Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1770
Lighting a soul lamp is a very labor-intensive task. The person to be lit only needs to produce a fragment of the soul, and the rest is the work of the lamp lighter.

Every soul lamp needs the lamplighter to use his own true essence to carve the lamp, and use the true essence to ignite the soul to light the lamp. One lamp is enough to hollow out the background of a high-level practitioner, and may even hurt the lamplighter's own soul. Soul.In order to avoid accidents, in the Efang Palace back then, at least three immortal officials were required to work together to light a soul lamp.

But judging from Ji Mo's behavior of hiding all the soul lamps in the dark room of the ancestral hall, Ji Da knew that he would never let other people know the existence of these soul lamps, so Ji Mo would never ask others for help during the lighting process, but would only Get some of your own.

Even if it is the son of God, lighting the soul lamp with one person's strength will seriously damage his vitality.

Ji Qingyuan and Ji Ange's soul lamps should have been lit by Ji Mo who secretly collected their souls when they were young, but the soul lamp on the far left is very new, and it looks like it was lit not long ago.

Ji Da looked at the flame on the soul lamp on the far left, and exhaled, "I thought, as the world said, Master Guoshi doesn't love his son."

If he guessed correctly, the soul lamp on the far left should belong to Ji Jiashu.

Ji Jiashu is the eldest son of Ji Mo, who has a lot of aura outside, but if you say how much Ji Mo loves this son as a father, it is really lackluster.

Ji Qingyuan and Ji Ange are the children of Lin Shubai. On the surface, Ji Mo is very cruel to these two children and behaves unreasonably, but Ji Da knows in his heart that although many of Ji Mo's actions go too far, they are protecting the two .

But for Ji Jiashu...

To put it cruelly, Ji Da has been watching coldly all these years, always thinking that Ji Mo only regards this child as a tool to carry on the family line.

Ji Jiashu was born only because he needed a legitimate son.

After so many years, Ji Mo and his wife Ye Shi only have one child, Ji Jiashu.

Among couples in aristocratic families, this number is definitely considered small.

This was largely because Ji Jiashu was good enough. If he hadn't been so good, he might have been an abandoned child long ago, and Ji Mo would have another one immediately.

Fortunately, Ji Jiashu performed exceptionally well, enough to inherit the National Teacher's Mansion, and Ji Mo no longer reluctantly regenerated.

But his behavior also showed that he didn't care about the life of this son at all times. I heard that Ji Mo almost killed Ji Jiashu at the primary ceremony.

Ji Da originally thought that Ji Mo had no feelings for this son, but unexpectedly he also lit a soul lamp for him.

Ji Mo looked a little gloomy, and said indifferently, "If he died outside, I need to make arrangements earlier. Is it so strange to light a lamp?"

Ji Da's eyes flickered, "Mr. Chunhua, I'm afraid he doesn't know about this?"

Judging from the fineness of this glazed lamp, this lamp should not have been lit by Ji Jiashu when he was a child, but should have been lit when he left Nanchu not long ago.

But when he met Ji Jiashu in Soochow before, Ji Da didn't realize that Ji Jiashu had any feelings for his father.If he guessed correctly, Jimo should have found a random reason to get a fragment of the soul from Ji Jiashu, and only lit the lamp after he left.

"He doesn't need to know about it," Ji Mo said flatly, "he just needs to obey my orders obediently."

But after Chunhua Jun left Soochow, he went all the way north, trained the righteous army, pushed the ancient pagoda, and followed Ying Baoyue to the Great Wall of Eternal Night... These actions did not seem to be ordered by Ji Mo at all.

Ji Da closed his eyes and stopped thinking about the relationship between the father and son.

His right hand trembled violently, and he reached out to the extinguished glazed lamp on the far right.

with a snap.

His wrist was held in mid-air.

Jimo squeezed his wrist, staring into his eyes quietly from below, "What are you talking about?"

Ji Da's fingertips stopped three feet away from the soul lamp, took a deep breath, reached into his arms with his left hand, and took out a yellowed letter.

Ji Mo tightened his fingers and suddenly sneered.

"Although it's just an old lamp that has been extinguished, I can't let people play around with me."

"How do I know that the letter you took is real?"

He stared closely at Ji Da's eyes, "Seven years ago, she would not have written to me."

Ji Mo's voice was extremely firm. Looking at the envelope in Ji Da's hand, he narrowed his eyes with extremely sharp eyes.

Ji Da was silent for a moment, "I thought so too."

Ji Mo's fingertips stiffened for a moment.

"I know the National Teacher can't believe my one-sided words," Ji Da said indifferently, "but whether this letter is true or not, the lady said it, you can tell it at a glance."

He turned his palm over and turned the front of the envelope to Jimo.

The ink on the front of the envelope has faded, but three characters can be discerned vaguely.

"To Ah Mo."

Ji Mo's pupils suddenly shrank violently.

The handwriting on the envelope was nothing special, crooked, not even much better than that of a child who just entered private school.

But those three characters have many fewer strokes than ordinary characters.

Ji Mo's gaze suddenly became a little dazed, and a pair of young men and women sitting by the river appeared in front of them.

A boy's crisp voice sounded in his ear.

"What are you writing? Shubai, is your drawing wrong?"

"What do you know? It's called simplified characters, which are much more convenient than the sour Confucian characters in private schools!"

The girl soaked her feet in the river water, holding the pen holder and swearing.

"What's so convenient, you're obviously changing characters indecently, aren't you?" The young man sitting beside her frowned, "You can't use a brush well, I can teach you by hand, but you can't use such opportunistic methods. .”

"Okay, how dare you doubt me!"

The girl dropped the pen, her face flushed red.

"I don't dare, I don't dare," the young man raised his hands in surrender, "simplified characters are simplified characters, as long as it is written by you, it must be the best in the world."

"That's pretty much the same," the girl laughed. "From now on, I'll write to you with these words!"

"Okay," the boy also laughed, "It's a deal, just write it to me."

The past dissipated like smoke, and Ji Mo stared closely at the three missing characters on the envelope in Ji Da's hand, and suddenly fell silent.

Ji Da held the letter, his expression became complicated.

He didn't understand what Ji Mo knew, and such a big change happened suddenly.

Some things, only the two people who used to know, are secrets between them.

"I see," Ji Mo looked away, suddenly let go of his five fingers, and said calmly, "Take this lamp and leave, and leave the letter."

Ji Da gently placed the letter on the altar, took out a cloth bag from his arms, and carefully put the extinguished glazed cup into it.

Jimo watched him wrap up the lamp, and said coldly, "This lamp can't be ignited."

Ji Da's hands stopped, "I know."

I am afraid that in the past seven years, Ji Mo has tried to relight the lamp countless times, and has confirmed that the lamp is useless.Otherwise, even if he brought the letter, Ji Mo would not allow him to take the lamp away.

Jimo glanced at him.

"Then what do you want this lamp for?"

　Why did it become like that after that?

　　PS: Everyone must remember this lamp

　　
　
(End of this chapter)