The Way of the Mysterious Dust

　　 "This Lingwuhua..." Lin Hongyu said as he walked, slowly telling the story of Lingwuhua.

　　 According to legend, a long time ago, a hunter lived under Lingwu Mountain. The host's name is Zhang Ji, who is a well-known hunter and 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 is a disaster from heaven, Zhao Mei is terminally ill and can't afford it. Zhang Ji's heart burned around seeking doctors, but he still didn't get better. He visited various famous doctors in a radius of a hundred miles, but they all said they were helpless.

　　 Soon after, Zhao Mei became seriously ill and was dying. Zhang Ji kept tears down beside his wife, 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 Lingwuhua, can you pick some for me?"

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

　　 Zhang Jifan didn't care about eating, so he took the rope and went up the mountain. This Lingwu flower color is sky blue, very beautiful, and sometimes he would pick it back and give it to his wife when he found it in hunting. Zhao Mei also liked it very much, but what she didn't know was that the Lingwu peanuts were on the cliffs. They were rare and difficult to pick. Zhang Ji could only pick them carefully every time.

　　 After Zhang Ji went up the mountain, with many years of hunting experience, he quickly picked a dozen Lingwu flowers. In the past, she can go down the mountain and give it to Zhao Mei. She will be happy to see so many Lingwu 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, exhausted, had already picked a small half of the medicine basket Lingwu flowers. During his break, he counted the total 98 flowers, so he thought about picking two more flowers to make up the whole number.

　　 On a steep cliff, Zhang Ji found a Lingwu 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 to pick the Lingwu Flower.

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

　　 Zhang Ji crawled slowly downwards with difficulty, and finally reached the cliff where the mist bloomed. He stretched out his left hand to pick the Lingwu Flower, and his right hand held the rope tightly. When Zhang Ji caught Lingwuhua, his mind was slightly relaxed, and his right hand slipped and fell from the sky.

　　 Zhang Ji's mind was blank, his eyes closed and his hands tightly grasped the Lingwu Flower. As soon as he was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff, there was no bones left, 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 collect medicine on rainy days, you go back soon!" It turned out that a passing **** rescued Zhang Ji.

　　 Zhang Ji saw that he was not dead, and opened his eyes when he heard the voice, and saw an old man with a crane-haired childlike face and a fairy-like spirit standing beside him. Thinking that he saved himself, this old man must be a god.

　　 "Old god, you can save my lady!" Zhang Ji knelt down and said bitterly.

　　 Seeing that there is something else hidden, the old **** listened patiently to Zhang Ji's cry. The old **** was moved by what Zhang Ji did and took him back to Zhang Ji's home under the mountain. When Zhang Ji was carrying a medicine basket containing ninety-nine Lingwu flowers with joy and pushed open the door, he found that his wife had already stopped breathing, and Zhang Ji was paralyzed on the ground, crying out of heart.

　　 The old **** 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. After the yin and yang separation, the two couples met again. Embracing each other excitedly, for a long time he didn't want to let go. Then the two of them will leave the old fairy as a guest, cook a meal for the old fairy, and repay the great kindness.

　　 The old immortal had trouble staying, but he couldn't escape the hospitality of the two. He picked up Zhang Ji's medicine basket containing ninety-nine Lingwu flowers and said: "Everything in the world has a cause and an effect. If you become attached to me because of this thing, I will take it away and end this good relationship." Then the old fairy disappeared and left.

　　 In the end, this legend evolved such a saying, saying that as long as the man goes to Lingwu Mountain to pick 99 Lingwu flowers and give them to the girl he loves. After the woman accepts it, the two will surely get married and grow old.

　　 Therefore, as long as there are children in Tianping County, the family must find a way to make some spiritual fog flowers, decorate them at home, and ask for auspiciousness.

　　 "Ninety-nine Lingwu flowers, so romantic!" Lin Hongyu slowly finished telling the story, and said with emotion.

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

　　 "A cultivator should be pure-hearted and have little desire for men and women." Liu Yu lowered his head without seeing ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and said nonchalantly.

　　 Hearing this touching legend, Liu Yu also looked forward to a sincere love in his heart, hoping that he would meet a woman of the same kind in the future, get married, stay and fly.

　　 "Huh!" Lin Hongyu heard Liu Yu's relentless 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 beautiful Lingwu flowers like the legendary Mrs. Zhao Mei!" Lin Hongyu whispered.

　　Although Lin Hongyu said to herself in a very small voice, Wang Lun, who had been following her wholeheartedly, could still hear it clearly. Wang Lun's cold face showed a slight strangeness, and he firmly squeezed 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 and rainy Lingwu Mountain, an inexplicable sadness ignited in my heart. The three of Liu Yu returned to Lingwu Mountain Villa from the mountain, and it began to drizzle soon afterwards. This drizzle was like falling in Lin Hongyu's heart, extinguishing the enthusiasm in his heart.

　　 Lin Hongyu thought that he would please Liu Yu over and over again, but he always ignored himself, with an expression of rejection from a thousand miles away. This made Lin Hongyu hesitate, whether everything she did was self-satisfaction, wishful thinking, and to please him in this way made herself feel a little bit unbearable.

　　I really fell in love with him, or fell in love with his identity as a cultivator. 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 looking for Liu Yu, feeling more and more depressed. Listening to the sound of rain outside made her a little homesick, this play was not as good as previously thought, Lin Hongyu decided to go home tomorrow. Being unaccompanied was a little boring, so he embroidered embroidery to pass the time.