Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

Can foxes pick flowers?

Lin Luoran doesn’t know other foxes, but she can say that the one she raises is the same as people except that it can’t speak. Technically, it is more fastidious than people.

It needs to wash its hands before eating, to use tableware when eating, and to wash its face and feet before going to bed. Lin Luoran doesn’t know whether it is trained by White Fox or spoiled after coming to Lin’s family. One morning, Lin Luoran gets up and finds cyan little fox rolls a large leaf up to collect dew among the flowers—she thinks at first it will use it to do something big, but she takes a closer look and unexpectedly finds that it uses the dew for washing face. However, it takes two hours to collect just that little dew!

The profound shock she felt at that time still exists at present. As a woman, she has always cleaned her face in a hurry. To collect dew? No way. The Water spell is actually quite convenient, but Lin Luoran’s attitude toward life has formed for many years. She has never thought to be so elegant.

“You wouldn’t know this fox, would you?” Lin Luoran asks tentatively.

Little Hong Bin is confused by Lin Luoran. How can she talk to a fox? Can the fox understand?

Vivid eyes of cyan little fox destroy Hong Bin’s understanding of foxes.

This woman is so stupid! The other foxes in the world aren’t so special as it is even though they look generally the same. It does know the flowers … Can anyone still draw a flower like it now?

For many years, it is sure that thisit isn’t its memory.

On the hillsides, everywhere is cyan with no impure color. Only in June each year, colorful flower buds bloom overnight. The flowers bloom only for a day, and they will fade when the sun goes down. Those mortals have never seen such a heterogeneous species, so the rumor goes wilder and wilder, saying that anyone who picks a flower can make a wish. That is so ridiculous!

There is no such treasure in the world which can help people realize their wishes, but some people are too stupid to believe it. Every year, people come in a continuous stream to steal flowers. Cyan little fox cyan gets annoyed, so it kicks the people living in this region out…

There was a hint of clarity in Xiao Qinghu’s eyes. No one has ever seen these flowers except those stupid mortals at that time.

It is strange. Does sand get in its eyes? Cyan little fox wipes its eyes with paws, and the water spray comes out automatically, and it can’t stop.

It still tries hard to rub its tears, but in the eyes of the three people, things are different. They think that cyan little fox is crying, holding the jar.

Hong Bin is sent to take the remaining jars back. Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian look at cyan little fox again. Although it often robs people, everyone knows its temperament so nobody in the Lin family dislikes it. Why “outrageous” cyan little fox cries for the first time?

Lin Luoran remembers that Professor Qi has inadvertently said that in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the king of the fox tribe is cyan in the Country of Green Mountains. Is it homesick for seeing this?

Not long ago, she personally traveled through time and space. This world is not as simple as it is shown. From Lin Luoran’s point of view, many myths are based on the Classic of Mountains and Seasclassics of mountains and seas and must be justified-perhaps this is a copy of travel note similar to Chronicle of the Nine Provinces? But the latter is written by a cBearing Essence Cultivator in the level of Bearing Essence, and the former happens to record that lost history.

If there is the Country of Green Mountains, then where is it?

There is a touch of compassion in Luo Lin’s eyes. Cyan little fox is so small and it has been living with White Fox in the underground world. Can it still find its way home?

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Tao’s Village has been making pottery for generations. During the national defense, they moved to the mountains to avoid disasters. There is also clay here. Of course, the craftsmanship of pottery is not lost. There is little income in the mountains, so they rely on these ceramics to fix the money for commodities and tuition of children going out.

Everyone in the village knows that Old Mr. Hong is kind-hearted and his pottery craftsmanship is the best in the village. As a single old man, he spends little money, so most of his money earned from pottery is usually given to children in the village who are studying outside the village or in financial difficulties. For that, Old Mr. Hong’s status in the village is quite high for his kindness. Not to mention that he is mature and sophisticated. There is incomparable wisdom in him. Many people will ask him to make decisions when they encounter troubles. Therefore, Old Mr. Hong enjoys high prestige in the village.

But Old Mr. Hong himself also encounters troubles these two days. Some Nihonese live in his house.

Sakurako also likes pottery, and she always looks at Old Mr. Hon with admiration. That makes Old Mr. Hon afraid.

He will not doubt his competence, but what worries him is that these Nihonese may have other plans.

Old Mr. Hong is not muddled despite his old age. The pottery craftsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation. It is also because of their ancestors that Tao’s Villagers value it so much. Today the outside world is changing every day. Aren’t those fine porcelains with low cost and large output much more appealing?

If they are not attracted by their ancestral pottery craftsmanship, then what can make these Nihoneses stay here for so many days? Old Mr. Hong is pulling the chicken’s hair while pretending to be deaf.

Interpreter Sun beside Old Mr. Hong is so angry that he says a lot. The old man has very bad ears. It is hard for him to hear one sentence clearly out of ten.

“Mr. Hong, why not consider it? This village is athas a unique geographical position. There are countless treasures in this mountain. Bamboo shoots and bamboo fungus are rare and delicious. Those wild vegetables are also full of flavor. The people of Yamato people like them. If you export them to Nihon with ceramics, they must sell well. What’s more, Sakurako also knows a lot of Nihon businessmen, and can help you in return for your hospitality these days … ”

The scorching sun in summer is blocked by a bush of bamboo in the garden, and Sakurako Asada is standing in the shadow, speaking softly and earnestly. Nihonese sSpeaking from her mouth seems to be not so annoying. Old Mr. Hong is very skilled that the chicken is stripped off quickly.

When Interpreter Sun interprets Asada Sakurako’s words, and Old Mr. Hong raises his thin eyebrows. To sell delicacies? Their village is deep in the mountains. If you want to make money by exporting delicacies, then you should build a road. However, even selling delicacies for ten years still can’t meet its expenses. The Nihonese woman must be kidding!

Old Mr. Hong smiles and shows all his few teeth: “Indeed I am so hospitable, that all my chickens have been killed. This one is borrowed from others … Miss Sakurako, thank you for liking my dishes these days. As for clay pots in the garden, you can pick as many as you want. ”

Hospitality? Interpreter Sun believes Miss Sakurako is too kind to this old man. Since coming to Tao’s Village, they have eaten chicken every day. It is a good meal in the mountains, especially on the first day. The stewed mushrooms chicken from the mountain is served with overflowing fragrance. It is so delicious that Interpreter Sun almost swallows his tongue.

However, because the chicken is cooked in the same way the next day, Interpreter Sun feels that the chicken soup is a bit greasy.

They eat chicken every day. It is already a very hot day, so a row of red pimple appears on the Interpreter Sun’s forehead and his tip of the tongue is blistered. He cannot fall asleep at night. When he closes his eyes, it’s all Miss Sakurako’s smiling face.

Sakurako Asada hears Old Mr. Hong finally talking about clay pots, so she says with false innocence: “Mr. Hong’s clay pots are excellent, especially this one.”

She goes back to the room and takes out the clay pot with dried mushrooms. The whole pot is simple and elegant. On the pot, a fox stands on the hillside with its back figure. The flowers are lush and the fluff on the fox’s ears is clear and vivid.

It is purely handmade, and indeed a very fine ceramics, with the theme of a fox. This is also the exclusive craftsman of Old Mr. Hong, so he is also somewhat contented.

However, Miss Sakurako points at an “ordinary” flower and asks, “What is this flower?”

This pot is stained with colored earthenware. The flower is simple in style and looks extremely ordinary, but Old Mr. Hong is very careful when dyeing. This mountain flower is delicate and exquisite. Each flower has seven petals and each petal has different colors, dazzling together like a rainbow. The flowers have grabbed a lot of limelight from the fox as the protagonist.

Interpreter Sun doesn’t care about it. Old Mr. Hong’s hands stop for a while, he grins and says in embarrassment: “I am so old that I even can’t hold the chicken stable.”

Hearing he is changing topics, Sakurako Asada holds the jar and steps forward: “Mr. Hong, I have lived in Shandong Province when I was a child, and I also hear a legend about the Country of Green Mountains. I wonder if you have heard of it?”

Interpreter Sun is going to interpret, but he hesitates suddenly. Miss Sakurako is speaking in the language of Huaxia!

Old Mr. Hong’s hands tremble slightly, and his old eyes are cloudy. He says “Miss Sakurako, am I too old to mishear? Why do you start to speak the language of Huaxia?”

Sakurako Asada smiles slightly and looks gentle and affable under the shadow of bamboo.

“Mr. Hong, I can still speak the language of Shandong. Tao’s Village has moved from Shandong for many years. You haven’t heard the hometown dialect for a long time. Do you miss it?”

Old Mr. Hong’s cloudy old eyes look even more confused, but in fact, he is shocked. Tao’s Village has migrated twice, the first time in the late Ming Dynasty, from Shandong to Shuzhong, and the second time is moving to the hidden mountains.

Is this the purpose of these Nihonese coming here?

Old Mr. Hong, who has been a private school for a few years, first thinks of the words “When the map is unrolled, the dagger is revealed”.