The curtain of rain changed with the music of the qin.
Gentle, hurried, violent...
Only then did Li Ye realize that this thing did not require him to know any qin techniques at all. It depended entirely on his understanding of "rain."
He only needed to recall the rain he had seen before, and the music would naturally flow from his fingers.
To Li Ye, rain, this kind of celestial phenomenon, meant tranquility and relaxation more than anything else.
Even though his memories from before his transmigration were not all that clear, he could still remember the joy of hiding in his room and sleeping soundly on rainy days.
The pouring curtain of rain was like a barrier separating him from the world—or rather, like arriving in another world. A world where he could safely escape worldly troubles, listen to the patter of rain, and fall asleep in the cool weather.
The most unique aspect of the Four Seasons Music Canon was that every melody within it changed according to a cultivator's state of mind and comprehension. Thus, the qin music Li Ye played naturally changed as well—
The rain curtain continued to pour down, yet a strange thread of silver radiance quietly appeared within it. Whenever a raindrop fell, it left behind a silver trace in the empty air.
"Hm?"
"So this is his comprehension."
True Person Su Xing narrowed his eyes in confusion, utterly unable to make sense of it.
There were quite a few cultivators in the sect who studied the Xiang Yun Qin. After all, rainfall was rather important.
For most mortals, rain meant a disaster that prevented them from going out to work and maintaining their livelihoods; a blessing that watered the land and nurtured new life; a rare respite of wife, children, and a