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This time when Ji Mo came out, he brought a few of his own musical instruments, such as small whistles, which he made by himself, large guqins and lyres. Other instruments such as flute, Xiao, Xun, and pipa are also brought.

I am ashamed to say that these musical instruments were purchased by Ji Chen. Don't count on Kuang Yuan, the gold ingots that have been given to Kuang's family are all of Kuang Yuan's income in these years.

Every time he thinks of this, and thinks of Ji Chen's face that he has never complained about, Ji Mo feels that he can fight for such a family friendship!

However, with so many worlds, he has never encountered a single one.

No, it can't be said that way, it should be a friend of some gentlemen, it really made him unable to have the cheek to occupy his house and have his servants serve him for so many years.

The carriage directly pulled Ji Mo to the courtyard where he lived in Fucheng last time. There was already a housekeeper and servants in the courtyard. The housekeeper said that the courtyard was under the name of Kuang Yuan. "Little Master".

Ji Mo was taken aback, when did Kuang Yuan buy this house?

Thinking of the slander in his heart on the way, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Could it be that last time Kuang Yuan wanted to settle down in Fucheng, that's why he bought the house, so he also wanted to move out?

Before he could think about it, the housekeeper asked Ji Mo what the arrangement was.

"Leave the main room to my father, and I'll just live in the side room."

The yard is not big, so it's easy to arrange it once you're inside, Ji Mo said casually, restraining the musical instruments and entering the house.

The side room was the one he lived in last time, and he was quite familiar with it. After walking in, he found that there were a lot of furnishings inside. It wasn't expensive, but it could already look elegant and clean.

This kind of aesthetics is the same as the house on the mountain, I don't know if it is Ji Chen's aesthetics or Kuang Yuan's.

Ji Mo guessed that it was more likely to be the former, because Kuang Yuan didn't have the money to buy the furnishings, so he wouldn't change the original owner's furnishings much.

After lunch, Ji Mo also settled down and listened to the sounds from the street outside the house. Because he had developed a nap habit on the mountain, he fell asleep after lying down and listening for a long time. After waking up, he Go out with the pipa in your arms.

"What are you going to do, young master?"

The housekeeper was surprised and asked where he was going, and his eyes fell on the pipa in his arms.

"I'll go out for a stroll and come back for dinner at night."

Ji Mo is used to the servants of the house on the mountain and never talk much. They are like roundworms in the stomach of the master. When you come back to the house, they will prepare meals or wash water. When you go out, they will clean up the house by themselves. stuff, or take two steps outside as you go.

All of them seem to have lighted up the skill point of "understanding", everything is done properly and meticulously, and they don't need to be ordered in advance.

Especially in Kuang Yuan's place, one look and one movement can let the servants know whether they should step forward or leave the field, that kind of well-trained place looks like everyone's demeanor, at first Ji Mo thought that those servants were Kuang Family servants, rules dictate.

Ji Mo is still not used to meeting a "talkative" butler now.

Hearing what he said, the butler looked around the pipa twice, as if he really wanted to ask why he was holding the pipa while shopping, but in the end he didn't say anything, just watched Ji Mo leave.

Ji Mo already had an idea in his heart that he wanted to practice. Last time he was stopped because he went to work in Baihualou, and he was not allowed to go out. This time, he can be more casual.

There are fewer people in the street market in the afternoon, but this is not because of factors such as hot and cold weather, but because the afternoon is no longer the peak time for grocery shopping, just like grandparents love to go to the morning market, those who set up stalls selling vegetables and meat Yes, it's all because of rushing early rather than late, and it's also because I'm afraid that things will wilt and go bad in hot weather.

After the bustle of the morning, many people who come to do business in the village will go, and the rest are those who have shops and are guarding the door-to-door business, such as rouge clothes, tea shops, restaurants, and some odds and ends. , Rice, noodles, oil, grain, sauce, vinegar and tea, the street is full of people, and there are people coming and going. I can't see how much time there is, but it is obviously a little more "leisure".

It’s like waking up from a nap, leisurely, with nothing to do, some time is slowly passing away, playing chess, sharing tea, enjoying flowers and paintings... No matter what you do, don’t be too impatient, come slowly, walk slowly, in the frequency of one step and three shakes , showing the wealth that a rich and idle person should have.

Ji Mo walked at a similar pace, holding the pipa all the way to a street corner, and sat down in the shade of a big tree.

The pipa is in the bosom, the bare hands are frequently plucked, and the notes seem to be frightening in the dark. The short sword and the famous spear are intertwined into an ambush of gold and iron horses.

In an instant, following the first sound, following the first stanza of "吱唔听听", the person who heard it instantly woke up, feeling a little chilly on the back, and shivering with a chill down the spine.

"What tune is this?"

"I've never heard of it!"

"Where is the style of music, it's so weird!"

The location Ji Mo chose, there are teahouses and restaurants on the left and right, but it is a street corner, not close to the four sides, but it can be seen by others, and the hand seems to have an afterimage, and the sound is heard. It seems that the sharp edge has already landed on the neck, and an unknown arrow will strike from outside the window, piercing the window paper, and bringing the deterrent of open fire.

The audience attracted by the music gradually gathered at the window near Ji Mo, listening to the music and looking at the people playing outside.

Even the passers-by stopped for such music and then stayed nearby.

Ji Mo didn't even look at these people, he was immersed in his playing, the familiar tune seemed to bring people into the distant memory, he had heard that kind of tune before, and thought he would never remember it, but now it seems that he actually It can also be reproduced like this.

The nerves were tense, and it seemed that they had entered the dangerous and besieged environment. They felt that the surrounding vegetation was full of soldiers, but the fingers that plucked the strings were very steady, fast and steady. At the last syllable, they suddenly stopped, and a song At the end, there seems to be still a lingering sound, lingering in the hearts of the audience.

"I don't know what music it is, but does it have a name?"

Someone asked loudly upstairs, and the question expressed the aspirations of many people.

"Ambush on all sides."

Ji Mo answered simply, this song is not his original creation, he is at best an arranger, and he still doesn't know if his arrangement is professional enough, adding color or subtracting color, some familiar rhythms, plus his own editing, a little bit It became a melody along the way, which was figured out by myself, with a little bit of hard work and a little bit of insight.

Draw your sword and look around, where can you go?

Only death, thank the world.

That last sound, to Ji Mo, meant death.

"Too hostile, too sad."

Someone commented like this, which is not surprising, but Ji Mo looked up, and Kuang Yuan, who had also heard this piece, also said similar things. He also said that if he came to play such a piece, it must not be this kind of music. Feeling, but he didn't deny Ji Mo's interpretation, instead he thought about it.

At the last step, there is no way, how can we go?

If you can't go up, you can only go down.

Nine days are too high, Huangquan is not necessarily far away.

Ji Mo smiled lightly, this is the song he played, and he can decide the meaning of this song, the future is hard to say, but for now, he thinks this is the best.

"But there are other songs?"

Someone invited him, holding a glass of wine, as if they were going to drink together.

Ji Mo didn't speak, but straightened the strings and played again. This song is "Wind under the Bamboo", which Ji Mo made by himself. The wind passes through the bamboo forest, and it has the strength of bamboo. The meaning of the wind is very different.

If you really want to say it, it can be lofty and distant, it can be complicated and unspeakable. Similarly, there are some contradictions intertwined, bamboo?Wind?Can't tell.

The feelings that Ji Mo entrusted to it seem to be there, faintly, almost unnoticeable, but when you taste it carefully, it seems that you have realized your own life, like drinking a glass of white water, there is no sweetness, no bitterness, no bitterness. It's hot and sour, and it doesn't have any aroma, but this glass of water is the most thirst-quenching.

After hearing this piece of music, Kuang Yuan gave Ji Mo a supercilious look and called him "sly".

When Ji Mo thought of this, there was a smile on his lips, so the wind under the bamboo seemed to have the taste of sunshine, a little warm, if the temperature of the clear water increased a little, it was not hot enough, but it was enough to warm the stomach and make people feel happy It also got better.

"Maybe my friend come over for a gathering?"

Suddenly an old man came to invite him. His voice interrupted many people's aftertaste when the music just stopped. Then some people looked over with glaring eyes, and then hurriedly restrained their expressions after recognizing who the person was. Some of them were okay. I saluted.

The old man showed up to invite him. Although he was not dressed in brocade clothes, he was not ordinary cotton and linen either. His demeanor made people feel a little more cordial.

Ji Mo got up, came to the front, smelled the fragrance of the medicine, stared slightly, it was a doctor.

When he came to the table and sat down, the old man asked as soon as he opened his mouth, "Are you studying medicine, little friend?"

"...Never."

One world is different from another world. If you want to use what you have learned in a certain world, you must first check whether there is such a material. Put it in some craftsmanship methods, such as wood and metal, whether the performance is good or not. There are similarities and differences, but when it comes to medicinal materials, it is really difficult to share.

First of all, the names must be different, and secondly, the temperature and cold must also be different, and there are parts that are used as medicines and processing methods, etc., which cannot be generalized, so - "never".

Lowering his eyes to cover his thoughts, Ji Mo waited to hear what the old man had to say.

The old man also said as expected, "I was quite interested in listening to the arrangement of the repertoire, so I thought that the little friend did it on purpose, and wanted to ask, but for the sake of sympathy?"

Ji Mo was surprised, raised his eyes, looked at the old man, and said embarrassingly: "How dare, how dare, it's just human nature, if you are anxious, slow down, and if you are shocked, calm down."

"He also said that he never studied medicine. Just these two sentences are better than many people." The old man shook his head slightly, not because Ji Mo was wrong, but because he felt that he was too modest. He must know medical principles and refused to show off. And when it comes to the tune, there is a bit of praise, "This rush can already heal people."

"Thank you, thank you." Ji Moqian resigned.