Traveling to the end of the world where monsters are rampant, at the beginning, the engagement was broken off, kicked out of the city, and penniless.
Luckily I have a system.
But this system's mission style isn't quite right——
"Play the guqin and cry. The harder you cry, the higher the reward."
"Use the flute to make all the drunkards in the tavern beat the time with you."
"Help Auntie sell today's fish at the wet market with drumbeats."
I thought this was a sand sculpture development game.
Until I played an etude casually, the whole place was quiet. The strongest iceberg female law enforcement officer in the nine realms drew her sword and pointed it at me: "No one has been able to play this music for three hundred years. Where did you learn it?" The three thousand musicians in the audience all knelt down: "Sage of the Qin is above, and I bow to my disciple!"
Isn't that our school's final exam repertoire?
Later, I became the only piano saint in the nine realms, with three thousand disciples, an academy, and an iceberg girlfriend who said "I'm supervising you" every day but actually made a living every time.
The days seem to be getting better and better.
But there's one thing I've never told anyone - there's an "audience gallery" in my head, three hundred blurry figures that never applaud or speak. What I play, they listen to. They just wait.
I don't know what they are waiting for.
But every time it's quiet at night, I always feel——
Soon.
Can't roll anymore? Then play one.
The last days have been quiet for too long.
I, Shen Tinglan, am here, so don't think about being quiet.
