Qin Xinlan Bone Discerner × Sword Soul Fox Soul Relict Guest
She has ears that can hear all the sounds in the world.
The sound of the late spring rain in the sky, the surging underground river in the deep mountains of Chenyuan, the soft sound of fallen leaves scraping against the bluestone three miles away, the old wounds and lies hidden in the pulse of a person...
——Everything has a sound, and nothing can be hidden from her ears.
There is a kind of grass in the mountains with extremely fine saw teeth on the edges of the leaves. When the wind blows, the saw teeth touch the saw teeth, making a slight sound that is almost inaudible to human ears. The herb collector said that it had listened to the wind all its life but never made a sound. It's called Tingfengcao.
She is like a grass that listens to the wind. Listening to the wind, listening to the rain, listening to the human heart, but turning thousands of words into a wisp of piano music.
Until she heard a heartbeat in the wild tea house in the rain - like the long wind passing through the empty valley, with a carelessness that spanned hundreds of years.
"What's the name of this piece you're playing?"
"No name."
"Why?"
"Because that's your heartbeat, I just added a few notes to it."
Two people with scars on their backs seemed to be touching each other's leaves in the mountain rain. She listens to the wind and distinguishes sounds for him, and he blocks the sword and breaks the formation for her.
Listen to the wind, listen to the rain, listen to people's hearts, just to say a thousand-year response for those who can no longer speak.
(This is the first time the author has written an article. It is not very mature and has many shortcomings. Please be patient... I hope you all like this work and have fun reading it! Hehehe^^)
(Lightning protection point: non-traditional world view! The male protagonist is a fox tribe! The revenge line! The emotional line is a little slow! Linghu is a real-life surname! Please read with caution if you have high requirements for writing and plot! Novice!)
Intention: The deepest justice in the world is often not found in the sword, but in the tenderness of those who listen attentively and speak for the silent.