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"What's the reason for this?"

The drumbeat stopped, and after a while, Ji Mo seemed to slow down, took a deep breath, and asked the reason for this.

Zhu Rong unloaded the drum and put it on him again, "You practice first."

After finishing speaking, he walked directly out of the valley, obviously not going to explain further.

Ji Mo stared blankly at the back with a drumstick in his hand. This kind of master really requires his disciples to cross the threshold even when he enters the door. He will never lead him.

No, it's not right to say that, the correct presentation can still save people a lot of detours.

Ji Mo recalled Zhu Rong's appearance just now, picked up the drumsticks and beat again, and used the breathing method again. Every breath is the breath circulating in the lungs, which has nothing to do with the arms, and it is impossible to transmit it through the mouth and nose. sound.

During the practice, Ji Mo tried many methods, because Zhu Rong has already demonstrated the correct breathing method, so there is no need to think about other things in this short piece of melody, just follow the practice.

After each practice, Ji Mo would stop and think, from thinking about Zhu Rong's breathing method, to thinking about his movement rhythm, and then thinking about his expressionless expression.

Looking at that ugly face for a long time, Ji Mo is not afraid, and can see some subtle expressions from the ugly face.

The facial flesh is completely destroyed. If you want to see the expression, you can only see if the blue veins are spit out, if the flesh is shaking, and if the blood is spraying... It's like looking for clues from the scene of a fire. patience.

Fortunately, Ji Mo is not lacking in these two aspects, and it is easy to tell when Zhu Rong is using his strength and when he has a little bit of luck.

This kind of luck does not refer to things like qigong and internal strength, but to take a deep breath and let the rhythm of breathing change, just like after taking a deep breath, whether to exhale that breath all at once, or slowly increase the frequency and exhale that breath many times , is such a difference.

Thinking about it, Ji Mo will also learn, and when he thinks about it repeatedly, he will also learn Zhu Rong's movements, and try to restore the same strength...

When he went back at night, Ji Mo felt that he had found some tricks, and wanted to stay in the valley, continue to practice, and strive to complete it in one go, but was rejected by Zhu Rong who came to pick him up.

"There are many tigers and leopards in the mountains. You are the one who delivers food."

Zhu Rong said it very bluntly.

Ji Mo has nothing to argue about, weak is weak, there is nothing undeniable, but, "Aren't tigers and leopards afraid of fighting joy?"

If tigers and leopards can be deterred by the music of war, and he has learned the music of war, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"How much strength such a small drum can have, it can't scare away much, and it won't last long."

Zhu Rong is objective.

Sometimes the war music is like a hidden arrow for a surprise attack. Once it is revealed and heard a lot, it is not surprising, and you will not be intimidated by the music of the war music.

Furthermore, the sound level of the battle music also affects its effect.

Big drums are popular on the battlefield, not because the big drum looks bigger and more imposing, but because the sound of the big drum can travel farther, and the sense of vibration it brings will also increase.

Of course, this increase will also become less effective due to distance.

"Then can I take the snare drum back to practice?"

Ji Mo still wants to try.

"No."

Zhu Rong firmly refused.

"Why?" Ji Mo was puzzled.

He has many puzzles about Zhu Rong. He is obviously a musician, so why does he say that he is an Orion, but he really lives like an Orion?

If it is because of the disfigurement, it is not unsolvable. Musicians do not have to show their faces, find a mask to cover their faces, and make a living as musicians. Not to mention whether life can become easier, at least not as it is now Such embarrassment, every day I have to spend my mind on hunting, wandering on the line of food and clothing.

Musicians somehow earn more and sound more refined.

If it is because of hatred and fear of being recognized by the enemy, then why dare to walk in the sun, in the streets and alleys, with a disfigured face?

Could it be that the face is really disfigured, so that the enemy cannot recognize it?

Body shape or something, sometimes it cannot be completely hidden by not engaging in previous occupations.

In this way, it is too contradictory to reveal but not reveal and understand, and not hide thoroughly.

Out of respect, Ji Mo didn't ask about Zhu Rong's previous affairs, including why his face was disfigured, but he was not without curiosity.

He can only wait for the day when Zhu Rong is willing to say that he is willing to hand over his hatred to himself.

"It's noisy."

Zhu Rong's reason was so powerful that Ji Mo had nothing to say.

Two people live in one room, and the room is not soundproof, which is not good. If there is a small movement, it is easy to be heard by the other person. If there is a big movement, okay, if one does not sleep, the other does not need to sleep .

Zhu Rong is so afraid of noise, Ji Mo doesn't know if he should be thankful that he doesn't have the habit of snoring and grinding his teeth when he sleeps.

Otherwise, the master-student relationship may have been broken long ago.

In the evening, they go to bed after eating, there is nothing to do in the mountains, and there is no place to spend candlelight, and they can talk in the moonlight, and what's more, they have nothing to say, and each sleeps with his head covered.

After dawn, it was a new day, same as the previous day, after breakfast, Zhu Rong took Ji Mo to the valley, let him continue to practice, turned around and went elsewhere.

When he came back, he had another dusty rabbit in his hand, and there were some wild vegetables and fruits in the back basket.

"Let's go, go back to eat."

Zhu Rong said hello, but didn't go inside.

Ji Mo had no choice but to put down the snare drum and follow him out. When he came back after dinner, he stopped Zhu Rong and took the initiative to show him the results of his practice.

"The 'qi' obtained by breathing is to be used."

As Ji Mo said, he took a deep breath, and took the drumstick and slammed it on the drum. This sound was different from the previous one, as if it hit the heart directly.

Zhu Rong couldn't help but be surprised that he was able to do this in two days. Although he had the impression that he was a "quick learner" before, he was also so talented in combat music. It was simply... the look in his eyes It's a bit complicated. If I have such a talent, I might not be able to...

Zhu Rongjing waited for Ji Mo's next move, but Ji Mo didn't move after that, looked at Zhu Rong, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Master, after inhaling, I know how to use this 'qi' to transform it For 'force', it turns into 'sound', but when you exhale, 'qi' is released, how can you help 'force'?"

Without such "power", there would be no soul-stirring "sound", let alone a song of battle music.

Ji Mo understood the transformation, but he only understood half of it.

Zhu Rong glared at Ji Mo, thinking that he was a genius from the sky, so it turned out to be like this, slowly relaxing, under Ji Mo's puzzled gaze, Zhu Rong took the drumstick from Ji Mo's hand, and knocked on the small drum twice. Now, these two consecutive beeps were obviously not as powerful and shocking as Ji Moshicai's percussion, but it made Ji Mo suddenly understand something.

She smiled sheepishly and scratched her head. Smart people are always extraordinarily stupid when they do stupid things.

"Understood?" Zhu Rong's voice seemed a little teasing.

Ji Mo nodded again and again: "Understood, I understand, I was stupid just now."

Drum music sounds like a continuous drumbeat, but there is still a pause between the drumbeat and the drumbeat. This pause is just the time to exhale, that is, the time when no "force" is needed. Because of the difference in rhythm, the frequency of breathing , The depth of breathing is also different.

Ji Mo has known this for a long time, and now he is just going over it again.

Really, it's so simple, why did it look like stupid before, just didn't expect it?

I played this short piece of melody again in front of Zhu Rong, there was no problem, very good, it was able to achieve a shocking effect.

When Ji Mo played, his heart also vibrated. Sure enough, this kind of drum music does not distinguish between enemies and friends, and treats them equally.

The difference is that the drumstick is in my hands, and the drumbeat is in my heart, so this kind of vibration does not have any counterproductive effect, but it seems to be cheering, which can make the music play the greatest effect.

It's like the heart sound is transmitted between heaven and earth, and it receives positive feedback from heaven and earth, which is very hearty.

After having this beginning, when learning other battle music, Ji Mo feels that the more he learns, the smoother he will be. Don't let Ji Mo practice more.

This is different from previous studies.

"Why can't you practice more?"

Ji Mo is not very used to this kind of situation where he doesn't practice anymore after he has learned it. He used to learn music, even if he learned it, he had to practice it every now and then to ensure that the feeling remains the same and the hand feeling is not lost. No need to practice for war music ?

"If you don't know it, you can still practice. If you already know it, you don't need to practice more."

Zhu Rong's answer was incomprehensible, so Ji Mo asked directly.

"War music hurts others and hurts oneself. There has never been a musician who is good at fighting music and has lived a long life."

Zhu Rong's answer directly hit the truth, making Ji Mo startled, "Short-lived?"

That kind of vibration really makes people's blood rush, and because the rhythm of the war music is not a comfortable rhythm, every drum beat hits the heart like falling stones. After learning the joy, it is indeed not so comfortable, but this This kind of discomfort was regarded by Ji Mo as fatigue, and he didn't realize that some bad factors were affecting his body.

He frowned slightly. He thought that the harm caused by Zhan Le was just a deterrent. So there is such a harm like chronic poison or medicine?

Subtly and silently, after discovering it, there is no way to change the status quo of the damaged body?

Ji Mo used to be a doctor. He diagnosed himself and didn't find any signs of this. But since Zhu Rong said so, it must be true. It can't be said that this kind of chronic disease will take a long time to show up. Is it the kind that has no cure?

"Master has ever seen such a short-lived musician?"

Ji Mo asked.

I was a little curious and wanted to ask for proof. If what Zhu Rong said was just echoing what others said, then it might not be true.

In ancient times, there should not be too many factors that caused short life. The conditions in all aspects were not good. Short life is a common thing. If we must say that it has something to do with war music, is it too far-fetched?

"War fighters die in their hearts."

Zhu Rong seemed to see Ji Mo's doubts, and explained to him in one sentence, the shock that always resounded in his heart would eventually lead to heart disease and death.

Oh, occupational diseases!Ji Mo was stunned.