Listen to the Wind and Enter the Blue Clouds

Gu Chengzhao is a fool. At least that's what people in the village call it. After the high fever three years ago, he became dull and dull. He sat alone by the river all day long, not knowing what he was thinking. No one knew he could hear - the sound of every fish wagging its tail under the river, the sound of fallen leaves hitting the soil, and someone thirty miles away calling his name in the night. No one knew that there was another person living in his body. The remnant soul of the Xuantian Sect leader who failed to escape the tribulation three hundred years ago speaks sarcastically in his ears every day. "Your hearing is an innate spiritual sense. If you don't find a way to practice it, you won't live to be eighteen." Gu Chengzhao believed it. Carrying half a bag of dry food on his back, he left the small mountain village he had known for seventeen years and went to the legendary Immortal Cultivation Sect to try his luck. He didn't know how big the world outside the mountain was, that the human heart was scarier than monsters, and that the person who would call his name late at night would stand in front of him one day. He only knew that there was a voice in the wind, and there was truth in the voice. He wants to live. I want to understand what is being said in this world. But later he discovered that some sounds, once heard, would never be forgotten.