"This spirit mist flower..." Lin Hongyu said as he walked, slowly telling the allusion to the spirit mist flower.
According to legend, a long time ago, there lived a family of hunters at the foot of Lingwu Mountain. The male owner's name is Zhang Ji, a well-known hunter with very agile skills. His wife's name is Zhao Mei, she is very beautiful and virtuous. The two were extremely in love and lived a happy 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.
Not long after, Zhao Mei fell seriously ill and was dying. Zhang Ji stayed by his wife's side and burst into tears, holding Zhao Mei's thin little hand tightly with both hands.
Zhao Mei felt that she was running out of gas and would soon pass away. She didn't want her husband to watch her leave. Afraid that Zhang Ji would be too sad, he spoke with difficulty: "Brother Zhang, I want to see Lingwu 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 Wuji heard his wife's weak voice and agreed immediately.
Zhang Ji didn't even bother to eat, so he took the rope and went up the mountain. This spirit mist flower is sky blue and very beautiful. He sometimes finds it when hunting and will pick it back and give it 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 many years of hunting experience. In the past, you could go down the mountain and give it to Zhao Mei at this time. She would definitely be happy to see so many spirit mist flowers. But thinking about his wife's condition, this might be the last time he gave her flowers, so he thought about picking more flowers.
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 a spirit mist flower. He tied one end of the rope tightly to the tree and lowered the other end to the cliff. He climbed down the rope and picked the spirit mist flowers.
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.
Zhang Ji climbed down slowly and with great difficulty, and finally reached the cliff where the Spirit Mist Flower was blooming. He stretched out his left hand to pick the spirit mist flowers, and held the rope tightly with his right hand. The moment Zhang Ji caught the Lingwu Flower, he relaxed a little and fell from the sky with a slip of his right hand.
Zhang Ji's mind went blank, his eyes closed and his hands tightly grasping the spirit mist flower. Just as 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.
"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.
Seeing that he was not dead, Zhang Ji opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw an old man with white hair and a childish face standing next to him. Thinking that he saved her, this old man must be a god.
"Old immortal, 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 god 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 of his home, he found that his wife had stopped breathing. Zhang Ji suddenly fell to the ground paralyzed and cried heartbrokenly.
When the old fairy saw that the couple loved each other so much, he used his 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. They hugged each other excitedly and didn't want to let go for a long time. Then the two of them decided to stay with the old immortal as a guest and cook a meal for him to repay their kindness.
The old immortal had something to do and it was inconvenient to stay, but he could not avoid the two people's warm hospitality. Then he picked up Zhang Ji's medicine basket with 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." Later, the old immortal disappeared into thin air and left.
In the end, this legend evolved into a saying that as long as a man goes to Lingwu Mountain in person to pick ninety-nine Lingwu flowers and give them to the woman he loves. After the woman accepts it, the two of them will definitely get married and grow old together.
Therefore, as long as there are children getting married in Tianping County, the family members will always find ways to get some spirit mist flowers and put them at home for decoration to bring good luck.
"Ninety-nine spirit mist flowers, so romantic!" Lin Hongyu slowly finished telling the story and sighed leisurely.
"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. The eyes are filled with emotion, like autumn water.
"Those who practice Taoism should be pure of heart and have few desires. They should not consider the relationship between men and women." Liu Yu lowered his 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 love in her heart. She hoped 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 the beautiful Spirit Mist Flower 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, could still hear it clearly. There was something strange on Wang Lun's cold face, and he clenched the long knife in his hand tightly, as if he had made some decision.
Lin Hongyu was lying on the windowsill, her hair hanging loosely on her shoulders. Looking at the misty and rain-shrouded Lingwu Mountain, I felt inexplicable sadness in my heart. Liu Yu and the others returned to Lingwu Villa from the mountains, and soon it began to drizzle. This drizzle seemed to fall on Lin Hongyu's heart, extinguishing the enthusiasm in his heart.
Lin Hongyu thought in her mind that she had tried to please Liu Yu again and again, but he always ignored her, showing an expression of rejection from others. This made Lin Hongyu hesitate in his heart, whether everything he did was out of passion and wishful thinking. It made him feel a little uncomfortable to please him like this.
Did she really fall in love with him, or did she fall in love with his identity as an immortal cultivator. Lin Hongyu thought about whether she should insist on doing this in the future, and she was a little confused.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Lin Hongyu returned to the guest room after dinner and did not go to Liu Yu. He felt more and more disappointed. Listening to the rain outside, she felt a little homesick. This trip was not as beautiful as she had expected. Lin Hongyu decided to go home tomorrow. I was a little bored without anyone to accompany me, so I started embroidery to pass the time.
