Zhou Yuanyuan suppressed her grief and picked up a seed and a thumb-sized leaf from the ground left by the old osmanthus tree. The seed was black and carried the unique scent of the osmanthus family. Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know what to do with it, but since the old osmanthus tree had entrusted it to her so solemnly, she stored it in a jade box.
The leaves are green and look a little lighter than ordinary leaves. If the old osmanthus tree hadn't told her, Zhou Yuanyuan really wouldn't have realized that this thing could detoxify Wen Ziqing's body.
Zhou Yuanyuan held the leaf in her hand, intending to give it to Wen Ziqing shortly. The leaf was a token of the old osmanthus tree's kindness, and it was also its final gift to Zhou Yuanyuan.
When Zhou Yuanyuan walked out of the trial space, her eyelids were a little swollen. Whenever she thought about the old tree, which would never appear again, Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel sad.
No matter how powerful anything is, it cannot withstand the passage of time. For example, even an old tree demon, no matter how long its lifespan is, will eventually die.
For a cultivator, cultivating the true self is like rowing against the current, akin to battling the heavens for one's life. Even if one cultivates to become an immortal or a god, they will eventually be washed away by the flow of time. Just like Xiaoyu's master, even such a powerful god will eventually disappear.
What is the purpose of life on earth? Do ordinary ants toil their entire lives just to have enough to eat and a roof over their heads? Officials, driven by the pursuit of ever-increasing power and status, refuse to retreat, even if their heads are completely bald with deception and schemes, leaving them barren and barren? Monks, with wealth and glory readily within their grasp, still pursue ever-higher cultivation and realms, never hesitating to battle against heaven and man again and again for endless pleasure? ······
"Yuanyuan, what's wrong?" Wen Ziqing saw Zhou Yuanyuan looking distraught, and patted her shoulder with heartache.
"Brother Ziqing, Grandpa Guishu is dead, it's dead, wuwuwu..." When asked this by Wen Ziqing, Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't help but burst into tears.
Zhou Yuanyuan had been simmering with resentment for some time, fueled by the assassination of Wen Ziqing. The incident with the old tree unleashed a surge of resentment within her. Fortunately, Wen Ziqing was there to offer some solace; otherwise, Zhou Yuanyuan would have been consumed by thoughts and feelings, growing increasingly depressed. The question of life and death, for cultivators, had remained unresolved for tens of thousands of years. Zhou Yuanyuan's reckless behavior was bound to lead to vomiting blood and injuries.
"Birth, old age, sickness and death are common things. There must be a reason for the cycle of life and death. Yuanyuan, why can't you figure it out?" Wen Ziqing couldn't help laughing when he saw Zhou Yuanyuan crying loudly and not forgetting to wipe her tears and snot on him.
The little girl seems dissatisfied with my words of comfort!
Zhou Yuanyuan was indeed dissatisfied with Wen Ziqing's "heartlessness".
Zhou Yuanyuan thought angrily, "Thank goodness the old osmanthus tree treated Wen Ziqing like one of its own. Even after its death, it left a leaf that could detoxify Wen Ziqing. But what about Wen Ziqing? He wasn't sad at all about the old osmanthus tree's death."
In fact, Zhou Yuanyuan knew deep down that she was taking her anger out on Wen Ziqing. She hadn't even had time to tell him about the old tree's detoxifying leaves. To Wen Ziqing now, the old osmanthus tree was just a tree that had nothing to do with him. The old osmanthus tree had died, and for Zhou Yuanyuan's sake, Wen Ziqing felt a little sorry at best, but how could he be sad?
"Yuanyuan..." Wen Ziqing sighed softly, stretched out one hand to lightly embrace Zhou Yuanyuan's stiff body, and gently stroked Zhou Yuanyuan's back with the other hand to help her calm down.
"Yuanyuan, if you don't like something, just say it out loud. If you are unhappy, just shout it out. Don't keep it to yourself. Life is full of disappointments. You can't be sad every day just because you know you will die one day in the future. It's a day of happiness, and it's also a day of sadness. Time will not stop or disappear because of someone's happiness or unhappiness. Why are you so stubborn?" Wen Ziqing persuaded helplessly.
"Brother Ziqing, it's all your fault!" Zhou Yuanyuan raised her tearful eyes, pouted and said vaguely.
"Okay, it's all my fault. Now, is my little girl Yuanyuan happy?" Wen Ziqing coaxed Zhou Yuanyuan softly.
Zhou Yuanyuan burst out laughing. What about his little girl? If this girl is unhappy, it has always been her own family.
"Okay, okay, now don't look so sad. I feel bad for you." Wen Ziqing coaxed Zhou Yuanyuan with words that gradually dissipated the depression in her heart.
"Hmph! I'm not from your family. Master Wen Feng knows which girl he loves." Zhou Yuanyuan did not forget to poke at Wen Ziqing's sore spot.
"Yuanyuan, I'm innocent. This is more unfair to me than Dou E!" This time, Wen Ziqing didn't care about his face and explained to Zhou Yuanyuan everything about how he was almost possessed by Taoist Baopu.
"That was a close call! Brother Ziqing, you suffered." Zhou Yuanyuan was horrified by what she heard and for a moment she put the death of the old osmanthus tree aside.
"Yuanyuan, this is actually my fault. If my cultivation wasn't so weak, how could the Baopu Taoist possess his body and use my name to cause such a mess like this?" Speaking of He Jingjing, Wen Ziqing felt deeply guilty towards Zhou Yuanyuan. Baopu Taoist's memory was incomplete, and Wen Ziqing didn't know if he and He Jingjing had ever been intimate. However, Wen Ziqing had made up his mind: no matter how angry Zhou Yuanyuan was, he would shamelessly cling to her.
"Okay, okay! Brother Ziqing, everything has passed. He Jingjing won't be able to bother you again anyway. Let's just ignore her." Seeing that Wen Ziqing was willing to take the initiative to explain the matter of He Jingjing, Zhou Yuanyuan's resentment towards Wen Ziqing had long since dissipated completely.
Wen Ziqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Zhou Yuanyuan would ignore him, but fortunately, although the little girl was young, she was not unreasonable.
"Brother Ziqing, this is the detoxifying leaf given by the old osmanthus tree. Please eat it!" Zhou Yuanyuan remembered what the old tree said, and put the small leaf in the palm of her hand to show Wen Ziqing.
Wen Ziqing would eat anything Zhou Yuanyuan gave him without hesitation, even if it was poison, let alone a leaf.
Wen Ziqing lowered his head and took the leaf from Zhou Yuanyuan's palm into his mouth. Looking at the white jade-like palm in front of him, Wen Ziqing couldn't help but extend his tongue and licked Zhou Yuanyuan's palm.
The tingling sensation in her palms made Zhou Yuanyuan blush. She wondered if love had changed Wen Ziqing's aloof personality. It had only been a short time! Did Wen Ziqing learn the art of flirting naturally?
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