Cultivating Immortals from Devouring the Martial Spirit of the Three Kingdoms
Chapter 38 The Daughter of the Fallen Flower
Chapter 38 The Daughter of the Falling Blossom
"Ah, your soup is poured out!"
The little girl Honglian saw Lin Sanqing's medicine cauldron flipped over and all the soup poured out, she couldn't help screaming.
At this moment, a celadon bowl suddenly floated to the bottom of the medicine cauldron, and all the soup and medicine were firmly placed in the bowl.
Lin Sanqing reached out to take the celadon bowl, put down the medicine cauldron, turned around with a smile, looked at the little girl and said, "My soup is ready, how long will it take for yours?"
"Mine is ready too!"
Not to be outdone, the little girl quickly put down the plantain fan in her hand, wrapped the medicine pot on the charcoal stove with a rag, and poured the soup and medicine inside into the porcelain bowl next to it.
Picking up the medicine bowl, the little girl looked at Lin Sanqing confidently and said: "This is the prescription my sister gave me, and it must be the most effective. Just put your soup and medicine first, it seems that you won't need it. And even if it is used, it may not be useful. You quack doctor, you better not kill people."
Lin Sanqing smiled lightly, already immune to the little girl's mean temper.
"It's just right, my soup needs to be cooled before I can take it, so you should take your elixir first and save your sister," Lin Sanqing said, looking at the little girl.
"Hmph, just wait and see," the little girl carried the soup and walked into the house.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, it's best to let your decoction cool before giving it to your sister, otherwise, not only will it not be able to cure the poison, but it may have the opposite effect." Seeing the little girl walking into the house, Lin San Qing couldn't help reminding him.
"You don't need to say it!" The little girl turned her head and glanced at him, and snorted, "Do you think I'm a fool? If you feed the hot soup to my sister, wouldn't that scald her to death? Of course I will warm it up again." Give it to her."
"I'm talking about letting it cool down," Lin Sanqing emphasized.
"When it's cold, the medicine won't be effective. Do you think I don't understand medicine? I think you're a quack who is worse than me!" Honglian said with a proud face.
Lin Sanqing asked curiously: "You seem to really understand medicine. Could it be that you have studied medicine?"
"I haven't learned it, but I have been brewing medicine since I was very young. My father is not in good health and needs to take medicine all the year round," the little girl's expression became a little sad when she spoke.
Lin Sanqing didn't ask where her father is now, because without asking, she knew that her father should have passed away, otherwise she would not have been picked up by Biyue.
Both of them didn't speak any more, Hong Lian came into Bi Yue's bedroom with the soup and medicine, ready to feed her the medicine.
Lin Sanqing had nothing to do, so he walked into the living room, admiring the calligraphy and paintings on the wall with great interest.
Those calligraphy and paintings are very artistically drawn, and I feel that the painters seem to have insight into the world, transcending the mundane and refined.
Lin Sanqing looked at the signature and found that it was a person named "Yi Changkong".
What is the relationship between Yi Changkong and Biyue?
Why did Bi Yue collect so many of his paintings?
Do you know each other?
Lin Sanqing was full of curiosity and couldn't help looking at those paintings carefully.
At this moment, his eyes fell on a painting called "The Daughter of Luohua".
Then when he looked at it, he suddenly felt a chilling feeling all over his body.
This painting is so spooky!
There was nothing else in the painting, only a woman in red with disheveled hair and an indistinct face.
Since the figure of the woman in red occupies most of the picture, and the proportion is about the same size as a normal person, at first glance, it seems to be in a trance, as if she is facing a window, and there is such a person standing outside the window. The woman in red with disheveled hair was looking at herself coldly through her loose black hair.
After having this idea in his heart, Lin Sanqing seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, frowning and looking at the woman's face carefully.
Looking at it like this, an even more terrifying thing happened.
Although the woman's face was obscured by the loose black hair, but upon closer inspection, it could be vaguely distinguished. Under the loose black hair, the woman had a strange expression on her face, wide open. A pair of eyes, looking at the people outside the painting in a daze.
"hiss--"
In a trance, Lin Sanqing exchanged a glance with the woman in the painting, and was so startled that goosebumps popped up all over his body.
It's so weird!
Lin Sanqing was filled with horror, feeling that the painting was not so simple.
This painting should have been restricted by an expert, turning it into a ghost painting.
The woman in red in this painting is not a girl of fallen flowers, but a female ghost!
After realizing this situation, Lin Sanqing couldn't help being surprised.
It is said that this painting is so terrifying, it is impossible for Biyue not to notice it, but why does she still hang this painting here?
Wouldn't she be afraid when she saw this painting?
Lin Sanqing glanced at the signature of the painting, only to realize that the painting was not painted by Yi Changkong, but by a person named "Mr. Long Xiao".
In addition to the inscription of the name, there is also a small piece of text on the painting.
"In the mountains of Miaojiang, there are spirits who are gods. From spring to autumn, Miao girls do not eat, drink dew and bathe in rain. When the flowers fall, they enter the mountains and die. They may become god's wife, also known as the daughter of falling flowers!"
After reading this passage, Lin Sanqing finally knew what the girl of fallen flowers was.
It turns out that in the world of the Three Kingdoms in the sky, there is a place called Miaojiang, where there are hundreds of thousands of mountains.
The local Miao people believe in mountain gods, and some Miao girls are determined to marry the mountain gods as wives.
From spring onwards, they stopped eating and only drank some dew to maintain their lives.
When the flowers fall in autumn, these girls walk into the mountains and disappear.
The local people think that they should be married by the mountain gods, so they call them "God's Wife", and some people call them "Daughters of Falling Flowers".
This "Mr. Long Xiao" did not know where he heard this legend, and then he expressed his feelings and drew a picture.
After understanding the cause and effect of the incident, Lin Sanqing couldn't help complaining in his heart.
My heart said, how can there be any gods in this world?
It's just a group of resentful souls.
As for the Falling Blossom Girl, although she is a bit silly, she is not so scary. The painting drawn by Mr. Long Xiao has some ulterior motives.
He was obviously implying that the daughter of Luohua was not married to the mountain god, but was seduced by some kind of ghost, and eventually became the ghost's soul slave.
"It's not good, help!"
Just as Lin Sanqing was complaining about the painting, a scream came from Biyue's room.
Lin Sanqing trembled in shock, thinking that the woman in the painting suddenly screamed.
After recovering, he realized that it was the little girl Honglian who was asking for help.
"Damn girl, I was almost scared to death by you!"
While making complaints about Honglian, he hurried into Biyue's room and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Sister is crazy, what should I do? Woohoo—" At this time, Honglian was standing on the bed, pulling the quilt, trying to cover Biyue, but Biyue's pretty face was flushed, her eyes were wide open, and her face was full of tears. With a ferocious look, not only did he push Honglian away with all his strength, but he also desperately tore at the clothes on his body.
"Hot, hot, oh, I can't take it—"
Biyue faltered and screamed, unconscious, scratching her heart and lungs, in extreme pain.
Ask for a collection and a recommendation ticket!
(End of this chapter)
"Ah, your soup is poured out!"
The little girl Honglian saw Lin Sanqing's medicine cauldron flipped over and all the soup poured out, she couldn't help screaming.
At this moment, a celadon bowl suddenly floated to the bottom of the medicine cauldron, and all the soup and medicine were firmly placed in the bowl.
Lin Sanqing reached out to take the celadon bowl, put down the medicine cauldron, turned around with a smile, looked at the little girl and said, "My soup is ready, how long will it take for yours?"
"Mine is ready too!"
Not to be outdone, the little girl quickly put down the plantain fan in her hand, wrapped the medicine pot on the charcoal stove with a rag, and poured the soup and medicine inside into the porcelain bowl next to it.
Picking up the medicine bowl, the little girl looked at Lin Sanqing confidently and said: "This is the prescription my sister gave me, and it must be the most effective. Just put your soup and medicine first, it seems that you won't need it. And even if it is used, it may not be useful. You quack doctor, you better not kill people."
Lin Sanqing smiled lightly, already immune to the little girl's mean temper.
"It's just right, my soup needs to be cooled before I can take it, so you should take your elixir first and save your sister," Lin Sanqing said, looking at the little girl.
"Hmph, just wait and see," the little girl carried the soup and walked into the house.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, it's best to let your decoction cool before giving it to your sister, otherwise, not only will it not be able to cure the poison, but it may have the opposite effect." Seeing the little girl walking into the house, Lin San Qing couldn't help reminding him.
"You don't need to say it!" The little girl turned her head and glanced at him, and snorted, "Do you think I'm a fool? If you feed the hot soup to my sister, wouldn't that scald her to death? Of course I will warm it up again." Give it to her."
"I'm talking about letting it cool down," Lin Sanqing emphasized.
"When it's cold, the medicine won't be effective. Do you think I don't understand medicine? I think you're a quack who is worse than me!" Honglian said with a proud face.
Lin Sanqing asked curiously: "You seem to really understand medicine. Could it be that you have studied medicine?"
"I haven't learned it, but I have been brewing medicine since I was very young. My father is not in good health and needs to take medicine all the year round," the little girl's expression became a little sad when she spoke.
Lin Sanqing didn't ask where her father is now, because without asking, she knew that her father should have passed away, otherwise she would not have been picked up by Biyue.
Both of them didn't speak any more, Hong Lian came into Bi Yue's bedroom with the soup and medicine, ready to feed her the medicine.
Lin Sanqing had nothing to do, so he walked into the living room, admiring the calligraphy and paintings on the wall with great interest.
Those calligraphy and paintings are very artistically drawn, and I feel that the painters seem to have insight into the world, transcending the mundane and refined.
Lin Sanqing looked at the signature and found that it was a person named "Yi Changkong".
What is the relationship between Yi Changkong and Biyue?
Why did Bi Yue collect so many of his paintings?
Do you know each other?
Lin Sanqing was full of curiosity and couldn't help looking at those paintings carefully.
At this moment, his eyes fell on a painting called "The Daughter of Luohua".
Then when he looked at it, he suddenly felt a chilling feeling all over his body.
This painting is so spooky!
There was nothing else in the painting, only a woman in red with disheveled hair and an indistinct face.
Since the figure of the woman in red occupies most of the picture, and the proportion is about the same size as a normal person, at first glance, it seems to be in a trance, as if she is facing a window, and there is such a person standing outside the window. The woman in red with disheveled hair was looking at herself coldly through her loose black hair.
After having this idea in his heart, Lin Sanqing seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, frowning and looking at the woman's face carefully.
Looking at it like this, an even more terrifying thing happened.
Although the woman's face was obscured by the loose black hair, but upon closer inspection, it could be vaguely distinguished. Under the loose black hair, the woman had a strange expression on her face, wide open. A pair of eyes, looking at the people outside the painting in a daze.
"hiss--"
In a trance, Lin Sanqing exchanged a glance with the woman in the painting, and was so startled that goosebumps popped up all over his body.
It's so weird!
Lin Sanqing was filled with horror, feeling that the painting was not so simple.
This painting should have been restricted by an expert, turning it into a ghost painting.
The woman in red in this painting is not a girl of fallen flowers, but a female ghost!
After realizing this situation, Lin Sanqing couldn't help being surprised.
It is said that this painting is so terrifying, it is impossible for Biyue not to notice it, but why does she still hang this painting here?
Wouldn't she be afraid when she saw this painting?
Lin Sanqing glanced at the signature of the painting, only to realize that the painting was not painted by Yi Changkong, but by a person named "Mr. Long Xiao".
In addition to the inscription of the name, there is also a small piece of text on the painting.
"In the mountains of Miaojiang, there are spirits who are gods. From spring to autumn, Miao girls do not eat, drink dew and bathe in rain. When the flowers fall, they enter the mountains and die. They may become god's wife, also known as the daughter of falling flowers!"
After reading this passage, Lin Sanqing finally knew what the girl of fallen flowers was.
It turns out that in the world of the Three Kingdoms in the sky, there is a place called Miaojiang, where there are hundreds of thousands of mountains.
The local Miao people believe in mountain gods, and some Miao girls are determined to marry the mountain gods as wives.
From spring onwards, they stopped eating and only drank some dew to maintain their lives.
When the flowers fall in autumn, these girls walk into the mountains and disappear.
The local people think that they should be married by the mountain gods, so they call them "God's Wife", and some people call them "Daughters of Falling Flowers".
This "Mr. Long Xiao" did not know where he heard this legend, and then he expressed his feelings and drew a picture.
After understanding the cause and effect of the incident, Lin Sanqing couldn't help complaining in his heart.
My heart said, how can there be any gods in this world?
It's just a group of resentful souls.
As for the Falling Blossom Girl, although she is a bit silly, she is not so scary. The painting drawn by Mr. Long Xiao has some ulterior motives.
He was obviously implying that the daughter of Luohua was not married to the mountain god, but was seduced by some kind of ghost, and eventually became the ghost's soul slave.
"It's not good, help!"
Just as Lin Sanqing was complaining about the painting, a scream came from Biyue's room.
Lin Sanqing trembled in shock, thinking that the woman in the painting suddenly screamed.
After recovering, he realized that it was the little girl Honglian who was asking for help.
"Damn girl, I was almost scared to death by you!"
While making complaints about Honglian, he hurried into Biyue's room and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Sister is crazy, what should I do? Woohoo—" At this time, Honglian was standing on the bed, pulling the quilt, trying to cover Biyue, but Biyue's pretty face was flushed, her eyes were wide open, and her face was full of tears. With a ferocious look, not only did he push Honglian away with all his strength, but he also desperately tore at the clothes on his body.
"Hot, hot, oh, I can't take it—"
Biyue faltered and screamed, unconscious, scratching her heart and lungs, in extreme pain.
Ask for a collection and a recommendation ticket!
(End of this chapter)
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