"This Spiritual Mist Flower..."Lin Hongyu said as he walked, slowly telling the allusion to the Spiritual Mist Flower.

Legend has it that a long time ago, there lived a hunter at the foot of Lingwu Mountain. The man's name is Zhang Ji, and he is a well-known hunter with very agile skills. His wife's name is Zhao Mei, who is very beautiful and virtuous. The two are extremely affectionate and live happily ever after.

But disaster fell from heaven, and Zhao Mei was terminally ill and couldn't afford to get sick. Zhang Ji's heart burned everywhere to seek medical treatment, but it still did not improve, and he visited all the famous doctors within a radius of 100 miles, but they all said that they were helpless.

Soon after, Zhao Mei was seriously ill and was dying, Zhang Ji stayed beside his wife and tears rained down, holding Zhao Mei's emaciated little hands tightly.

Zhao Mei felt that she had reached the point of running out of oil and was about to die, and she didn't want her husband to watch her leave. Afraid that Zhang Ji would be too sad, he said with difficulty: "Brother Zhang, I want to see the Lingwu Flower, can you pick some for me?"

"Okay, Sister Mei, you sleep for a while, and I'll pick it up for you. Zhang Wuji heard his wife's faint voice and agreed.

Zhang Ji didn't care about eating, so he took the rope and went up the mountain. This mist flower is very beautiful and blue, and he sometimes picks it up and gives it to his wife when he finds it while hunting. Zhao Mei also liked it very much, but what she didn't know was that this Lingwu peanut was very rare and difficult to pick on the cliff, and Zhang Ji could only pick it carefully every time.

After Zhang Ji went up the mountain, with many years of hunting experience, he quickly picked more than a dozen Lingwu flowers. According to the past, at this time, she could go down the mountain and give it to Zhao Mei, she would definitely be happy to see so many spiritual mist flowers. But thinking of his wife's illness, this may be the last time he gave her flowers, so he thought about picking more.

After half a day passed, the exhausted Zhang Ji had already picked a small half of the medicine basket of Lingwu flowers, and counted them during the break, a total of ninety-eight, so he thought about picking two more flowers to make a whole number.

On a steep cliff, Zhang Ji found a spiritual mist flower. He tied one end of the rope tightly to the tree and lowered the other end of the cliff. He climbed down the rope to pick the spirit mist flowers.

Zhang Ji grabbed the rope and slowly slid down, the sky was drizzling, making the rope a little slippery, and Zhang Ji, who was already tired, felt even more weak, but he still gritted his teeth and crawled down.

Zhang Ji climbed down slowly with difficulty, and finally reached the cliff where the spiritual mist blossomed. He reached out with his left hand to pick the spirit mist flower, and grasped the rope with his right hand. The moment Zhang Ji caught the Spiritual Mist Flower, his mind relaxed slightly, and his right hand slipped and fell from the sky.

Zhang Ji's mind was blank, and he closed his eyes and held the spiritual mist flower tightly with his hands. Seeing that he was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff, there were no bones, and suddenly a spiritual light wrapped Zhang Ji, who was falling rapidly, and brought him back to the top of the mountain.

"It's too dangerous to collect medicine on a rainy day, you should go back quickly!" It turned out that a passing immortal saved Zhang Ji.

Seeing that he was not dead, Zhang Ji opened his eyes when he heard the voice, only to see an old man with crane hair and a childish face and fairy wind bones standing next to him. Thinking that he saved himself, this old man must be a god.

"Old fairy, save my lady!" Zhang Ji immediately knelt down and said bitterly.

The old fairy saw that there was another hidden secret, so he patiently listened to Zhang Ji's cry. The old fairy was moved by what Zhang Ji had done, so he took him back to Zhang Ji's house at the bottom of the mountain. When Zhang Ji happily carried the medicine basket containing ninety-nine spiritual mist flowers and pushed open the door, he found that his wife had already stopped breathing, and Zhang Ji was immediately paralyzed on the ground, crying bitterly.

Seeing that the couple loved each other so much, the old fairy used the immortal method to recall Zhao Mei's soul and bring her back to life. After the two husbands and wives passed through the yin and yang separation, they met again. hugged each other excitedly, unwilling to let go for a long time. Then the two of them decided to leave the old immortal as a guest, cook a meal for the old immortal, and repay the great kindness.

The old immortal was inconvenient to stay, but he couldn't shirk the hospitality of the two. He picked up Zhang Ji's medicine basket containing ninety-nine spiritual mist flowers and said, "Everything in the world has a cause and an effect. You have become attached to me because of this thing, and I will take it away and end this good relationship. After saying that, the old immortal disappeared and left.

In the end, this legend evolved into such a saying, saying that as long as the man personally went to Lingwu Mountain to pick ninety-nine Lingwu flowers, he gave them to the woman he loved. After the woman accepts it, then the two will definitely be able to tie the knot and grow old.

Therefore, as long as there are children in Tianping County, the family will always find a way to get some spiritual mist flowers and decorate them at home to ask for good luck.

"Ninety-nine spiritual mist flowers, so romantic!" Lin Hongyu slowly finished telling the story and sighed leisurely.

"Liu Gongzi, will you give your favorite woman Lingwu Flower in the future? Lin Hongyu turned around and asked with a hopeful gaze staring at Liu Yu. The eyes are full of affection, like autumn water.

"A cultivator should be pure in heart and have few desires, and should not consider the feelings of men and women. Liu Yu lowered his head and didn't see it, and said in a disagreeable manner.

After listening to this touching legend, Liu Yu is also looking forward to a sincere love in his heart, hoping that he can meet a woman of the same way 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, who was on the side, glanced at Liu Yu with deep meaning.

"It would be great if I could receive a beautiful spiritual mist flower like the legendary Lady Zhao Mei!" Lin Hongyu muttered quietly.

Although Lin Hongyu was talking to himself in a very small voice, Wang Lun, who had been paying attention wholeheartedly, still heard it very clearly. Wang Lun's cold face showed a hint of strangeness, and he clenched the long knife in his hand hard, as if he had made a decision.

Lin Hongyu was lying on the windowsill, her hair scattered on her shoulders. Looking at the smoky and rainy Lingwu Mountain, my heart burned with inexplicable sadness. Liu Yu and the three returned to Lingwu Villa from the mountain, and soon after that, it began to drizzle. This drizzle seemed to fall on Lin Hongyu's heart, extinguishing the enthusiasm in his heart.

Lin Hongyu thought in his heart that he had tried to please Liu Yu three times and twice, but he always ignored him, with an expression of rejection thousands of miles away. This made Lin Hongyu hesitate in his heart, whether everything he did was self-inflicted and wishful thinking, and he felt a little unbearable to please him like this.

Is he really in love with him, or is he in love with his identity as an immortal cultivator? Lin Hongyu thought about whether to insist on doing this in the future, 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, feeling more and more lost. Listening to the sound of the rain outside, it made her feel a little homesick, this trip was not as good as she expected, Lin Hongyu decided to go home tomorrow. Unaccompanied was a little boring, so I embroidered to pass the time.