Shanyou Qianlan: Junior Sister Is Cultivating Her Mind Again Today

Yun Zhi felt that there might be something wrong with him since he was a child. When the patient said it didn't hurt, it sounded to her like she was about to cry in pain; when the uncle selling firewood said the money for the medicine would be repaid in two days, she sounded like the bottom of the rice vat had reached the bottom; when the aunt next door cried under her breath in the middle of the night, she could hear it clearly under the quilt. Later, people from the Qianlan Sect told her: It wasn't a problem, it was because her heart was too bright. Yunzhi then went up the mountain carrying his baggage. Before going up the mountain, she thought that practice meant wielding a sword and riding the wind while her clothes fluttered. After going up the mountain, I learned that the first lesson for Qianlan Sect disciples is to sweep the floor, memorize the names of medicines, walk on horseback, don't boil the porridge, and don't step on moss on rainy days. Yunzhi: "..." This fairy gate was different from what she thought. But then the troubled times came, the epidemic came, and the war came to the border, Yun Zhi gradually understood: those who can cook porridge can save others, those who can guard the gate can save others, those who can hand out a bowl of medicine, hold an umbrella, and do not retreat when afraid, are also cultivating their own way. She can hear the pain in people's hearts, and she has also seen the evil in people's hearts. But what she wants to learn is not to become cold or save everyone, but to stand firm first and then reach out. There are thousands of hills in the mountains, and there are thousands of breaths in the people. In troubled times, there must always be someone keeping a light.