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Ji Mo knew Zhu Rong's temper, so he didn't argue with him, but explained vaguely: "Maybe I remembered it wrong." After that, he didn't talk about it again.

When Zhu Rong was not around, he would remember that there was no problem with the score. With so many worlds, Ji Mo still had confidence in his memory.

What's more, the exam work chosen by the first-order world is still Fenghuangyin. I have heard all kinds of adapted songs for countless times. Even if I recite it silently a hundred times, I won't make mistakes here. Therefore, there must be no problem with the score. Yes, but why can't it blow out?

"If you can't go smoothly according to the breathing method, what if you don't follow the breathing method?"

Thinking in this way, Ji Mo picked up the flute, and the bamboo flute stayed by his lips for a long time, there was no lack of every sound, and every sound in a hurry was like tearing the silk, it was extremely unpleasant.

"No, I forgot all about it."

It took several years for Ji Mo to master the essence of some breathing methods. When playing any piece, he would follow the breathing method intentionally or unintentionally. It was as natural as breathing, and he would not deliberately think about whether this breathing method was correct. Only then did I realize what a shackle the habits I had developed in the past few years had become, and I completely forgot how to play without breathing.

This cognition hit Ji Mo a little bit. He organized his thoughts and was out of shape for several days. During Zhu Rong's test, he played the flute in the middle of the song, and Zhu Rong directly knocked him down.

"What have you been practicing these days?"

Zhu Rong felt a little resentful, his eyes widened, and the unconscious veins on his face twitched, it seemed that he could see the anger even more.

"I……"

Ji Mo met his increasingly ugly and ferocious expression due to anger, and in the hoarse questioning voice, he was momentarily dazed, and soon came back to his senses, covered in cold sweat, "I'm sorry, Master, I've been a little slack for a few days. "

"You are not sorry for me, you are sorry for your hatred, have you forgotten? Don't you hate?"

Zhu Rong's questioning was not loud, but it was even more deafening.

Ji Mo felt guilty from the bottom of his heart, not only for Zhu Rong, but also for Ji Huang. As time went by, he would no longer have nightmares about drum music, a scene he thought he would never forget It’s true that it didn’t go, but it gradually faded like an old photo, and lost the unforgettable memory.

He wants revenge, there is nothing wrong with it, but he doesn't want to bear the hatred, there is hatred in everything, there is nothing wrong with it, he doesn't want to have that kind of mentality, but it doesn't mean he wants to forget that hatred.

"hatred."

After thinking calmly, Ji Mo gave the same answer and admitted his mistake again, "Master, I was wrong, and I will not slack off in the future."

"Humph."

Zhu Rong didn't say much, there was no need for a heavy hammer to ring the gong, and the reminder was enough.

Ji Mo didn't put the cart before the horse again. "Phoenix Yin" is very special. It can get ten points of the system. It is so abnormal that it cannot be inherited and cannot be played in the second-order world. , can be studied after taking revenge, and it is unnecessary and meaningless to spend more energy now.

A piece of "Phoenix Introduction" will not bring about the special effects like war music, nor will it be of any special help to his revenge, that is, it will not be of any benefit to his behavior in this world, so it is unnecessary Take it too seriously.

Things in the last world may not be completely forgotten, but they don't have to be carried forward in this world.

This kind of "separation" has been done very well before. He never ignores the skills of this world because he focused on the skills of the previous world. Even if the two worlds have some advanced nature, they are still different worlds. Can not be confused.

When Ji Mo came to his senses, he knew that he could no longer be obsessed with solving the mysteries of "Phoenix Yin", and learn the music of war first.

After studying as a teacher for several years, he has never learned the real joy of war. Ji Mo is either impatient, or more curious, and has an inexplicable sense of urgency.

Every few days, Zhu Rong will quiz Ji Mo to see how he is learning the music. After I said it last time, I have passed the exam twice and feel that it is almost the same. This means that I can teach Ji Mo war music today. up.

Ji Mo's eyes lit up, he had been looking forward to this for a long time!

"What is the joy of war?"

Zhu Rong starts with a question.

Ji Mo guessed: "Music during the war?"

Just like gongs and drums to help out in some wars, the music itself has a certain sense of rhythm, which can better promote the emotions of soldiers, and can also convey some orders through drums.

"The same can be said."

Zhu Rong pondered, this kind of statement is not wrong, but it is somewhat biased, because many times the joy of war is not only used on the battlefield.

It seems that the massacre of Ji Mo's family was not caused by fighting on the battlefield, but because some bandits used the joy of war, which made it so overwhelming and unstoppable.

It can only be said that with the popularity of music, the scope of application of this special music of war music has also expanded, and it is no longer limited to the battlefield.

His thoughts drifted away a little, but he soon came back. Zhu Rong followed his own train of thought and began to talk, "The joy of war originated in ancient times. The ancestors fought against wild beasts. They used music to cheer them up and deter evil... It has been passed down to the present, and it is no longer limited to the battlefield. Above, the two armies confront each other, and wherever they can be fought, they can be used... and because the north and the south are different, the music of war is different, but most of them are drum music, which can be spread widely because of its loud and clear sound, just like thunder, Deafening..."

The usage of drum music used to be to deter wild beasts, to shake the world, and to announce the meaning of the heart. Later, when it was used on the battlefield, it had the meaning of killing more.

Generally speaking, the music is not aimed at a certain person. Anyone who hears the music may be affected by the music.

There is a key point here, the cooperation between the battle music and the soldiers needs to be trained, that is to say, Ji Mo's seemingly innocuous killing moves, and even the drums stepped on by those attacking people are all because of this cooperation , this kind of cooperation prevents our own soldiers from being affected by the battle music.

The enemy's soldiers have not been trained and are not familiar with this kind of battle music, so they can't adjust for a while, and they will be directly exposed to the threat of war music when they get the first shot. If they react slowly, they will die.

After all, two people are facing each other, one is slow, and the other is one point faster. The difference of one point is the knife's edge, and the sentence is life and death.

This is the role of war music, but if you want to learn, you can't just look at these.

"A few years ago, you were stingy and weak, not enough to encourage you. You can try this year. If you don't succeed, you will have to wait a few more years to learn the music of war."

Zhu Rong said so, and led Ji Mo to the depths of the mountain, in a valley, there was actually a wooden house there, and the drum was placed in the house.

Not a big drum, but a small drum.

Ji Mo saw that there were straps on both ends of the drum that could be tied to the body, and Zhu Rong adjusted it with his own hands, so that it was just enough for him to wear the drum on his body, with his arms stretched out, so that he could beat the drum surface.

Looking at the drum, Ji Mo thought that Zhu Rong often went to the mountains, and he probably made this drum specially for himself, otherwise it would not be so suitable.

"Thank you Master."

Ji Mo showed a sweet smile at Zhu Rong, but there were too many scars on his face, with this smile, the scars were distorted, so ugly that it hurt the eyes.

Zhu Rong avoided looking, and said directly: "Stop laughing, ugly."

Ji Mo came to his senses, Zhu Rong didn't like to see himself smile, so he hastily suppressed his smile, only hating the word "ugly", no matter how "ugly" was, you drew it out with a knife, knowing "ugly" , Why didn't you plan to look better at that time?

Anyway, I can't see it, and there is no such luxury as a mirror in the mountains. Ji Mo only feels uneven when washing his face, and he feels sorry for him. Other times, he feels nothing at all.

It's not that I haven't been "beautiful" before. Since I was once "beautiful", it doesn't matter if I'm ugly now. Maybe the next world will be "beautiful" again?

Besides, for a manly man, being ugly is not bad at all, there is no need to be so inferior that you can't bear it, and you don't rely on your face for food.

"Try it."

Zhu Rong said so, and handed over the small drumsticks, the smooth drumsticks were actually new ones, Ji Mo could tell at a glance, couldn't help but wanted to laugh again, coughed twice and held back, After rubbing the drumsticks, he didn't ask any music, and started beating directly on the drum.

A random piece of music, Ji Mo didn't choose anything in particular, and directly used a certain drum music that he had learned in the previous world, and hit a melody casually. After listening to the sound, it was very good, this drum is very good.

"good."

Zhu Rong said a compliment that wasn't a compliment, and he didn't care about the fact that Ji Mo always had different songs.

But Ji Mo felt that it was not very good, frowned, and looked at Zhu Rong, "Master, breathing method seems to be useless here!"

The breathing method is very obvious when playing the flute. You can feel the difference between breathing, and feel the difference in the lungs and hearts.

But if you play drums, you can breathe no matter how you breathe, inhale or hold your breath, the final result seems to be the same. The strength you use when you hit the drum will not change with your breathing. Maybe there is, but it is very small.

Zhu Rong shook his head slightly, untied the small drum from Ji Mo's body, and hung it on his body. The small drum was a suitable size for a young man like Ji Mo, but it seemed a little smaller for a figure like Zhu Rong, which was not so suitable. It's like adults wearing children's clothes, showing some kind of inappropriateness.

But at the moment, neither of them cared about this kind of funny look. Zhu Rong took the drum stick from Ji Mo and directly beat it on the drum. The feeling of coming is different.

It was like a nightmare coming again, obviously it was a different drum music, but Ji Mo felt that every blow of the drumstick hit his heart, because it was so close and the sound was loud, it seemed that he couldn't breathe Same, I just feel like my heartbeat is about to stop.

This is the joy of war!If there is light in the eyes, it is instantly dazzling.