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"If you want to learn, you must remember that you must not show it outside before you have learned it. If someone finds out that you are happy, you should kill him."

Zhu Rong's request was very clear, just like when Ji Mo said he would disfigure Ji Mo when he said he wanted to be a teacher, it was very clear, and there was a certain kind of cruelty in it.

"For... good."

Ji Mo instinctively wanted to ask "why", but he glanced at Zhu Rong, and quickly realized that it was probably because of his joy that he was able to make Zhu Rong look like this.

Was Xinle's secret revealed?

Or does it make people afraid of the power of Xinle?

No matter how you think about it, it seems to be a very tragic story.

Ji Mo didn't follow up with the question, and agreed, and Zhu Rong didn't emphasize it again. From the fact that Ji Mo offered to hand over the knife to disfigure him instead of begging to save him from a year's knife, it can be seen that keeping promises is his advantage .

Zhu Rong nodded slightly, but did not immediately teach Ji Mo what Xinle is, but patted Ji Mo on the shoulder and asked him to practice war music first, "When can you not be affected by your own music? Happy to learn."

I understand, hypnotizers can't lull themselves to sleep first while others are still asleep.

Zhan Le is very refreshing. After serious practice, you may be able to find some way to reduce the impact.

Like a book, music needs to be read a hundred times before it can "see itself".

This year, Ji Mo was already a young boy, and it was unrealistic to trap people in the mountains every day. Zhu Rong also started to take him down the mountain to listen to the worldly sounds.

"Things have their own sounds, and the sounds of each thing are different, mostly because of their different shapes and qualities, and they are porous and porous, turning their qi, causing their sounds to overlap and mellow, and there are also natural sounds, such as wood, water, gold and stone. The sound of the sound...the sound is different, but the sound is different...this is the hundred sounds of things."

Well, the Monograph.

Hearing Zhu Rong's lecture, Ji Mo nodded, understood, understood, and divided them like this when he wrote the book.

"There are hundreds of people's voices. There are hundreds of people's voices. The color is different but the quality is different. The shape is different from men and women. There are also differences in the voices of old and young...The voices come from the heart, turn the throat, come out of the lips and tongue, and then enter the ears. Cheng Qiyin... Fanle, imitating the mortal and animating a person, resembling a god and resembling a fairy..."

Well, human voice articles.

Ji Mo nodded again, he still understands this, everyone's age is different, men and women are different, old and young are different, tall, short, fat and thin are also different, so the timbre is naturally different, but this difference is not unchangeable, that's why Like many dubbers, being able to sound like another person.

This kind of change is unique to the human voice, and the sound of objects is not so changeable. When you strike a stone, you will hear the sound of a stone, and when you strike a tree, you will hear the sound of a tree. If there is a similarity, it will not produce a completely "non-self" sound. "The change.

If a musician wants to collect sounds and use human sounds to enter the music, that is to incorporate the way of change into the music. A solo performance can be like a two-person ensemble. This is a skill and a truth in itself.

"There are also animal voices, but they are not the same. Those of the same kind but different, are human-like, and those of different kinds but different, like things..."

Well, the beast voice article.

Between people and things, like between heaven and earth, both have similarities, but they are not the same.

Ji Mo listened carefully. It seemed that this knowledge had nothing to do with musicians, and it was not a piece of music. There was nothing to pay attention to, but it was the foundation.

"Music is formed by collecting hundreds of tones. A musician is like mastering the principles of heaven and man, and harmonizes among the hundreds of tones to make music. It is not the sound of humans, objects, or animals, but it is the sound of heaven and earth."

Zhu Rong is devout to the musicians. Even though he has suffered all kinds of hardships, he has never complained about the music he has mastered, but he also understands that there are some things that cannot be arrogant.

Young and frivolous, he ruined too much, looking at it now, it is all regret.

"What I hate also hates me. You don't need to avenge me, I have already avenged it."

Others have not ruined his appearance to such an extent, they just scratched him with a knife like he did to Ji Mo, but his own disfigurement is more than that. looks like.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be able to survive to this day.

After being hated and murdered by others, after suffering pain and suffering, he will take revenge back, and will not keep the hatred for years. Because of revenge, he will eliminate the hatred, and others will increase the hatred. When he was bored, didn't want to die, and couldn't kill all the enemies, he ruined his appearance, adding more scars to the already damaged face, and finally became what he is today.

Having been slashed by a knife, scraped off flesh and blood, roasted by flames, bitten by insects and snakes, and finally became what he is now, Zhu Rong has nothing to regret. He has lived a quiet life that he has never cherished before. Days later, his heart became impatient, his hatred revived, and he would take revenge on those former enemies, but now, he could indeed say that there was no need for others to take revenge.

He wished that she wasn't so useless.

It's just that, when I think about it, I still hate certain things, but they are no longer the kind that I hate to kill.

The hatred for others has disappeared, and what is left is the hatred for oneself, which is endless and cannot be eliminated.

Ji Mo was a little surprised, this was the first time Zhu Rong told him about his hatred, he specially poured Zhu Rong a glass of water, handed it over, as if he wanted to listen to a story, first put on a posture of listening attentively Come.

There are some things that needn't be said, seeing him like this, Zhu Rong raised his broad palm and covered his head, and the pressed palm covered Ji Mo's eyes.

"If you talk about hatred, it's just a young and frivolous sentence. If you want to say it again, it's because you want to hurt others, and everyone who meets it will die."

Needless to say the former.

The young man looks handsome, and the musician's skills are extraordinary. He is sought after by people wherever he goes. When there are many people who follow him, he gets carried away and is so arrogant that he directly shows his happy skills in front of everyone.

Is it the crime of being pregnant that the beautiful jade is really precious?Or is it greed?

There are also people who only see the harm in their hearts and feel righteous, or they are afraid that the joys in their hearts will harm them one day, so they are so afraid that they will act first.

Naturally, among them, he himself is not completely infallible. Excessive publicity is also wrong.

"Why 'everyone can die'?"

Ji Mo is still not sure whether Xinyue is something like a lullaby, but since he said so, it may indeed have a similar "harmful effect". Woolen cloth?

"You don't need to ask so many questions, just keep it in mind. If you have the chance, you will hear about the big case of the year."

Zhu Rong said something half-concealed without further explanation. After listening to Ji Mo's practiced battle music, he affirmed his practice results, but still felt that he was not ready to learn the joy of heart.

"Master has any requirements, just say it, and I will work hard."

Working hard is most afraid of lack of direction. Knowing what Zhu Rong wants and having a clear goal makes it easier to take a shorter straight-line shortcut.

"The sound is too pure."

"Le too straight."

"If you speak your voice to your heart, you must not hide it."

Zhu Rong was very straightforward this time.

Ji Mo listened thoughtfully. In the previous world, what Kuang Yuan asked for was always to convey his heart with music. Music can be pure or straightforward. Since it communicates with the world, it should not be concealed. It seems to be reversed, which sounds a little puzzling.

"The heart has seven orifices, which cannot be passed through directly, and so is the joy of the heart."

Zhu Rong's explanation makes sense.

Ji Mo nodded suddenly: "Oh, we have to turn a corner!"

It seems that I have seen the mountain before my eyes, but the fog that surrounds the mountains covers the road, and the green plants cover the road. If you want to really enter the mountain, you must not only find a road, but also find a winding but smooth road. .

It seems to understand, but there are still some points that I don't understand.

"Master, can you play a piece of heart music for me?"

Ji Mo wanted to hear and see what kind of joy is the joy of the heart.

Zhu Rong glanced at him, grinned at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking, but he didn't deny his invitation, took out his flute and played it on his lips.

The first sound, the second sound, the third sound...

At the beginning, the sound could be clearly distinguished, what kind of sound it was and what kind of music it was, but gradually, it seemed as if a layer of mist enveloped itself, dragging Ji Mo's soul out of his body, or pushing his body into that layer. In the mist, he returned to Ji's courtyard again. By the lake, he heard Ji Huang's cry, telling him to run.

run, run what?

The sound of the drums was like a nightmare, lingering, and it sounded again, filled with blood again...

"Ah, no!"

Ji Mo woke up with an exclamation. He was still standing where he was after every exam. He could feel his body slightly stiff. What was different was that the sweat left on his forehead wet his clothes and was blown by the wind. , Cool to the heart.

Unknowingly there were tears in his eyes, he hadn't cried for a long time, but this time he cried silently, tears falling like rain.

"Happiness is like a mystery, straight people are not confused."

Seeing this, Zhu Rong didn't have much pity, but told him calmly that heart joy is used to be charming. If there is no hypocrisy in his heart, that is, a straight person, he will not be fascinated by heart joy. There has long been a hole, and once the joy of the heart comes out, it will be fragmented.

It took a while for Ji Mo to wipe away the tears on his face, brushing over the bumpy scars, his eyes were like the clear sky after rain, and they were extraordinarily clear, "Thank you, Master, for teaching me."

Even for the music, he only remembered the first few notes, and didn't know what he heard in the middle, but that feeling must have been hypnotized.

That kind of simple hypnosis directly made him fall into his own nightmare. He had experienced it himself and had regrets in his heart, so he had the feeling of being there, like returning to that time, and it was inevitable again. Facing the tragedy on the ground, the pain deepened again.

hate it?

hate.

The hatred that has been dormant over time has never disappeared, it has always been there, like a dormant volcano, one day it will erupt and the sky will collapse.

"Master, how can I not be affected by my joy?"

If you want to learn heart music, you can't lose your soul when the music sounds.

"Think for yourself." Zhu Rong threw back a sentence directly, letting Ji Mo work hard on his own. Masters don't feed (disciples) food into their mouths, and fathers don't do that.