In the wild wilderness, there is a valley named Holy Source.
The earth veins are like vigorous tendons, lying under the loess, exhaling vitality with the flow of the four seasons; the star veins are like finely divided Milky Way, suspended above the blue sky, adjusting the temperature and coolness with the alternation of day and night. The twin veins are intertwined like longitude and latitude, and a twin-veined protective seedling is conceived in the heart of the valley - the seedling leaves receive the moisture of the earth's veins, and the chaff receives the light of the star veins. The fullness of each grain is the common whisper of heaven, earth and people in the five realms.
Outside this valley, there are five realms: the wheat farmers on the Wei River use wheat straws as blades to weave the tenacity of protecting seedlings; the fishermen on the east side use rattan silk as threads to weave the details of prevention; the shamans in the South Ridge use spiritual flowers as a guide to condense the talisman power to help the pulse; the exploring horses in the North Plain use horseshoes as their trustworthy words to send out swift warnings. The Holy Source Valley is the center of these five realms - ever since the first generation of pulse guardians carved the first line of vein records, "together we protect the two veins and guard the soul of the seedlings" has become an unchanging covenant in the five realms.
The story begins with a group of new seedlings that first entered the pulse protection industry.
Xiaohe holds a pulse thermometer that has been polished smoothly, and when he squats in front of the ground veins to identify the veins, his fingertips still tremble slightly due to nervousness; Xiaomai holds a peachwood fertilizer spoon handed down from his mother, and when spreading fertilizer to the seedlings, he is always afraid that one spoonful will burn the roots or one spoonful will be missing. Lack of power; Xiao Tai is holding the bag of talisman powder taught by the witch doctor of the Southern Territory. When adjusting the talisman liquid, he often remembers the wrong ratio, causing the talisman power to lose its accuracy; Xiao Zhi is holding the net mending needle taught by the Fisherman of the Eastern Territory. When mending the ear protection net, the stitches are always crooked... At that time, they did not know what kind of growth they would achieve in the muddy water of spring floods, the heat wave of midsummer, and the frost of early autumn.
