"This Lingwu Flower..." Lin Hongyu said as he walked, slowly telling the allusion to the Lingwu Flower.
Legend has it that a long time ago, there lived a family of hunters at the foot of Lingwu Mountain. The male owner was named Zhang Ji, a well-known hunter who was very agile. His wife was named Zhao Mei, who was very beautiful and virtuous. The two were extremely loving and lived a happy life.
life.
But a disaster struck from heaven. Zhao Mei was terminally ill and could not afford to be ill. Zhang Ji was so distraught that he sought medical treatment everywhere, but still could not see any improvement. He visited famous doctors within a hundred miles, but they all said they were helpless.
Soon after, Zhao Mei fell seriously ill and was dying. Zhang Ji stayed beside his wife and burst into tears, holding Zhao Mei's thin little hand tightly with both hands.
Zhao Mei felt that she was at the end of her life and was about to pass away soon. She didn't want her husband to watch her leave. She was afraid that Zhang Ji would be too sad, so she spoke with difficulty: "Brother Zhang, I want to see the spirit."
Mist flowers, can you pick some for me?"
"Okay, Mei Mei, you go to sleep for a while, and I'll pick it for you right away." Zhang Ji heard his wife's weak voice and agreed immediately.
Zhang Ji didn't bother to eat, so he went up the mountain with a rope. The spirit mist flowers were sky blue and very beautiful. He would find them when hunting, and would pick them back and give them to his wife.
Zhao Mei also likes it very much, but what she doesn't know is that the Lingwu peanut is found on the cliff. It is very rare and difficult to pick. Zhang Ji must be careful every time to pick it.
After Zhang Ji went up the mountain, he quickly picked more than a dozen spirit mist flowers based on his years of hunting experience.
In the past, I could go down the mountain and give them to Zhao Mei at this time. She would be happy to see so many spirit mist flowers. But thinking about my wife's condition, this might be the last time I give her flowers, and I have so many thoughts in my heart.
Pick some.
After half a day passed, Zhang Ji, who was exhausted, had picked half a medicine basket of spirit mist flowers. He counted them during his break and found a total of ninety-eight flowers, so he thought of picking two more to make up the whole number.
On a steep cliff, Zhang Ji found another Spirit Mist Flower. He tied one end of the rope tightly to a big tree and lowered the other end down the cliff. He climbed down along the rope to pick the Spirit Mist Flower. p>
Zhang Ji grabbed the rope and slowly slid down. There was drizzle in the sky, which made the rope slippery. Zhang Ji, who was already tired, felt even weaker, but he still gritted his teeth and climbed down.<
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Zhang Ji climbed down slowly and with difficulty, and finally reached the cliff where the spirit mist flower was blooming. He stretched out his left hand to pick the spirit mist flower, and held the rope tightly with his right hand. When Zhang Ji caught the spirit mist flower,
After relaxing a little, my right hand slipped and fell from the sky.
Zhang Ji's mind went blank. He closed his eyes and held the spirit mist flower tightly with his hands. He was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff with no body left. Suddenly, a spiritual light enveloped Zhang Ji, who was falling rapidly, and brought him back to the top of the mountain.
Up.
"It's too dangerous to collect herbs on a rainy day. You should go back quickly!" It turned out that a passing god saved Zhang Ji.
When Zhang Ji saw that he was not dead, he opened his eyes when he heard the sound. He saw an old man standing next to him, with white hair and a childish face, and an immortal demeanor. He thought he had saved him, and this old man must be a god.
"Old fairy, please save my wife!" Zhang Ji immediately knelt down and cried bitterly.
Seeing that there was something hidden, the old immortal listened patiently to Zhang Ji's cry. The old immortal was moved by Zhang Ji's actions and took him back to Zhang Ji's home at the foot of the mountain.
When Zhang Ji happily carried the medicine basket containing ninety-nine spirit mist flowers and opened the door, he found that his wife had stopped breathing. Zhang Ji immediately collapsed on the ground and cried heartbrokenly.
When the old fairy saw that the couple loved each other so much, he used magic to bring back Zhao Mei's soul and bring her back to life.
After passing through the separation between yin and yang, the two couples met again and hugged each other excitedly, unwilling to let go for a long time. Then they decided to stay with the old immortal as a guest and cook a meal for him to repay his kindness. The old immortal had something to do and it was inconvenient to stay, but he couldn't avoid the two people's warm hospitality.
Then he picked up Zhang Ji's medicine basket containing ninety-nine spirit mist flowers and said: "Everything in the world has a cause and a result. You have become attached to me with this thing, so I will take it away to end this good relationship." After that,
Then the old immortal disappeared into thin air and left.
Finally, this legend evolved into a saying that as long as the man goes to Lingwu Mountain to pick ninety-nine Lingwu flowers and gives them to the woman he loves. After the woman accepts them, the two of them will definitely get married and grow old together.
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Therefore, as long as there are children getting married in Tianping County, the family members will always find ways to get some spiritual mist flowers and put them at home for decoration to bring good luck.
"Ninety-nine spirit mist flowers, they must be beautiful!" Lin Hongyu slowly finished telling the story and said with emotion.
"Mr. Liu, will you give the spirit mist flower to the woman you love in the future?" Lin Hongyu turned around and stared at Liu Yu with hopeful eyes and asked. His eyes were full of love, like autumn water.
"Those who practice Taoism should be pure in heart and have few desires, and should not consider the love between men and women." Liu Yu lowered her head and pretended not to see it, and said in a nonchalant manner.
After listening to this touching legend, Liu Yu also looked forward to a sincere relationship in her heart, hoping that she could meet a woman of the same religion in the future, get married, and live together.
"Huh!" Lin Hongyu turned around angrily after hearing Liu Yu's ruthless words. Wang Lun, who was standing beside him, looked at Liu Yu with deep meaning.
"How great it would be if I could receive beautiful spirit mist flowers like the legendary Mrs. Zhao Mei!" Lin Hongyu murmured softly.
Although Lin Hongyu muttered to himself in a low voice, Wang Lun, who had been paying full attention to it, still heard it clearly. There was a hint of strangeness on Wang Lun's cold face, and he clenched the long knife in his hand tightly, as if he had done something
Decision.
Lin Hongyu was lying on the window sill, her hair hanging loosely on her shoulders. Looking at the misty and rain-shrouded Lingwu Mountain, inexplicable sadness ignited in her heart.
When Liu Yu and the others returned to Lingwu Villa from the mountains, a drizzle began to fall soon after. This drizzle seemed to fall on Lin Hongyu's heart, extinguishing the enthusiasm in her heart.
Lin Hongyu thought in her mind that she had tried to please Liu Yu again and again, but he always ignored her, with an air of being rejected thousands of miles away.
This made Lin Hongyu hesitate in his heart, whether everything he did was out of passion and wishful thinking, and it made him feel a little uncomfortable to please him like this.
Whether she really fell in love with him or in love with his identity as an immortal cultivator, Lin Hongyu was a little confused as she wondered whether she should insist on doing this in the future.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Lin Hongyu returned to the guest room after dinner and had no intention of looking for Liu Yu. She felt more and more disappointed.
Listening to the sound of rain outside, she felt homesick. This trip was not as wonderful as she had expected. Lin Hongyu decided to go home tomorrow. She felt bored without company, so she started embroidery to pass the time.