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The first time Xu Ci met Ji Mo was when he was in the most embarrassing situation. He was covered in mud, with countless fleas raging on his body, and he, dragging his wounded legs, was begging like a beggar. He didn't want to He did such a thing, but he wanted to live, so that appearance, that disfigured face probably looked a lot hideous.

He also knew that his face was not pleasing, even those who looked at him for pity, would stay away because they felt terrible when they saw his face, so he covered his face with dirty long hair, and tried his best to keep his face down. He bowed his head, looking half dead.

Even so, there are still people who are not afraid of his ugly face, and come to snatch him after he gets the food, and those who are able-bodied and able-bodied snatch the disabled food, and they don't feel ashamed.

And he, regardless of whether he can win the fight or not, dares to fight with his life. People have to become wild beasts, eating the flesh and blood of their own kind, in order to have a chance to survive.

It was at this time that he met Ji Mo, a master who treated him as a human being again.

"Master, why did you accept me? I am old, and I may not have much talent..." If it was in the past, he would never have said such a thing, but at that time, he, who had tasted all the warmth and coldness of human feelings, had already Knowing that you are definitely not that good.

"Our master's two criteria for accepting apprentices are first, there must be hatred in your heart, and second, you must have disfigurement. I look at your eyes, and I know that you must have hatred in your heart. Looking at your face, you have already disfigured. Isn't this a gift from heaven?" Is there a candidate for your disciple?"

Ji Mo's words were a bit of a joke, but the people who listened to them just took it seriously, Xu Ci was in a daze, and there was such a thing?

Pies falling from the sky also want to be screened, so, is this a bright future after suffering?

When learning Xinle, the black hole in Xu Ci's heart could not let him learn to "control". He was a little impatient, so he asked Ji Mo how he learned it back then.

"Listen more." Ji Mo's answer was very simple, "When you get tired of listening and can't listen to it, even the illusion of reality can't shake you, that's it. At that time, memorizing the score is very simple. Now, your talent is better than what you know, if you learn it with your heart, there will be nothing difficult."

"……it is good."

Being affirmed and praised again, Xu Ci was very moved, and he really put his heart into it, even though he was substituted by Xinle into the pain of the past again and again, he did not indulge in it. Since the black hole exists, it cannot be made up for, but He can choose to face it and face it with a smile.

You don't care about me, why should I care about you?

One day, you will know how painful it is to make me hate.

Xu Ci secretly swore in his heart at that time, and later, he did it.

"I'm old, I always like to think about these..."

When it comes to revenge, it's really very simple, with a "weapon" like Xinle, it's always beneficial.

"There is a black hole in everyone's heart, just see if you can find it."

Xu Ci has his own understanding of Xinle. He doesn't use his own voice to guide others, but directly finds the black hole in other people's hearts, gets into it, and makes a huge mess.

His father, the black hole in his heart was being betrayed. He didn't know when he was betrayed, and he had a knot in his heart. Later, he even suspected that his mother was having an affair with others, and that's why he was so resentful that he attacked him so hard. .

His stepmother, the black hole in her heart was jealousy. At first she was jealous of her older sister, and then more people became jealous. Such a person who is always unsatisfied really shouldn't have a good life.

As for his brother—

Xu Ci closed his eyes slightly. His younger brother was as innocent as he was, and he used the death of his parents to form a black hole of revenge in his heart. Afterwards, he died immersed in the joy of revenge. Is it right? Is he forgiving enough?

After the great revenge was avenged, Xu Ci returned home as the eldest son who left home in the early years. Some old servants were still there and recognized him. After settling down, he was about to bring the master to enjoy the blessings, only to find out that the master was dead.

He was left with a room and a few sundries, the most precious of which was probably the Guqin.

The sound of the piano is clear and clear, like a clear sky that will never be hazy, gently plucked, and the sound reaches the sky, as if it has conveyed infinite melancholy on his behalf.

So far in life, what else do you want?

For many years after that, Xu Ci, who regained his status as a son of a rich family, lived a leisurely life of pleasure until he finally had a child and a wife, and his attitude towards life did not change.

Enjoy what should be enjoyed, otherwise, what if one day you can't enjoy it?

Perhaps this attitude is optimistic and peaceful enough. The scars on his face gradually become less conspicuous as he grows older, and the money he earns every year is also increasing. Gradually, he is getting old.

Old age is not something that everyone will experience. When he thinks of his father and stepmother who died early, he has no regrets in his heart, but when he thinks of his younger brother who died young and has no chance of revenge, he only sighs softly.

--Pity.

Xu Ci has two sons, one concubine and the other concubine, the concubine is the youngest and the concubine is the elder. One day, his eldest grandson came to him and begged to learn the skill of heart joy.

"You can't learn."

He refused, the rules of the master's school, his eldest grandson also does not have it, young people, what hatred do you have?What's more, his eldest grandson looks so good, how can he be disfigured?

"Why can't I learn it, Grandpa, no one in our family wants to learn it except me, so you can teach me, this skill can't be lost properly!"

What the eldest grandson said makes sense.

Xu Ci continued to shake his head as if he had never learned from the past: "You can't learn."

The rejection was straightforward, but he didn't want young people to be more flexible.

Xu Ci found out, cursed, and sent someone to look for him, but when he was still missing, he thought of recruiting a disciple, found a beggar with a pockmarked face, accepted him as a disciple, and taught him carefully.

"In the future, if you meet someone outside with your heart to control others, you have to see if that person is my unworthy grandson. If so, spare his life, if not, kill him."

When Xu Ci said the last sentence, he was a little bit more hostile. Everyone is innocent, but he is guilty. His grandson is still young, so what does he know? If he leaves with such a skill, it’s fine if he can’t learn it. , ostentatiously, the last time that skill fell into the hands of others, it was probably the time for his death.

"Yes."

His disciple agreed and closed his eyes as he watched Xu Ci.

Later, the beggar disciple met the eldest grandson who stole the book and left. The first time, he spared the other party's life, and the second time, he killed the other party.

"Master said to let me spare your life. I spared you. If we meet again, it will be your fault. If there are many people who know this kind of miraculous skill, won't it be worthless?"

Besides, he still wanted to see what was written in the book he stole, and whether it was the same as what he had learned. If the master really did not hide his secrets, he would just kowtow in front of his grave.

Some people are born with a bit of coldness, and those who harbor hatred may have been distorted in their hearts long ago, and it is not as simple as a black hole.

Xu Ci thought that he could control people's hearts and do whatever he wanted, but in fact, many people's hearts could no longer be explored behind the layers of black holes. It was a coincidence that he chose such an excellent disciple.

And when this disciple of his accepted apprentices again, there was one more requirement——Anyone who is not my disciple and knows his heart, kill him.

Going around, this standard seems to overlap with Zhu Rong's standard, returning to the same origin.

In the vicissitudes of life, when a hundred years have passed, Xinle has become a legend.

"Ah, heart joy? What kind of joy is this?"

Some people don't know why, and their eyes are full of curiosity.

"This is a kind of joy that can make you feel sad and joyful. If you want to know what is most important in your heart, you must listen to the joy of the heart. It is the music that can listen to the voice of the heart."

"Voice?"

This is really inexplicable, but, driven by curiosity, he still listened to it, and there was only one feeling after listening to it——it sounds good.

"What did you hear?"

"Don't say it, don't say it!"

What you hear is naturally what you think in your heart, and the joy you can have when everything comes true. As for the others, is it important what the notes are composed of?

Thousands of years later, Xinle was talked about again, and it was because of the discovery of that Guqin, and the text on it was studied by scholars, only then did I know that it was a certain Chinese language written more than a thousand years ago, and there are very few people in the world who can understand it. In that country, many of the written books left over from those years do not know where they are, and most of the remaining ones are not easy to decipher.

"Happy?"

The pedant looked at that line of text, looked at the word, and was not sure of the meaning. The student said: "It should be 'new', with fake characters. I am afraid that there is some new music coming out, and I will remember it when I make a piano? Or remember this Xinyue Qin, there may be words on it, but it has been obliterated, it may be the score of Xinyue, it's a pity, it's a pity, we can't see you again."

"What's the matter, we can also try to restore it, who said that today's people are not as good as the ancients?"

The students speak with certainty and are quite confident.

The scholar pursed his lips and smiled, showing appreciation: "Very, very, I am a big family, I should have such self-confidence. Today's people must be better than the ancients, not only in skills, but also in other things."

"Isn't it? How many ancient people recognize what we have now?"

Another student interjected from the sidelines, and there was some slippage in his words. What did the time-traveling novel I read not long ago say that contemporary people traveled to ancient times and made soaps and soaps that were amazing. He even taught the ancients how to graft branches. Yes, there are paper-making and glass-making, not to mention how powerful the paper-making is, but even the glass-making, which compares the number of colored glazes. It's a pity that they can't be resold, otherwise, they will make a lot of money.

Haha, what kind of ancients, everyone can only look up to the traverser who is less than seven years old, wishing to lie on the ground and kiss the soles of his shoes, haha, it's so cool, amazing!