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After that, it was a child's avoidance and escape.

Looking back now, those pictures are fragmented, and even Ji Mo doesn't know where his good luck came from, could it be the system's blessing?He managed to escape in a situation where so many people couldn't escape.

He even bumped into Zhu Rong's body, the lucky kid who was picked up by him in the forest.

In the dark, if there is God's will.

It seems that without going through that pain, he would never be able to meet Zhu Rong, or, if it wasn't for that kind of encounter, Zhu Rong would not have accepted him as a disciple.

Putting aside those irrational parts and looking at it from a detached perspective, Ji Mo felt that the reason why the system arranged such an identity for him was more likely because of the latter.

You can tell just by looking at Zhu Rong's face, what kind of pain can leave such scars on his face, what kind of mentality should Zhu Rong, who was lucky enough to survive such a serious injury, have?

Is he happy to see others live happily, or is he happy to see others miserable like him?

Maybe a few people are the former, but Zhu Rong is definitely the latter.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have demanded that Ji Mo's face be disfigured in order to become his disciple after he proposed to be a teacher.

For a four or five-year-old child, make such a request.

Even if a child doesn't know the importance of appearance, wouldn't he be afraid?

If it's a real child, who has never seen how powerful Zhu Rong's musician is, why should he risk his life and ruin his appearance to learn from him?

There are so many musicians in the world, even if they had to be one, there might not be someone who can replace Zhu Rong, a master who is more friendly and friendly.

But it's different.

[-]. Ji Mo is not an ordinary child, he will not be intimidated by his appearance and thus miss Zhu Rong.

1. No one is more powerful than Zhu Rong. Among the musicians recognized by the system as No. [-], Zhu Rong is the only one. This alone is enough to trust his ability.

"Master, why can't I even run when I hear the drum music, I obviously want to move."

Ji Mo was very upset about this.

He really wasn't an ordinary kid, so he wouldn't just stand there dumbfounded and not understand what happened when he was in danger.

As a matter of fact, he has never encountered danger in his past encounters. It is already his ability to be aware of danger before it occurs, and to be able to escape quickly after danger occurs.

What happened that day happened suddenly, but it didn't make him completely frightened stupid. It's not like there were more sudden things happened before. Ji Mo recalled repeatedly in regret, and the only reason he could think of was the drum music.

In the first-order world, there are legends like "Phoenix Introduction", and the way of musicians in the second-order world, will there be something more special?

martial arts?

Sound skills?

Or is it a technique that confuses people's minds like the six-fingered zither demon, and puts Neili on the strings?

Prior to this, Ji Mo had already revealed to his parents that he wanted to learn to be a musician. At that time, he had inquired widely, but he had never heard of such an incredible role in being a musician. Therefore, it was his own illusion. ,still……

Many things have already changed their shape in repeated recollection. Sometimes, even Ji Mo is not sure whether the drum music is really that powerful.

"That's a war drum." Zhu Rong told him with a hoarse voice, "The music of war, born for war, killing and bloodbath, smelting heart sounds, spreading it with the sound of music, those who hear it--are dumbfounded."

This statement is very fresh, and Jimo listened seriously, and he was also thinking, "No, my brother, he, he is not under control—"

It can't be because Ji Huang is three years older than him, so he has stronger resistance?

Zhu Rong glanced at him, seeming to be a bit gentle, but also seemed to contain a trace of malice, "If you have a heart, you will not be disturbed."

What is a "listener"?

Hearing it is considered "smell". If you turn a deaf ear to it, then no matter how powerful the battle music is, what good is it?

In that kind of critical moment, Ji Huang, who was all focused on Ji Mo, might not have noticed the sound of the drums at all, and his only mind was on "brother", so he was able to run and move, and he was smarter than his younger brother.

On the contrary, it is his younger brother who has been thinking about learning to be a musician, and still has a certain inertia from the previous world. He is very concerned about the sound of music, and he is immersed in it when he hears it. Get out of the control range of drum music, so you become the one who is "stuck".

"It was me, I killed him."

Ji Mo was stunned.

Even though it is not the first time I have such a cognition, but after hearing Zhu Rong's final conclusion, I can no longer deceive myself, it must be because of him!If it wasn't for saving him, Ji Huang would have had more chances to escape, because he hadn't paid attention to the drum at all, and when he turned a deaf ear to it, his actions would not be restricted. He could run, and he had a chance to run away.

The eye circles were red again, and Ji Mo's nails dug into his palm again...

"In this way, if you can listen to it, your talent is also very good."

When Zhu Rong said this, it seemed that he was praising Ji Mo, but Ji Mo heard that he was not happy at all. Is it such a talent?For the first time, he discovered that good talent is not a good thing.

The same battle music, when he hears it, his reaction will be stronger than others. Maybe this kind of "powerful" is also conducive to understanding the music, but...

"Have you ever studied music before?"

Zhu Rong asked from the beginning.

"...learned."

What Ji Mo said was what he learned in the previous world. If he had such a problem in the past, he might pretend that he hadn't learned it, and then pretended to be talented when he was studying, and he would understand it once.

But now, he doesn't have such thoughts, and he doesn't have to hide his past. Those who know his past are all dead.

No one is familiar with what he is like.

This is freedom in the first place, and you don't have to worry about whether you are "revealing" because of your birth and upbringing. However, this kind of "freedom" is too expensive.

Zhu Rong was surprised, looked at Ji Mo's short figure, and then at his hands, it didn't look like he had learned it before, maybe he just touched it, he knew it.

He didn't delve into it. It's no wonder that a child's description of certain things is not accurate enough.

"Let's start with the bamboo flute."

Zhu Rong said so, pulled Ji Mo's hand, opened his small fist, saw the nail print on the palm, pretended not to know, and didn't pay much attention, only looked roughly at the length of his palm, and then looked at it again. Look at the size of your finger.

After two days, he gave Ji Mo a fresh bamboo flute that seemed to still have the fragrance of bamboo.

The flute was made by measuring Ji Mo's hand, only slightly thicker than his fingers, because he was young and his fingers were thin. The bamboo was more like a small stick, and so were the holes on it, just enough to fit his fingers. According to the size, this tailor-made flute will no longer be suitable for him when he grows up, and he will have to change it again.

Ji Mo also has some experience in making musical instruments. After seeing this bamboo flute, he can roughly imagine the difficulty of making it. He looked at Zhu Rong, could it be that he made it himself?

Zhu Rong's appearance is not suitable for living in a busy city, and it is easy to attract too much attention (fear). Even in the village, many people think that it is strange (evil ghosts) and don't want to get close. He seems to know how to cover up his ugliness Generally, people avoid crowds and live in nearby forests, and a wooden house is their home.

The wooden house is simple, and it can be seen that the wooden boards have not been properly dried. I don’t know how long it took, many of the wooden boards have been deformed, and some new greens have emerged from under the wooden boards, and the branches and leaves have grown again. A layer of moss grew.

A damp and slightly smell always comes from the wooden house, this is not a suitable room to live in, but Zhu Rong has gotten used to living in it, like a savage, and even spread animal skins in the house as a bed, A piece of animal skin is often wrapped around the body.

Ji Mo didn't know what he did for a living, anyway, he didn't see how he was short of money and worried about food, but he didn't see any good food, and even his clothes were not expensive.

If he wanted to go anywhere, he would have to walk on foot without a cart or horse. Thanks to his strong body, he would not feel overly tired and troubled by it.

Ji Mo bumped into him, and after being rescued by him, he was caught in the mountain forest under his arm. Along the way, Ji Mo didn't pass out, but watched him walk through the long mountain road.

Along the way, I avoided those inhabited places, and I didn't take the main roads. They were all small roads, as if deliberately avoiding being seen.

I don't know if there are any legends about wild men in the mountains because of him in this mountain forest.

"Will it work?"

Zhu Rong gave the flute to Ji Mo and asked directly.

"meeting."

Ji Mo took a look, it was a five-hole flute, relatively simple.

As he spoke, he put the flute directly to his lips, and played a little song casually, which was a song that he knew in the previous world. It was not long, and he stopped after playing a melody, looked at Zhu Rong, and waited for his comment.

"The tune is not bad, but the blowing is not good."

Zhu Rong said so and asked him to play again.

Ji Mo blew again according to his words, intentionally being more serious, thinking that there would be no problem, and was stopped by Zhu Rong again, "Breathing is wrong."

"breathe?"

In an instant, Ji Mo seemed to think of something—breathing method!

Could it be that this world also has some way of breathing?

Like exercises?

He thought of the Beast Familiar World that he had been to before, the second and third ranks, both of which seemed to pay attention to some kind of breathing method, the kind of fellow practitioners with beasts.

So, this world is a fellow practitioner with Qin?

Zhu Rong didn't say anything more, Ji Mo was a little confused, looked up at Zhu Rong, Zhu Rong's face was ruined, and the various exposed scars made his face look like a huge tree tumor, if there were ferocious blood vessels and blue veins protruding, it would look like a Terrible.

There is almost no way to make expressions, let alone micro-expressions, that face may only be divided into smiling and not smiling.

Zhu Rong didn't smile, and there was no expression on his face. He thought about taking out his bamboo flute and playing it on his lips. It was the tune that Ji Mo played just now. It sounded the same. As for breathing...

Ji Mo looked up at Zhu Rong, is there any difference?