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Chapter 722

The family that used war music to kill the Ji family had a kind of "wu music" called Wu music. In fact, many places still couldn't get rid of the war music pattern, which seemed like some kind of imitation that changed the soup without changing the medicine.

Walking in the forest, the tall and upright trees, the branches of the gods seem to be intertwined into a dense net, nothing can escape from the net, and even the light seems to be unable to reach the ground. On the ground, the roots and roots of the trees In the connected gap, you can see a kind of rot soil with a special smell composed of green moss and dead leaves.

You have to be extra careful when walking on it. If you are not careful, some poisonous insects may be alarmed directly. Otherwise, you will step on the ground, step into a certain hollow, and sprain your feet.

For Ji Mo, this kind of environment is strange yet somewhat familiar. When he was a Gu Master, he also saw such dense forests, as if the green could be used as a barrier.

He has been here for five years.

I came here in the name of learning music. When we first got along, only a few people who often walked down the mountain could be his translators, because they accepted his money and were willing to teach him some "songs of nature". A single leaf can be played, or a branch can be broken directly, the wood inside is removed, and the cylindrical bark is left to make a whistle, which is convenient for playing.

They are all very natural music sounds, no special training is required, after a few tries, you can play melodies without a fixed pattern, which is very natural and interesting.

But these are not Wule.

As wu music, it is the music used by the patriarch to hold sacrifices every year. In the first year, Ji Mo heard the familiar sound of drum music. Looking at the people dancing on the beat of the drum, Ji Mo couldn't help it Hatred, almost turned red, as if being brought back to the past time by the familiar drum music, and once again had to experience Ji Huang's death.

He looked straight ahead, and was regarded as a sincere student. Originally, this kind of wu music could not be passed on to the outside world, but some people saw his sincerity and were willing to exchange the songs they knew, and agreed to him to study.

But this kind of study is much more troublesome.

You have to be like other apprentices, let them drive you first, and then you can teach him a few notes with restraint and pride, and teach him slowly, but you only teach him that piece of music.

Not all wu music will teach him.

Ji Mo has no objection to this.

He readily accepted such harsh conditions. He stayed in this place for five years. During the five years, he also thought about what he would say if he went back to see Zhu Rong. He probably never dreamed that he would use such a Way to get revenge.

"Are you leaving?"

There is some curiosity in the girl's eyes. There is no love in the innocent eyes, but there is a touch of affection. Over the years, the scars on Ji Mo's face have faded a lot, and the handsome features can be seen, which is more attractive. The kind that girls like is completely different from the people here.

Rough and gentle, like a natural comparison group, as an outsider, Ji Mo has more curious capital than the men here.

"Yes, I always have to go."

Ji Mo said so, and smiled faintly, not knowing what the meaning of the smile was.

On this day, he bid farewell to everyone. During the five years here, many people seemed to have become his friends and would tell him some things. They treated him sincerely, and although they also drove him, they didn't think so much about calculating him.

well.

These people were not pure villains in the first place, but a life always pays for a life.

That night, Ji Mo blew his heart music, and the flute was on his lips. The flute that had been changed a few times was of good quality, and the music was melodious, floating in the mountains and circling in the forest for a long time.

As the heart music played, some people began to go crazy, picked up the tools at hand, waved and slashed in vain, their red eyes were open, as if they had fallen into some kind of frenzy, like that, It looked exactly like the man who killed Ji Huang in Ji Mo's memory.

This is the normal state of these people!

They seem to be very good people, relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to drink water, but they are also people who can raise swords and guns against foreigners without fear.

What is the life of a foreigner to them?

If you think that you have been bullied, you have to take revenge, stealing money is nothing, you must make the other party pay the price in blood, and you must destroy the other party's entire family.

Such a mentality is itself unhealthy.

Ji Mo thought like this, but the tune didn't stop, he kept playing until the music was blocked by those people's crazy voices, and he didn't stop until the end...

"Why are you doing this?!"

The girl is questioning.

The light of dawn was very dim, and some of the torches that had been burning all night had been doused by pools of blood, and some were still persisting, so that those who were not confused by Xinle could wake up and see the horror of the corpses.

"Many years ago, your people killed all my family members, and I came to revenge."

Not just Ji Huang, those in the Ji family, his parents who treated him well, uncles and aunts, and servant girls, those people...

The greed of a county official is so stupid that it becomes a "knife" as a tool. The greedy person will die because he is the mastermind behind the scenes. Doesn't the "knife" need to be broken?

The life that died under the "knife", the blood stained on the "knife"... What reasons should I use to convince myself to give up this hatred?

Naturally, all the people involved in this matter must die.

The reason why they didn't kill all of them is because some of them did not participate in it. The crime of "knife" is always greater than that of the mastermind behind the scenes.

"If you want to kill me for revenge, you can also come and kill me."

Ji Mo knew that there was no direct blood relative of the girl among the people who died this time, so the girl didn't have any hatred for him, but if she wanted revenge for a friend she got along with well, then he wouldn't stop it either. up.

Of course, he won't sit still and wait for death. When the time comes, whoever will live and who will die will depend on their ability.

Ji Mo didn't say much. After saying this, he left quickly. After living here for the past few years, he has been very familiar with the paths in the mountains, and he has a lot of medicine bags to avoid poison, so he is not afraid of snakes and insects. The rat ants quickly left the mountain.

It took a long time to go back. On the way, Ji Mo also picked up an orphan with a broken leg, rescued him, and planned to take him in as his apprentice.

When she got home, Widow Li was at home. Seeing him coming back, she hurriedly asked him to wash, eat and drink. When she heard that he would not go out again, Widow Li breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good, there's nothing good outside..."

She didn't know about Zhu Rong and Ji Mo's master and apprentice, but she was worried that Ji Mo wouldn't come back once he left. Zhu Rong was gone, and if Ji Mo never came back, even if she got this big house, what would it matter? okay?

I can understand what Widow Li is worried about. She is also getting older, and it is not easy to survive these years.

"Well, it's really nothing good."

Ji Mo said this, as if agreeing, after packing up, he didn't rest immediately, but took the paper money prepared by Widow Li and went to Zhu Rong's grave.

"Master, I'm here to see you."

Zhu Rong's death was a bit abrupt to Ji Mo, but it wasn't too abrupt. On that day, he died suddenly, by suicide.

They are all people with black holes in their hearts. Those deficiencies seem to be able to be made up for, but in fact, it is impossible to return to their original appearance.

It’s okay to have the belief of revenge, but if it’s gone, what else is there?

Ji Mo felt that maybe the timing of his appearance was just right, which made Zhu Rong think of accepting a disciple to pass on what he had learned, which made him persist for so many years, but what happened to the subsequent illness made people wonder? up.

The fragility of the patient is sometimes incomprehensible. What do you think when you look at the useless hands and feet?hate it?or pain?

"Master, you should actually wait a little longer. You will see how I take revenge. Isn't that what you want to see most? Many times, when you look at me, maybe you will think of yourself, of yourself back then have done similar things."

Ji Mo lit the paper money and burned it in the earth pit in front of him. A thick layer of paper money had already been laid in the shallow earth pit, so when a piece of burning paper money was thrown into it, it immediately triggered a firestorm. A flame rose up, illuminating the tombstone with a little more warmth.

"I wanted to ask you. What I did was in line with your wishes. If you saw it, you would say that I am a woman. You always think this way, and you always think that I am weak, but in fact..."

There are some things that I can't say anymore, are these the only people I have killed?

Obviously not.

But those, there is no need to mention them, they are not things of this world.

"I took in a disciple, not because he was outstanding, but because I thought that he might be able to pass on some 'tradition'—it's very interesting to think about it this way."

Zhu Rong was not disfigured from the beginning, neither was Ji Mo, including his apprentice, Ji Mo could see that his appearance was ruined by others, even his legs were broken by life, because he did not connect it properly Because of this, when Ji Mo picked him up, he was like a beggar, dragging his legs and crawling on the ground.

What kind of hatred is there to persist even if the hands are bleeding?

This thought seems a bit interesting.

Ji Mo thought of the question he once asked Zhu Rong: "Why must there be hatred?"

"Without the weight of hatred, what's the point of learning with joy?"

The birth of Xinle is not for revenge, but without revenge as the driving force, it is too frivolous to just use Xinle as a pastime, it is frivolity that can cause disasters.

"What if I don't want to take revenge at that time?"

"Then I'll kill you and let you stay with your family."

The simple dialogue seemed a bit ruthless.

But when he met the disfigured apprentice with a broken leg, Ji Mo remembered and asked him, "Do you want revenge?"

"think."

"Okay, you will be my apprentice from now on, and I will teach you the art of revenge."

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