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"Going up the mountain so early?"

"Get up is also up, go up and turn around."

A short conversation, the people who get up early are going to the mountains, but they are on the same road at this section. They didn’t bring anything like a bamboo basket. I’m afraid they didn’t come to visit the grave, but they carried a basket on their backs. I don’t know what they were doing up the mountain. The trees on this mountain are not fruit trees.

"It's not a good day. It's been a while, and it hasn't rained yet."

The man with the basket on his back said so, and looked worriedly at the sky not far away, as if he hoped to see billowing dark clouds, bringing a heavy rain.

"Isn't it?"

The young man who might be the keeper of the tomb responded like this, with a bit of worry, "I always feel a little inappropriate, and I can't feel at ease, and I can't sleep well."

These words were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the man with the basket on his back hurriedly said: "Isn't it..."

The two were talking about not raining, and they talked about the refugees. They heard that there were refugees everywhere, they could not enter the city, and they were all locked outside the city, which was horrible.

Those things that are too far away, in simple words, have no sense of reality at all. Ji Mo listened, and then looked up at the sky. Is there some kind of natural disaster?

If one thousand years is the change of vicissitudes of life, then 500 years, I am afraid it will also lead to some major changes, maybe it is a natural and man-made disaster?

It seems to Ji Mo that Gejia Village has been safe for many years, but if you look carefully at the tombstones, although the words have changed with time, you can generally see that on the tombstones, "Ge" surname is less and less.

Is it because some outsiders have diluted the original surname of the village, or is it that Gejia Village, which used to have one family and one village, now has less than half of the people in the village?So why not get it all together?It can't be that they all go out to make a living by themselves.

People left their hometowns, and the ancient people, those who depended on the land for their livelihood, could not easily live without the land. Therefore, the reasons for leaving their hometowns were either that there was better development outside, or that there was no land in the village and they could not stay. down.

No matter what the reason is, it does seem to be getting worse and worse.

A layer of worry also emerged in Ji Mo's heart, how long can the profession of grave guard continue?

[Please select the time, 1000 years, 2000 years, 3000 years, 4000 years...]

"1000."

In the blink of an eye, Ji Mo's place had changed, and he couldn't see those tombs or those small courtyards in front of him.

This is where?

Ji Mo looked up at the sky, then at the ground, and finally understood where the stele was placed, it was actually used to pave the road.

I don't know whether to say "wasting everything" or "use everything to the best of its ability", Ji Mo looked around again. The surrounding scenery has never been seen before. It seems to be a town or a small county town. This road is not Not within the town or the county seat, but a certain distance outside, it seems that there is no such thing as bad luck or bad luck.

The sound of cars and horses passing by, trampling on the stone tablet, has no effect on Ji Mo, but this kind of feeling is not very good. Anyone who sees his name being trampled by cars and horses will feel that kind of feeling, although there is no real harm, but In the end it didn't feel so good.

How could the stele as a tombstone be here?Is there another one nearby?

Out of such thoughts, Ji Mo took a closer look, and found that a stone tablet that might have been a tombstone was indeed seen from the carved lines. It was blurred and had traces. It was not a right angle. If it had a smooth arc, But the words on it are already illegible, and it is not known whether they come from Gejia Village or whether they are from the same batch of tombstones.

Or, it was pulled from other places and used as a roadbed here.

The place where the text was originally engraved was either covered with mud or covered by dust and sand. If you don't look carefully, you can't find that the stone slab on the ground still has text.

Those dents seem to be some natural lines, filled with mud and dust, making it impossible to see anything wrong.

People passing by on the road seem to have changed their clothes and hair accessories. Those new looks make it easy to recognize that this is a new dynasty.

Together with the style of the chariots and horses, it gave Ji Mo a sense of freshness. Forgive him for being a tomb keeper in a small mountain village all his life. So this kind of judgment may not be accurate.

But this kind of scene, this kind of bustling, is indeed a refreshing feeling, better than the silent mood when facing those tombs, and it feels more prosperous like the rising sun.

"The scenery here is very good."

Ji Mo said this, as if he didn't care that the stone tablet full of words was trampled by carts and horses, which accelerated the wear and tear of the words on it. Maybe one day, when it was valued, it would be impossible to see clearly what the words on it were. what.

Just like the profession of grave keeper, in modern times, it is not so important.

But why does it still exist?

Will it still be valued by the system?

If this is the case for the gravekeepers of the first-tier world, then what kind of existence should the gravekeepers of the second-tier, third-tier... and even higher ranks be like?

Ji Mochang thought about it for a while, but he didn't think of anything. He always felt that his mind was colorful, as if there was really something, but also as if there was nothing.

It's a wonderful feeling, maybe it's fruitless, but thinking about it is enjoyable in itself.

[Please select the time, 2000 years, 3000 years, 4000 years, 5000 years...]

"2000."

There is darkness in front of my eyes, and at this point, there is no light on, so, is it too late?

Not very surprising, the wear rate of the road surface is always higher, and even the tombstones are pulled over for use, which shows the scarcity of this material and the consumption of it.

The soul was dragged by a force again, experienced a short journey in the sky, and returned to the body again, time was passed unconsciously, and returned to the body, sitting among the tombstones on the mountain, looking at the one below small yard.

The mountain is cold and there is no human voice.

"Huh... a thousand years is like a dream!"

Ji Mo sighed, and stood up slowly. The place where he was sitting on the ground hadn't been warmed up, as if he stood up just after sitting down, without leaving any traces.

Turning around again, Ji Mo went down the mountain with slow steps. This dream lasted for a long time, so long that he felt as if everything here had passed away. When he saw the courtyard, his eyes would always look nearby. Take a look at the location, where there used to be a yard.

[Main task: Gravekeeper. 】

[Current progress: the first stage of the exam - passed (grade: excellent). 】

[Whether to carry out the second stage of study? 】

"no."

"It's too insignificant to always stick to one place for a long time. Even this kind of skill itself seems to be imprisoned, left behind in history, and becomes the old school..."

Ji Mo is not a radical person, he can also be quiet, and even enjoys the quietness of being alone many times, but this kind of quietness does not mean that he is willing to see the same scenery forever, even if it is doing some manual work What about son?Each one can always be different and innovative, but the profession of grave keeper is far from innovation.

What is guarding is the tomb, so why not "old"?

In his heart, he didn't like this kind of career, but it was not his turn to choose it, just like when he was studying, he always had to face some courses he didn't like. Could it be that he didn't have to study because he didn't like it?Compulsory or compulsory, exams or exams, so you can only adapt and accept, accept and work hard to get better grades.

Use better grades to prove that you don't have to study anymore.

Of course, this kind of proof is often useless except to make up for shortcomings and get a scholarship evaluation.

"For some skills, one time is enough, and for some professions, one time can be put down."

Ji Mo never wants to force himself, especially when he can choose.

[Do you want to start learning the next skill? (You can keep the progress of the current task.)]

"Yes."

Every time he faced this choice, Ji Mo was always curious. He felt that maybe there was something else in his heart—"Like the new and dislike the old". He was always more willing to accept new things and temporarily put the old ones aside.

[I will leave the current world in a day, please handle your personal belongings properly, and it is forbidden to bring them with you.Heirs can be selected to inherit the current learning achievements. 】

"One day..."

It's really an embarrassing time. If you want to go far, you can't go far. If you don't want to go, the time seems a bit long.

This may be because he has already explained everything that should be explained, and there is nothing left to say about the rest.

Oh, 500 years later, there may be a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. The two have always been connected since ancient times. Once a natural disaster occurs, it will inevitably be followed by a man-made disaster.

However, that was already too long.

Ji Mo prepared the sacrifices, and before leaving, he went to visit Ge Shan's grave, together with Ge Shan's master, every year, they would visit the grave, this time, it was not a festival, but it was to say goodbye.

The dirty wine was spilled on the ground, and Ji Mo didn't let the young disciple accompany him, probably because of what he saw during the exam. When he looks at the young disciple now, he always thinks of him being surrounded by his children and grandchildren when he grows old. Like a rich old man, he has never felt the excitement of home for a long time.

He is not so eager to marry a wife and have children like him, but he really thinks of his own home, his parents, and wants to be a well-behaved son under their knees, the kind who doesn't fall in love early.

"Master, I have to go."

"There are a lot of things I didn't tell you before, but now, it seems that I can talk about it. I want to say that you never know how good you are. Really, you are No. 1 in this industry!"

"Even if I am your disciple, even if I have a perfect score in professional knowledge, I have to admit that maybe I will never be able to reach your height..."

Ruouowuwu's disappointment finally turned into a sigh, and Ji Mo didn't say any more, it was unnecessary.