The morning in Wushou Valley starts with the sound of wind chimes.
Xiao Qingyan, a young swordsman, lives in seclusion in the mountains. He thought that the rest of his life would be just sword and tea, cold and long.
Until he picked up a little girl named Lin Xi.
Like a little sun, she stumbled into his valley and into his originally lonely life.
He taught her to read, teach her to practice martial arts, teach her to identify herbs, and teach her to distinguish right from wrong.
She taught him only one thing -
It turns out that there is really someone in this world who can make you willingly let go of all the coldness and alienation.
Many years later, someone asked Lin Xi: "How is your master treating you?"
Lin Xi thought for a while and smiled.
"He wouldn't say nice things, but he would stay by my bedside all night when I was afraid of thunder."
"He won't praise me for being smart, but he will secretly curl his lips when I practice a sword skill."
"He never said anything sweet, but he hid all his tenderness in his company day after day."
The cultivation of master and disciple: from companionship to mutual support, there is no cruelty or cruelty, only the long-lasting warmth and the sincerity of running in both directions.
