Chapter 80 The play ends with the sound of suona
Yellow sand, earthen walls and thatched houses are the usual sights at the border, desolate and boring.
Also accompanying them are bandits, swordsmen, and lone rangers .
Li Mu knew that the Mohist School would definitely send people to Yanmen Pass to find out the truth, but unfortunately he couldn't stop them and didn't want to deceive the Mohist School.
Everyone in the world knows that even if the Mohists know they will die, they will still go forward without hesitation. As long as they see hope, they will dare to fight and leave the seeds of hope for future generations.
"What a pity, I'm not here now!" Li Mu in Handan City sighed.
The reason why he was exiled and returned to the court to be unemployed was his non-resistance. When the Huns invaded, he fortified his city and cleared the countryside, refusing to engage in a head-on battle with them.
Therefore, Li Mu knew more clearly that the general who replaced him had to fight the Huns head-on no matter how unwilling he was, and this was what Handan wanted.
However, if the Mohists saw that the Zhao border troops were being defeated by the Xiongnu Hu people, would they still be willing to help them with all their strength?
Li Mu didn't know, but even if there was no Mohist school, he would have counterattacked. It would be a shame for the Central Plains to just keep getting beaten. He wanted to fight and completely crush all the tribes on the grassland!
"I hope it won't be too tragic!" Li Mu could only hope that the border troops could have even a little bit of combat power, so that the Mohists would not see that the border troops had no ability to resist the armies of various ethnic groups on the grassland.
Jin Yao, Gu and Yang Lou separated, and the divine swordsmen also separated. They would not gather together, but disperse comprehensively to collect more accurate intelligence.
Of course, the Mo family's protection of Jin Yao was still very effective, and they almost protected Jin Yao closely.
"If you don't know, you would think I'm protecting you!" Jin Yao was helpless.
Gu's cultivation level is very high and his IQ is also superhuman. After all, he can be the head of a family in Mo Bian, who is good at theory, so how can his IQ be low?
However, Mo Bian is just like those Taoist people who are looking for immortals. They are almost all stay-at-home people with no social experience and negative emotional intelligence. Gu also grew up in the Mo family headquarters since he was a child, and this is his first time out.
"Forty years, how did you manage to stay at home?" Jin Yao was really shocked by Gu's experience in the underworld.
"I showed my talent when I was young, and was sent to the Debate Pavilion for training. After I came of age, I followed the teachers to do various calculations. I often did this for several years. When the teachers all died of exhaustion, it was my turn to take my disciples and wait for them to exhaust me to death!" Gu said very casually.
Jin Yao thought about it carefully. Isn't that what the people in the Debate Pavilion are like? They think everyone is a fool and not worthy of communicating with them. Then they devote themselves to theoretical research, often spending several years on a single topic, and this has been the case for generations.
"Didn't you say that we should keep a low profile?" Gu ignored Jin Yao's ridicule and looked at the long sword that Jin Yao was carrying, which was taller than a man.
This is the Mo Dao that Master Xu personally forged with new ore and iron. They didn't think it was anything special on the blueprint, but when the finished product appeared, the hilt alone was nearly two feet long, and the blade reached a terrifying six feet. It's not an exaggeration to call it a gun.
But this thing is actually a single-edged, long, narrow knife!
"That's why I wrapped it with a long cloth, and I have always appeared as a scholar. Even when I use force, I hold Lingxu. This Mo Dao appears in the world for the first time. Who would know it's me!" Jin Yao smiled.
In order to obtain the most authentic information, they abandoned their black and white embroidery robes, put on the clothes of ordinary people in the martial arts world, and sneaked to Yanmen Pass.
"Boss, are you in need of storytellers?" Jin Yao was familiar with the inn in a small town outside Yanmen Pass.
"Young man, are you from the novelist family?" Those who can open an inn on the border must be well-known and well-connected people. It is even possible that there are some nobles behind them. Therefore, he started to inquire about Jin Yao's identity as soon as he opened his mouth.
"I guess so!" Jin Yao smiled.
Although novelists are not big, they almost monopolize the lower-class people who are abandoned by Confucianism.
In other words , Confucians compile history, while novelists collect folk tales.
One is highbrow, the other is lowbrow. These are the criteria that Confucianists use to judge themselves and novelists, and thus influence people's distinction between the two.
"How about a piece?" The sturdy shopkeeper smiled and asked Jin Yao to perform a piece.
"Let's play a piece!" Jin Yao smiled and took out a musical instrument he made, which is known as the big gangster in the musical instrument world, the suona!
"Is this a musical instrument?" The shopkeeper was a little surprised. It was the first time he saw such a thing.
Gu just stood three feet away. When Jin Yao was practicing this thing in the Debate Pavilion, it was simply torture. At the beginning, the mooing of the cow, which was said to be impossible to kill, only became a little better later. Maybe they were used to it!
"Ding~~" The mournful and long sound of the suona rang out, instantly stunning all the diners in the inn, and they all looked towards the place where the sound came from.
The shopkeeper was also stunned, the sound was too harsh and went straight to his heart. Any musical instrument he had seen, not even gongs and drums, might not be able to withstand the sound of this thing.
"Hmm~ Na~" The long voice sounded again, and the lively inn had to stop the sound at this moment, because the musical instruments could not suppress the sound, let alone the voices.
The suona is known as the king of musical instruments, and the title of the big gangster in the music world is not undeserved.
The most important thing is that Jin Yao played "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", which is known as the best suona piece, and "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" is also the business card of suona.
Among all kinds of musical instruments, suona is the king, it either ascends to heaven or is worshipped in the hall.
This is not about the suona, but about the hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix! Because this song is played whether it is ascending to heaven or worshiping in the hall.
"A thousand-year-old pipa, a ten-thousand-year-old zheng, a lifetime of playing an erhu, and the whole play ends with the sound of suona. People on the road to the underworld relieve their sorrows, and on the stage of looking back to the past, Meng Po forgets their present life with a cup of soup, and the dead souls are ferryed across the Naihe Bridge, to be Chinese again in the next life!" After the song, Jin Yao slowly opened his mouth and drew a full stop to the whole song of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
The whole audience was silent. Even though they didn't understand the music, everyone could hear the mournful sound in it. Moreover, compared to the romantic music of the Central Plains, the mournful sound of the suona was more acceptable to the people in the border town.
"Well...how about that, let me introduce some other jobs in the charity cemetery to everyone!" The shopkeeper hesitated for a long time before speaking again.
Deaths occur frequently at the border, so carrying coffins is also very frequent. Introducing this young man to handle funerals can make him much more profitable than working in an inn.
The key point is, this is an inn, not a charity cemetery. The instruments are down-to-earth, and the music is pretty good. Guests at the border who are risking their lives at the edge of danger also like to listen to it. The problem is, it's not popular to go to a local temple!
"That's fine!" Jin Yao nodded.
Gu was puzzled. Didn't he come to the inn to gather information? Why did he have to go to the charity cemetery to work?
"Didn't you say you came to the inn to inquire about news? The inn has guests from all over the world, so can you get news from all directions?" Gu still asked his doubts.
