Way of Mysterious World

“This Spirit Mist Flower…” Lin Hongyu said as he walked, slowly telling the story of Spirit Mist Flower.

According to legend, a long time ago, a hunter lived under Spirit Mist Mountain. The host’s name is Zhang Ji, and he is a well-known hunter who is very agile. His wife’s name is Zhao Mei, very beautiful and virtuous. The two are extremely loving and lead a happy life.

But it was a disaster from heaven, Zhao Mei was terminally ill and could not afford to be ill. Zhang Ji’s heart burned around seeking doctors, but he still didn’t get better. He visited all the famous doctors in a radius of a hundred miles, but they all said they were helpless.

Not long after, Zhao Mei became seriously ill and was dying. Zhang Ji stood beside his wife in tears, clutching Zhao Mei’s thin hand with both hands.

Zhao Mei feels that she has run out of oil and will die soon. She doesn’t want her husband to watch her leave. Fearing that Zhang Ji would be too sad, he said with difficulty: “Brother Zhang, I want to see Spirit Mist Flower, can you pick some for me?”

“Okay, Meimei, you first Sleep for a while and I’ll pick it up for you.” Zhang Wuji heard his wife’s faint voice and agreed with one bite.

Zhang Ji didn’t care about the meal, so he took the rope and went up the mountain. The Spirit Mist Flower flower is sky blue and very beautiful. He sometimes picks it up and gives it to his wife when he finds it in hunting. Zhao Mei also likes it very much, but what she didn’t know was that this Spirit Mist Flower was born on sheer cliffs and precipitous rock faces. It is very rare and difficult to pick. It can only be picked cautiously every time Zhang Ji.

After Zhang Ji went up the mountain, with many years of hunting experience, he quickly picked a dozen Spirit Mist Flowers. In the past, she can go down the mountain and give it to Zhao Mei. She will be happy to see so many Spirit Mist Flowers. But thinking of his wife’s condition, this might be the last time I gave her flowers, so I thought about picking more.

After a short period of time, Zhang Ji, who is exhausted, has picked a half of the Spirit Mist Flower basket. During his break, he counted the number, a total of 98 flowers, so he thought about picking two more to make up the whole number.

On a steep cliff, Zhang Ji found a Spirit Mist Flower. He tied one end of the rope tightly to the tree and put the other end down the cliff. He climbed down the rope and picked Spirit Mist Flower.

Zhang Ji grasped the rope and slowly slid down. There was a drizzle in the sky, which made the rope a little slippery. The tired Zhang Ji felt even more fatigued, but he still bit Tooth crawled down.

Zhang Ji crawled slowly downwards with difficulty, and finally reached the cliff opened by Spirit Mist Flower. He stretched out his left hand to pick the Spirit Mist Flower, and his right hand gripped the rope tightly. The moment Zhang Ji caught Spirit Mist Flower, his mind was slightly relaxed, and his right hand slipped and fell from the sky.

Zhang Ji’s mind is blank, closed his eyes and hands tightly holding the Spirit Mist Flower. Seeing that he was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff, skeleton doesn’t exist. Suddenly a flash of light engulfed Zhang Ji, who was falling fast, and brought him back to the top of the mountain.

“It’s too dangerous to pick herbs on a rainy day. Go back soon!” It turned out that it was a passing Divine Immortal who saved Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji saw that he was not dead, and opened his eyes when he heard the voice. He saw an old man with a crane-fat, divine poise and sagelike features standing beside him. Thinking that he saved himself, this old man must be a Divine Immortal.

“Old Divine Immortal, you can save my lady!” Zhang Ji knelt down immediately and said bitterly.

The old Divine Immortal saw that there was another secret, so he patiently listened to Zhang Ji’s cry. Old Divine Immortal was moved by what Zhang Ji had done and took him back to Zhang Ji’s home down the mountain. When Zhang Ji carried the medicine basket containing 99 Spirit Mist Flowers with joy and opened the door, he found that his wife had already stopped breathing. Zhang Ji was paralyzed on the ground and crying.

Senior Divine Immortal saw that the couple was so in love with each other, so he used the immortal method to recall Zhao Mei’s soul and bring her back to life. The two couples met again after yin and yang. Embracing each other in excitement, for a long time he did not want to let go. After that, the two of them will leave the immortal as a guest, cook a meal for the immortal, and repay the great kindness.

Immortal people are inconvenient to stay, but they can’t escape their hospitality. He picked up Zhang Ji’s medicine basket containing 99 Spirit Mist Flowers and said, “Everything in the world has a cause and an effect. You become attached to me because of this thing, and I will take it away and have this good relationship.” After finishing the sentence, immortal. People disappeared and left.

In the end, this legend evolved into a saying, saying that as long as the man goes to Spirit Mist Mountain to pick 99 Spirit Mist Flowers and give them to the girl in love. After the woman accepts it, the two will surely get married and grow old.

So as long as there are children in Tianping County, the family must find a way to get some Spirit Mist Flower, decorate it at home, and ask for good luck.

“99 Spirit Mist Flowers, so romantic!” Lin Hongyu slowly finished telling the story and said with emotion.

“Young Master Liu, will you give the Spirit Mist Flower to your favorite woman in the future?” Lin Hongyu turned around and stared at Liu Yu with hope. The eyes are full of affection, just like limpid autumn water.

“A cultivator, you should be pure-hearted and have little desire, and don’t consider the relationship between men and women.” Liu Yu lowered his head and said nonsense.

Listening to this touching legend, Liu Yu is also looking forward to a sincere relationship in his heart, hoping that he will meet a woman of the same kind in the future, get married, and fly together.

“hmph!” Lin Hongyu listened to Liu Yu’s ruthless words, turned around a little angrily, and Wang Lun on the side gave Liu Yu a deep look.

“It would be great if I could receive the beautiful Spirit Mist Flower like the legendary Mrs. Zhao Mei!” Lin Hongyu whispered.

Although Lin Hongyu said to herself in a very small voice, Wang Lun, who has been following her wholeheartedly, can still hear it clearly. Wang Lun’s cold face showed a slight strangeness, and he firmly grasped the long knife in his hand, as if he had made some decision.

Lin Hongyu lay on the window sill, draped her hair loosely on her shoulders. Looking at the misty Spirit Mist Mountain, an inexplicable sadness ignited in my heart. Liu Yu and the three returned to Spirit Mist Mountain Villa from the mountain, and it started to drizzle soon after. This drizzle was like falling in Lin Hongyu’s heart, extinguishing the enthusiasm in his heart.

Lin Hongyu thought in his heart that he repeatedly pleased Liu Yu, but he always ignored himself, with an expression of rejection beyond a thousand li. This made Lin Hongyu hesitate, whether everything she did was self-inflicted and wishful thinking, so pleased him made herself feel a bit unbearable.

Is I really in love with him, or in love with his Immortal Cultivator identity. Lin Hongyu wondered whether she would insist on doing this in the future, she was a little confused.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger. After dinner, Lin Hongyu went back to the guest room without going to Liu Yu, feeling more and more depressed. Listening to the sound of hua hua rain outside, she felt a little homesick. This play was not as good as she had previously thought. Lin Hongyu decided to go home tomorrow. Being unaccompanied was a little boring, so I embroidered embroidery to pass the time.