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Before jumping in, Fu Yuan had already predicted the depth of the lake, and she was confident that she could bring Ji Tang up.

As her body dived deeper and deeper into the lake, she soon saw the man floating in the water with his eyes closed. He had lost consciousness and the situation looked bad.

Fu Yuan cursed inwardly, "What a trouble!", then used her hands and feet to swim to his side faster. Just as she grabbed the man's wrist and was about to swim upwards, she heard a vicious laugh.

"I knew you would come to save me."

Her hand was held back by a big hand, which was then clenched tightly in the palm.

Fu Yuan turned her head suddenly, and before she could raise her leg to kick him, she was pulled into the man's arms.

The struggle was in vain, and this time it seemed that she was the one drowning.

Her body suddenly became heavy and her consciousness gradually began to fade. Fu Yuan fell limply on Ji Tang and continued to fall with him into the abyss.

… …

In the 30th year of the Northern Ying Dynasty, during the Lantern Festival, the streets were filled with people bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new.

Yaoyue Pavilion is as lively as ever.

In the lobby downstairs, an old gentleman with white hair and a youthful face was telling a story. A circle of people were sitting around him. Some people who came late couldn't even get a seat and could only stand in the corner and listen.

The old man in the hall, everyone calls him Mr. Qi, is now over a hundred years old.

When he was young, he traveled to many countries and visited all kinds of exotic places. Therefore, he was extremely knowledgeable and familiar with many strange stories.

The owner of Yaoyue Pavilion once spent a lot of money to invite him to tell stories here but was rejected. However, the owner was sincere and visited him three times. Mr. Qi finally agreed to come here and tell stories for two hours on the 15th of every month. Therefore, Yaoyue Pavilion is always crowded at this time.

As it was a festive occasion, Mr. Qi made an exception and gave one more speech. When the people heard the news, they naturally came here early to take seats and wait.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall became more and more heated. Someone shouted excitedly: "Sir, is there really such a strange plant in this world? Eating it can make you immortal and even cultivate to become an immortal?"

This kind of thing can just be treated as a strange story and laughed off.

But Mr. Qi is not an ordinary person. He is highly respected. He has been to many places and has seen too many bizarre and incredible things. When he tells the story, it is much more credible.

There were many people who were curious about this. Mr. Qi stroked his long beard and said in a deep and powerful voice, not showing any signs of old age: "It is indeed true."

“That was about thirty years ago, and I read about this plant in a book.

The mist is not a flower, it has nine petals, one petal represents a hundred years, when all nine petals are fully opened, one can cultivate into a human form. The stems and leaves of this flower are extremely poisonous, but the petals can detoxify all poisons, strengthen the body, and revive the dead.

There was once a wandering Taoist priest whose life was hanging by a thread. He took the Mist Flower and from then on, his cultivation path was smooth and he finally achieved immortality. "

After these words were spoken, the crowd's cheers suddenly became louder, and everyone was eager to set off to look for him right away.

Mr. Qi went on to say, "I was also skeptical at the time, so I went to the place mentioned in the book with a try-it attitude. Later, I saw a few flowers in a crevice in a mountain stream. I accidentally broke my right leg a few years ago, so I took the petals, crushed them and applied them to the affected area, and it actually healed."

Decades ago, Mr. Qi was still a lame man.

Because he loved traveling so much and went everywhere, he broke his leg in an accident. He did not receive timely treatment and developed a chronic illness. He saw many doctors but none of them could cure him. Then one day, his leg suddenly became no longer lame.

Not only that, although he was nearly 70 years old, his spirit and energy were better than many young and middle-aged people, and he lived to the age of 100 without any illness or disaster.

This shows that the story of Wu Feihua is not a rumor.

Many people present knew about this and sighed immediately.

"Then where can we find this misty flower?"

"If we can find it, won't we never have to experience birth, aging, sickness and death in the future?"

"I'm afraid it's hard to find a treasure like this."

… …

Everyone was discussing the matter at once, but Mr. Qi just smiled in an unfathomable manner.

"This happened many years ago. I only came across it by chance. By the time you found out about it, the Mist Flowers would have been picked by others. I'm afraid there's not even a root left."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt regretful again and lamented that they were born too late.

"Let's talk about the next story. It is said that a long time ago, when chaos first began, demons were rampant and lives were destroyed everywhere. At this time, a god suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. It is said that he was born with the protection of Buddha's light and had a powerful power of purification. In an instant, he wiped out all the demons..."

… …

Downstairs, the conversation was getting interesting and there was constant applause and cheers, making the place very lively.

In a private room on the second floor, the window was half open. A person was sitting at a low table against the wall with his eyes slightly closed as if he was taking a nap.

"Your Highness, do you think there really is such a thing as fog that is not a flower in this world?" Lan Shu was most interested in these strange stories, and he lay on the windowsill and listened with particular attentiveness.

After getting no response, Lan Shu asked Sui Yu, who was standing at the door holding a sword, "Hey, do you think what the old man said is true or false?"

As expected, this taciturn guy was not interested in these things and naturally ignored him.

Lan Shu felt so bored and was about to say something when he heard Sui Yu suddenly say, "Whether it's true or not, just catch the person and ask him and you'll know."

"Ah?" Lan Shu was stunned.

Isn't it a bad idea to arrest people in broad daylight?

They are not the Third Prince's gang of tyrannical and unreasonable rude people. If you can speak up for something, try not to take action.

Just as he finished thinking this, he heard the man by the window say in a light tone: "Deal with it cleanly. I don't want to hear any more stories about Wu Feihua in the future."

"Yes." Sui Yu nodded in a low voice, then left the private room silently.

The storytelling downstairs had already dispersed, and Mr. Qi had just left Yaoyue Pavilion less than a cup of tea ago.

Lan Shu thought he was a smart guy who could read people's expressions, but this time he really didn't understand what the man meant.

"Your Highness, what are you..."

Beitang Xian looked over, his lips curled up in an arc, as if smiling: "Do you believe it?"

He was asking Lan Shu back his previous question.

"I don't believe it, but——"

"If you don't believe it, it means it's a rumor." Beitang Xian raised his wrist slightly, raised the teacup and extinguished the incense burner on the table. His tone did not reveal his emotion.

"Such alarmist and misleading remarks suddenly appeared in Beiying. If the person who spread them did it on purpose, it would be these ignorant people who would suffer. Who knows what the other party's intentions are?"

Lan Shu had understood what he meant. His eyes darkened slightly, and his usual carefree smile reappeared on his face: "Your Highness is right. Living a hundred years is already a great fortune. It is time for me to die of old age."