In the living room, Zhou Yuanyuan watched Wen Ziqing make tea for her. Surprisingly, Wen Ziqing, possessing the memories of Taoist Baopu, had mastered the technique without a teacher. With a series of smooth, flowing gestures, he placed before Zhou Yuanyuan a cup of refreshing, pale yellow tea.
Seeing Wen Ziqing looking at her with a smile, Zhou Yuanyuan didn't hesitate and picked up the teacup and gulped down the small cup of tea.
Yes, it has a lingering fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, and most importantly, there is a faint spiritual energy in the tea.
What a good thing! Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, and she looked at Wen Ziqing with a bit of eagerness.
"This is Yunwu Tea, a treasured possession of Taoist Baopu." Wen Ziqing didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with Zhou Yuanyuan's guzzling. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and in Wen Ziqing's eyes, Zhou Yuanyuan's every move was just right.
"Hmm, it smells quite nice. Brother Ziqing, why aren't you being picky with me? Isn't tea meant to be savored slowly?" Zhou Yuanyuan glanced at Wen Ziqing, her eyes filled with mischievous laughter. That's right, Zhou Yuanyuan did it on purpose. Seeing Wen Ziqing's elegant tea-making technique, Zhou Yuanyuan felt she couldn't match his elegance, so she decided to be a bit rough and scare him.
"Tea is meant to quench thirst. As long as it quenches your thirst, how you drink it doesn't matter." Wen Ziqing lovingly rubbed Zhou Yuanyuan's hair and said meaningfully.
The saying "see the essence through the phenomenon" no longer applies to him and Zhou Yuanyuan. They are childhood sweethearts, and they already know each other's every look and gesture. Doesn't he know that Yuanyuan is sometimes deliberately naughty?
"Alas! I can't fool you even if I want to." Zhou Yuanyuan deliberately wrinkled her nose and sighed exaggeratedly.
"Little naughty girl." Wen Ziqing couldn't help but touch Zhou Yuanyuan's chubby nose and muttered.
The two of them were flirting with each other during their rare free time when the tactless Chaos Pearl came out to disrupt the situation.
"Master, master, Lao Shu said he has something important to discuss with you." Before the voice of Chaos Pearl appeared, a crackling sound appeared in Zhou Yuanyuan's ears.
"Old tree?" Zhou Yuanyuan was startled and stood up. Somehow, after the Chaos Pearl said the word "old tree", Zhou Yuanyuan felt a strange feeling in her heart, just like the premonition Xiaoyu had mentioned before.
Zhou Yuanyuan anticipated that Lao Shu must have something very important to talk to her about, so important that she could not ignore it.
"Brother Ziqing, I'll go take a look." Zhou Yuanyuan hurriedly said and walked into the trial space of the Chaos Pearl.
Chaos Pearl is a flatterer. The place he chose for Zhou Yuanyuan to stay this time was right under the old tree.
"Little tree, you're here?" When the old tree saw Zhou Yuanyuan, the leaves on its head shook happily, making a rustling sound.
"Grandpa Old Tree, are you okay?" Zhou Yuanyuan only needed one glance at the old tree to know it wasn't going to last. This old osmanthus tree had survived in the Chaos Pearl's trial space for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. Given that the Chaos Pearl occasionally sped up time, Zhou Yuanyuan estimated the tree to be at least a hundred thousand years old.
But don't plants usually have a long lifespan? The spiritual energy in the Chaos Pearl's trial space is much more abundant now than in previous years, so why are old trees still dying?
"Little Tree, I'm glad to see you one last time." A smile spread across the old tree's wrinkled face. The thousand-plus years with Zhou Yuanyuan by his side had been the happiest time of his life. Thanks to Zhou Yuanyuan's "plant cultivation technique," the entire Guishu clan no longer needed to kill to survive. This was precisely what made the old tree happiest.
"Grandpa Old Tree, how could you possibly die? How can I help you?" Zhou Yuanyuan truly couldn't bear to see the old tree die. In her heart, the old tree was more than just a tree demon; it was like an elder. When Zhou Yuanyuan first arrived in the Chaos Orb's trial world, she nearly died of starvation and thirst. It was the old tree demon who offered her a helping hand, teaching her how to hunt. Although Zhou Yuanyuan didn't use the old tree demon's hunting methods, she couldn't deny his kindness.
"Little Tree, there's nothing I can do to help you with this. God made me wither to give me a new mission. If I have the chance, I will become even stronger." The old tree looked at Zhou Yuanyuan lovingly and said, "Little Tree, I know that you will be the most powerful person in our clan in the future. After I die, my soul will condense into a seed. You can take my seed; you might be able to use it in the future."
"Old Tree, I..." Zhou Yuanyuan's tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to tell the old tree that she was not a real osmanthus tree, but a human being. However, seeing the old tree laughing at life and death, she felt that she could not say such words, and she felt very uncomfortable.
"Little tree, I want to ask you something. You have to answer me honestly because I'm about to die." The old tree grinned and made a rare joke.
"Lao Shu, please speak!" Zhou Yuanyuan sniffed and tried to raise her head to prevent the tears in her eyes from flowing out.
"The young man just now, the one whose waist you hugged, is he your husband?" Lao Shu asked seriously.
"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, I will marry him in the future." Zhou Yuanyuan spoke her heart out in front of Lao Shu. Wen Ziqing was the only boy Zhou Yuanyuan had ever loved in her two lives. If Wen Ziqing didn't change his mind about spending his life with her, Zhou Yuanyuan would definitely marry him. Not for his power or his looks, but simply for his love for her.
"Hahahaha...Okay, okay, congratulations, little tree." The old tree's hearty laughter echoed in the air.
After laughing, the old tree said to Zhou Yuanyuan, "Little Tree, since that young man is your lover, I won't be stingy with my gift. The young man has been poisoned. I will transform some of my wood spirit into leaves. You can give them to him, and the toxins in his body will be cleared! With my wood spirit protecting him, from now on, the young man will never be poisoned again."
"Really? Old Tree, thank you!" Zhou Yuanyuan was surprised and delighted. Even Xiaoyu was troubled by the toxins in Wen Ziqing's body. She hadn't expected the old osmanthus tree to be so capable, even making its own "detoxifying leaves."
"Little tree, I'm leaving. From now on, if you can take care of these children in the clan, please do so. If not, forget it! We in the osmanthus clan are born and raised by nature..." Before he could finish his words, the old tree shook its branches for the last time, making a "rustling" sound, and then turned into a point of light and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Grandpa."
"Grandpa Tree."
"Ancestor."
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There was a sound of crying in the osmanthus forest.
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