Chapter 84 The Origin and Meaning of Names
After receiving confirmation from Uncle Guo that the poison could be cured, Mu Jianjian finally felt at ease. Looking at his hesitant expression, she seemed to guess what he wanted to ask and said frankly, "Senior Sister Sang is fine. She was just delayed by some things in the secret realm."
Uncle Guo nodded and took the glass to detoxify.
His most favored disciple had gone to the secret realm, but all the other disciples in the sect had returned, and they still hadn't seen that girl. It would be a lie to say he wasn't worried. Now that he had received Jianjian's affirmative answer, he didn't need to think about it anymore.
"Uncle Guo, may I ask where Senior Sister Sang's mother lives?" Mu Jianjian, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the figure who was hurrying off to refine pills and prepare medicine.
"The Westernmost Branch of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall."
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In the original book, Sang Wanyue's mother was always portrayed as a gentle and kind woman. When Mu Jianjian saw her in person, she realized that the description in the book was indeed very accurate.
Mother Sang held her black hair up with a wooden hairpin. Her face had fine wrinkles, but she didn't look old at all. She wore a dark blue robe that dragged on the ground and had no decorations on her body, yet she gave people a fresh and elegant air.
Time cannot diminish beauty.
A dark blue figure tended to flowers and plants in a small but exquisite and clean farmyard, watering and pruning the branches and leaves, creating a warm and beautiful scene.
"Greetings, Miss."
Just as Mu Jianjian was standing outside the courtyard gate in a daze, Sang's mother had already turned around with the wooden pot and gently bowed to greet her.
Mu Jianjian was startled by the other party's actions and quickly went into the courtyard to take Sang's mother's arm and wave her hand, saying, "Auntie, you don't need to be so polite."
Before the news that she hadn't been burned to death in the fire had even spread throughout the church, Mother Sang had already recognized her.
“When I was seriously ill, Yue’er brought me a kind of herb and saved me. She said that the herb was given to her by you. Later, she wanted to visit you to express her gratitude, but she heard that you had already gone into your cave to recuperate and were no longer receiving guests.”
Mother Sang handed a cup of tea to Mu Jianjian, who was sitting at the stone table. Her gaze was kind and grateful as she watched the girl drink the tea.
"But according to you, we still haven't met him," Mu Jianjian asked curiously, the light fragrance of tea just like the scent on her mother.
How did Mother Sang recognize her at a glance?
“When I was bedridden, I often saw you lingering outside the door, but you never came in.”
Mother Sang's words brought back Mu Jianjian's memories. At that time, she was not familiar with Yueyue, so she did not want to show too much concern for Mother Sang's illness, but she was also afraid that something might go wrong, so she kept a close eye on her.
Unexpectedly, the other party saw it.
Mu Jianjian awkwardly touched her nose.
"Auntie, I came to visit you at Yueyue's request, and I brought some medicine that is good for your health." She steered the conversation back to the purpose of her visit today, while taking out a small white porcelain bottle from her spatial bag that she had just "asked" from Uncle Guo.
Sang Wanyue cared deeply for her mother, and because her mother was a mortal who did not cultivate, she would often bring her longevity pills to prolong her mother's life.
Although Yueyue didn't explicitly tell Mu Jianjian, she still realized that Yueyue had been to the secret realm for several months and would be staying in the spirit world for several more months to receive her inheritance. As Yueyue's good friend, it was only natural for her to take care of and visit Sang's mother.
Seeing that Sang's mother was about to politely refuse, Mu Jianjian did not give her a chance to refuse, "This is what Yueyue asked me to bring to you. I hope that you can take good care of yourself while she is away from the church, so that she can feel at ease."
Hearing what the girl in white said, Madam Sang had no choice but to accept the pills that Mu Jianjian had taken out, saying, "Thank you, Miss."
"Auntie, please don't call me Miss anymore, just call me Jianjian."
"Jianjian is such a lovely name, meaning she is the apple of her elders' eye..."
Listening to her mother's rambling voice, Mu Jianjian nodded and smiled, and then her memory flashed briefly.
The original owner did indeed have this meaning when she chose this name. Before Sang Wanyue was reborn, her life was almost smooth and successful. After curing her hidden illness, she resumed her cultivation, defeated the villainous Demon Lord, and became a Holy Maiden. As a Holy Maiden, she got together with the Holy Son Ye Wuluo.
She is not only the most beloved daughter in Mu Yutian's heart, but also the darling of everyone on the mainland.
But Mu Jianjian is different.
As soon as she became conscious, she was taken to an orphanage by an aunt. On a stormy night, the umbrella the aunt was holding did not keep her safe. With the sound of rushing water, she looked even thinner after getting soaked in her thin clothes.
"What's her name?" A plump woman wearing a coat and holding an umbrella hurriedly came out of the building and took the girl's hand.
"His surname is Mu, and that's all I know." After saying that, the aunt left, and the fat woman led her into the registration desk in the building.
"So thin, with such a pointed chin, let's call her Mu Jianjian."
And so, Mu Jianjian's name was chosen on this dark, stormy night. After that, she was accompanied by the teasing and mockery of being nicknamed "Sharp Monkey" in elementary and middle school.
She once thought that if she hadn't been an orphan, her name could have been given a different meaning. However, after transmigrating into the book and meeting many people, she discovered that they had already given her name other meanings.
This has nothing to do with blood relations.
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After leaving Sang's mother's place, Mu Jianjian went to visit the maid.
The once composed woman, upon seeing her sobbing uncontrollably, repeatedly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, Miss."
"I should be the one apologizing to you for causing you such an undeserved disaster." Mu Jianjian felt extremely guilty looking at the woman's injuries. After the woman calmed down, she asked her what she needed.
"I want to cultivate, and I want to stay by Miss's side forever."
Shan Xia was sold by her parents and eventually came to Xuan Shuang Sect as a maid. Since she could remember, she had followed the eldest daughter of Xuan Shuang Sect, and no one had ever cared about a servant with such low cultivation as her.
Until one day, the young lady's personality changed, and her gentle and bright smile overlapped with the back of the person blocking her way today.
It felt good to be cared for, and she wanted it to continue like this forever.
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After arranging for the maid Shan Xia to cultivate, and before Uncle Guo had finished refining the sacred lake water into an antidote, Mu Jianjian enjoyed a rare period of leisure.
She naturally hadn't forgotten the little notebook with the flags she'd written down while in the secret realm. After borrowing a herbal medicine book from Uncle Guo, she began to learn how to identify herbs little by little.
"Artemisia, artemisia," Mu Jianjian said, holding a book in her left hand and trying to find it among the dazzling array of herbs with her right. "I found it!"
A moment later, she pulled out a purple, petal-shaped plant and compared it with the image in the book, until a familiar boy's voice came from behind her.
"Sister, the mugwort is the last one in the third row from the right."
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