Chapter 130: The Phantom in the Painting Returns to Linglong
Xiaobai suddenly came back to his senses and found that there was no sound behind him. He hurriedly turned around and saw Lingxiang looking at the scroll with tears in her eyes!
Now he was panicked and didn't know what was wrong with Lingxiang. He thought about how he was attracted by the woman in the painting just now and thought that the painting was some kind of magical treasure that had bewitched Lingxiang.
He was about to step forward, but Lingxiang raised her sleeve to wipe the tears from her face and said frankly that she had lost her composure.
Xiaobai didn't know what to do for a moment. In his opinion, Lingxiang was the kind of woman who was always smiling and quirky. He had never thought that something like this would happen to Lingxiang today.
He didn't know whether he was sad or happy, sad that Lingxiang was sad, or happy that he could see Lingxiang like this. He didn't know what to do.
He naturally wanted to go up and hug her. If Lingxiang was crying like this, she must be heartbroken. But when he thought of what Ah Jin had said in Langhuan Pavilion, he forced himself to hold back and just clenched his fists tightly.
"The woman in the painting..." Xiaobai was afraid that Lingxiang would see through his restraint, and was also afraid that he would lose control and hug her, so he asked hurriedly.
Lingxiang walked past Xiaobai and looked up at the painting. After a long moment, she spoke, "This woman's name is Tumi..."
Tumi! Could it be...
Xiaobai was shocked when he heard this. Lingxiang seemed to know the expression on his face, so she continued talking without turning her head.
"That's right, it's Fairy Tu Mi, Senior Brother Chi Yanzi's master..."
"my mother……"
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"Xiang'er, tell your mother what you want to do when you grow up?" Fairy Tu Mi asked while combing little Lingxiang's hair.
Lingxiang was only two years old at that time, with a fruit in her mouth. When she heard her mother ask this, she stared at the bronze mirror and thought for a moment.
"I want to be a fairy!"
Fairy Tu Mi was stunned when she heard this, and then she burst into laughter.
"Xiang'er wants to be a fairy. Why do you want to be a fairy?"
When Lingxiang saw her mother smile, she thought her mother was really beautiful. She looked at her mother in the mirror and said in a baby voice, "The fairy is beautiful, just like mother. She can also make rain and set fire."
Lingxiang didn't know at that time that although her mother was so powerful in her eyes, the fire she set was actually caused by a fire because she didn't know how to light the stove.
In the eyes of Fairy Tu Mi, lighting the stove was the same as lighting the alchemy furnace. With just a hand gesture, the whole kitchen was on fire.
But Lingxiang outside the house was watching with great interest and clapped her hands in approval.
Upon hearing this, Fairy Tu Mi's face froze. "Xiang'er, if you want to be a fairy, then be a fairy. But don't try to imitate your mother's way of making rain and fire. You don't have even a trace of a woman's modesty."
At this time, there was a burst of laughter outside the house, and a man walked in from time to time. However, Fairy Tu Mi was combing Lingxiang's hair, so she couldn't see the man's appearance. She just felt that he spoke very nicely.
"Xiang'er, if you want to make rain or fire, then go ahead and do it. Daddy will take care of everything. Even if Xiang'er does something wrong, Daddy can help you settle it!"
Upon hearing this, Fairy Tu Mi turned around and glared at the man, saying that he would spoil the child like this.
The man hurried forward and hugged his wife and daughter: "If I don't spoil my daughter, who else can spoil her?"
Only then did Lingxiang see the person's appearance clearly in the mirror. He really looked like a banished immortal, very handsome.
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Lingxiang was lost in thought when she suddenly saw what her mother was holding in the painting. Her sadness instantly vanished—that incense burner-like object, wasn't it...
Exquisite treasure furnace!
This scroll was painted by the former headmaster. It was originally hung in Xianyunju, but later disappeared for some reason. Lingxiang cried for a long time because of this, but she searched the entire Xianyunju but couldn't find it. But now she saw it in Senior Brother Fuyin's study. Could it be that he took it away?
But in my impression, what my mother was holding should be a lotus pod, so how did it turn into an exquisite treasure furnace?
Lingxiang was confused and reached out to the painting, but the moment she touched it, she was sucked in.
Xiaobai was horrified when he saw this, and reached out to grab Lingxiang, but he didn't even have time to touch the corner of her clothes. However, when he reached for the scroll again, he could only touch the real painting.
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The world was spinning around and Lingxiang felt dizzy. Just when she thought she was going to vomit, she suddenly fell on a lotus leaf.
The lotus leaf was as big as an overturned boat, and its fragrance was overwhelming. Since it was floating on the water, Lingxiang didn't feel any pain from the fall. She stood up and looked around, but there was only a thick fog everywhere, and she couldn't see clearly.
Just as I was wondering about my situation, I heard a call from afar.
"Lingxiang... Lingxiang... I'm here..."
"Lingxiang... I'm here... Come here quickly..."
The sound seemed to be coming from the front, but he was surrounded by water, with only a lotus leaf beneath him. Moreover, he did not have the ability to transform like Senior Brother Zhao Ming, so how could he move forward?
"Lingxiang... I'm here... Come here quickly..."
The voice kept calling, seemingly very urgent, but how could he get there?
Does he want her to swim over?
When I was at a loss as to what to do, I suddenly remembered what happened many years ago when I entered the map of mountains and rivers alone - could this scene be similar to the map of mountains and rivers?
Thinking of this, she tried to concentrate and move forward. Sure enough, she heard the sound of swimming in her ears, and the lotus leaves under her were floating forward slowly like a boat.
"Lingxiang... come quickly... I'm here..."
The sound was getting closer, and the mist around me seemed to be getting thinner, and I could gradually see clearly all around.
There was originally a vast surface of water, but gradually other lotus leaves appeared, and from time to time there were lotus flowers in it, some in bud, some in bloom, red, yellow, and white, and the unique fragrance of water lotus wafted in the air.
Lingxiang kept looking around, but all she heard were calls, and all that was left was a sea of lotuses that she couldn't see clearly...
Just as she was thinking that this sound might be a trap in the illusion, the lotus leaves fluttering beneath her suddenly stopped in front of a lotus clump. As soon as it stopped, she saw the lotus clumps in front of her retreat to both sides, and in front of Lingxiang, a path formed by lotus leaves appeared.
Are you going to walk there by yourself?
She stepped on it hesitantly, only to feel the ground beneath her feet was soft. The lotus leaves beneath her feet were slightly dented by her steps, but they still floated steadily on the water.
Lingxiang walked forward tentatively, step by step, fearing that she would accidentally encounter a trap - she could not swim, and although this was an illusion in a painting, the water in the illusion could also drown people.
After walking for a long time, I saw lotus flowers at the end of the lotus leaves. The lotus flowers were as big as the lotus seat of the Buddha in the temple.
"Lingxiang... Lingxiang... I'm here..."
The voice kept calling out, as if urging her to hurry up. Lingxiang did not hesitate and stepped onto the lotus seat.
As soon as she stood still, she saw the lotus seat floating, just like the lotus leaf before, but much faster. Lingxiang almost fell into the water.
No wonder most of the Buddha statues in temples are sitting. If you really stand on them, you might fall down while flying in the air...
Lingxiang was complaining in her heart, but she saw a woman standing on a lotus seat not far away with an umbrella. Looking closely, she saw that she was holding the exquisite treasure furnace in her hand!
"You are finally here," the woman spoke slowly, her voice gentle and pleasant, just like the mother in her dream. She looked exactly like the mother in her memory.
An ordinary person would be stunned with shock, but Lingxiang was unusually calm.
"Who are you..."
The fairy-like woman smiled, and that smile was as gentle as the mother in her memory.
"I am the Painting Spirit. You may not recognize me, but I think you must recognize the object in my hand," the woman said, handing over the exquisite treasure furnace. "It is this that has been calling you."
Lingxiang was extremely surprised. She reached out to take Linglong. As soon as she touched it, she was immediately certain...
This is indeed her exquisiteness!
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