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My height prevents me from studying.

Because he couldn't understand the key points, Ji Mo worked hard to get closer to Zhu Rong. Zhu Rong was used to his ugly appearance now, and consciously kept a distance from others. Ji Mo approached his face like this, his The reaction is very uncomfortable.

Ji Mo didn't notice, and still tried to draw the distance closer so that he could observe Zhu Rong's breathing. If it wasn't impolite to put a blade of grass on Zhu Rong's nose, Ji Mo actually wanted to observe through that method His breathing is different from his own.

When playing, it is indeed necessary to pay attention to some places for ventilation, but it is too long-winded to describe these places in detail.

Zhu Rong was not very patient, but he also saw that the yearning in Ji Mo's innocent black eyes did not push him away, but was patient, and played it again.

The originally melodious tune was unavoidably guided by his emotions, and there was a little more irritability. Ji Mo heard it, and obediently expressed that he would think about it again, and did not pester Zhu Rong to teach him the mystery of this method of breathing, but changed it to Find out by yourself.

"When making this sound, do you exhale or inhale?"

Ji Mo used a clumsy method to skip those sounds that he remembered, and tried over and over again for the ones he didn’t remember. He should be thankful that there are only two options for breathing, either “exhale” or “inhale”. You can try a sound twice at most. There are two options for each sound, and if there are more that I don’t remember, the song will have to be repeated many times.

Moreover, he has not yet realized where the breath adds to the music, and it is not easy to grasp the feeling of it.

He tried it all afternoon.

For the whole afternoon, he was so focused that he didn't pay attention to where Zhu Rong was going or what he was going to do. When Zhu Rong appeared in front of him again, he just asked him to eat.

"Ah."

Ji Mo felt that his throat seemed to be dry. This was the result of his constant drinking of water. He had already drank every drop of that pot of water.

Zhu Rong silently took the kettle and brought in some mountain spring water.

The mountain spring is drawn by bamboo pipes, and it flows continuously. It can be regarded as natural mineral water that can be drunk directly. It has a slightly sweet feeling and is quite delicious.

Dinner is not so particular, a bowl of vegetable soup of unknown dish, seems to have added eggs, and the tender yellow floating in it is faintly visible.

A plate of steamed buns.

Plates made of wood are not very light, the advantage is that they are not easy to be bumped and damaged, and even the small bowls for each person are made of wood.

It can be seen that they should all use local materials. There are not many other things in the mountains and forests, but there are many woods.

Ji Mo took the initiative to stand up and wanted to help serve the soup, but Zhu Rong pushed away his hand, and stretched out his hand to serve the soup. The two bowls of soup were quickly placed at both ends. Seeing Zhu Rong sitting down, Ji Mo followed him He moved the soup bowl to his side, and found that Zhu Rong was looking at him, so he raised his head and smiled.

The wound on his face didn't heal, and the smile felt like tearing, and even the smile was distorted.

"Stop laughing, it's ugly."

Zhu Rong said this, and handed Ji Mo a steamed bun, which was the size of a fist, yellow with black, like moldy, it tasted a little hard, but it was okay.

Ji Mo broke open half, took half and ate it first, and he ate almost, so he didn't force to eat the other half. A bowl of soup poured down his stomach, it was warm and comfortable.

"Don't practice at night, it's too ugly."

Zhu Rong said this, as if he was afraid that Ji Mo would disturb his dream.

"……it is good."

Ji Mo responded, looked at Zhu Rong, did not see "happy" or "dislike" from his face, so he withdrew his gaze, and took this sentence as the master's care for his disciples.

Seeing that he was resigned, Zhu Rong didn't say much, and let Ji Mo clean the bowls and spoons consciously.

The tableware with no oily stars is easy to clean, just rinse it with clean water, wipe it with plant ash, and then rinse it twice with clean water to rinse it clean.

The water used for cleaning is stream water, not mountain spring water for drinking. Ji Mo thinks it is good to separate them this way. As for whether the two kinds of water come from the same source, it is not clear to the eye, so there is no need to do more research.

The wooden house is not big. Zhu Rong didn’t pay much attention to some foreign objects when he lived in the past, as long as it can shelter from the wind and rain, many places in the house are also a bit messy. It is obviously a serious ancient world, but he lives like a Primitives alike.

After Ji Mo cleaned up the bowls and spoons, he tidied up the sleeping place, only to find those little bugs crawling leisurely, they are not afraid of people, some of them are connected head to tail, crawling in a bunch, I don’t know if they are big bugs or not. With the little ones, the whole family travels together.

Zhu Rong slept on one side of the room, and Ji Mo slept on the other side. Ji Mo didn't want to get close to people when it wasn't necessary, and Zhu Rong didn't seem like a very close person.

The wound on his face was very painful after he calmed down. Ji Mo knew that it was because he played for too long in the afternoon, and the skin that was always stretched would not look good even if it healed in the future.

It is certain to have scars, and it is delusion to want to have some handsome scars.

Ji Mo didn't have that kind of delusional thinking, he couldn't find the mirror, so he groped, and then took some ointment to apply a little bit, after finishing these, it was dark outside, and it was time to go to bed.

The bedding in the wooden house is all animal skins. Ji Mo is a small person, so he rolled up the animal skins, ignoring the somewhat unpleasant smell, and kept his own temperature like a cicada chrysalis.

Soon, fell asleep.

Zhu Rong, who lay down early, did not fall asleep for a long time, picked up a disciple, is it good or bad?Maybe it was too lonely, so I finally wanted to take in an apprentice to accompany me.

When Ji Mo woke up the next day, Zhu Rong was no longer there. He went around the house, found the steamed bun Zhu Rong had left behind, ate half of it, took out his flute and started to practice playing music, using stupid After trying the method repeatedly, Ji Mo has figured out a little trick, and playing it again this time, the effect will be much better.

He quietly felt that his breathing rate was tuned in the music, and then there was an unspeakable "quiet breath". He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when he was a little distracted, he couldn't feel it.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Zhu Rong standing not far away, holding a dead rabbit in his hand. The gray rabbit's body was stained red with blood.

"Master."

Ji Mo went up to meet him, wanting to help carry the dead rabbit, Zhu Rong raised his hand, not letting him touch it, "Keep blowing."

Hearing what Zhu Rong said, Ji Mo didn't hesitate, held the flute to his lips, and played a little tune. He had played this tune countless times, and it could be said that he knew it by heart and was extremely fluent.

The song is not long, and it will be finished soon.

Ji Mo stopped his hands, looked up at Zhu Rong, and waited for Zhu Rong to speak.

Zhu Rong nodded slightly: "It's okay."

Is this a recognition of his efforts?

A small smile appeared on his face, he couldn't even care about the slight pain, Ji Mo didn't look at himself, but he didn't know that his smile was still bright enough.

Even after going through that kind of pain, accumulating that kind of hatred, and getting a hideous wound on his face, when he smiled, he still looked innocent.

It hurts the eyes.

Zhu Rong reached out and patted him on the head, suppressing the smiling face, "Practice again, I'll go out and come back at night."

As he spoke, he went into the house again, rolled out two pieces of leather, carried them out together with the dead rabbit.

After walking a few steps and looking back, Ji Mo found that he was looking at him, and hurriedly waved: "Master, walk slowly, be careful on the road."

These are not very heart-warming words, but they seem to be more sincere when they come from a child's mouth.

Zhu Rong hadn't been told this for a long time, and when he heard it, he seemed to feel some soreness in his eyes. After turning his back, he nodded strangely, regardless of whether anyone saw the small nod, and quickened his pace to leave.

Ji Mo didn't notice anything unusual, and after watching Zhu Rong leave, he started to practice playing, and when he was tired from practicing, he would stop and think about it.

This is what Kuang Yuan taught him when he was studying music in the last world. If the musician plays a single note to make the notes coherent, even if the music is played, it is no different from sawing wood. There is no emotion at all. You must feel the meaning in the music. , plus your own emotions, can make the music more beautiful. With the addition of emotions, even if you saw wood, you can saw the tune of a piece of music.

Ji Mo deeply agrees with this, and now that he has followed the breath of this song, he can stop and realize some things, how to put his emotions into it, and how to make this song play out The effect is like the joy of war.

The reason behind this, Zhu Rong hasn't explained it in depth yet, but it doesn't prevent Ji Mo from starting to think about it, and working hard in this direction.

When Zhu Rong returned, it was already night.

Compared with yesterday's dinner, there are a few more thin-skinned and stuffed buns. Although they are plain buns, they have a special flavor.

Ji Mo ate very deliciously. He ate one in one sitting and drank a bowl of soup. He was so full that he had to walk around the house twice before he could fall asleep.

Before going to bed, Zhu Rong asked him to play the tune again, and then asked him how he felt.

Ji Mo felt the joy of betting on the right question, and he knew that there must be a test of perception.

"I can't say it well, but it is indeed smoother."

After adjusting his breathing, the tune was indeed smoother when he played it again. It was difficult for Ji Mo to describe this feeling, because the degree of "smoothness" was not much, and there was no sense of enlightenment like enlightenment, slightly, It's like an illusion.

"That's right."

Zhu Rong began to tell Ji Mo that in his theory, breathing is dominated by "Qi", and "Qi" runs through the body and comes from the heart, and correct breathing will make this Qi rhythmic and able to induce heart sounds Entering the music, from this comes music such as war music that can trigger people's abnormal reactions.

The theory is a bit mysterious, but you can still get a general understanding of it. Ji Mo glanced at the additional professional knowledge points, very good, just for this point, there are five points, it really is very important knowledge!