Before this, she had never imagined that a flower could be so dangerous.
How could such a beautiful flower be so dangerous?
You can't judge a book by its cover, and you can't measure the sea with a bushel.
The more beautiful a flower is, the more poisonous it is.
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"So, how should we pick these Purple Cloud Flowers next?" Ye Ying asked with a face full of curiosity.
"First, look closely... Look, those little bees that are closely surrounding the purple flowers are tirelessly and diligently collecting nectar! If we pick these flowers now, wouldn't we be depriving them of their food source for survival?"
Therefore, we must learn to respect every life in nature and patiently wait for the right opportunity to arise.
As the saying goes: Respect others, and they will respect you in return.
In other words, only by respecting nature will nature reward you with unexpected and abundant rewards.
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"Secondly, the medicinal properties of the Zixia flower can only be fully activated after the bees have collected all the nectar..."
Finally, after all the bees had finished collecting nectar, the old herbalist smiled with satisfaction and slowly took out an exquisitely crafted jade box from his waist. Then he turned to Ye Ying and said softly, "Watch carefully, I'll give you a demonstration."
The white-haired, venerable herbalist, leaning on his cane, walked with light steps to a vibrant purple hibiscus flower, as if sensing something.
He bent down slightly, gently closed his eyes, and stood quietly, motionless like a statue, fully immersing himself in the rhythm and breath of all life around him.
In a short while, the old man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shining with wisdom and profound insight.
He stretched out his hands, which were marked by time yet still steady and strong, and began to carefully and slowly pluck the beautiful purple flower in front of him.
His every movement was exceptionally gentle and delicate, as if he were afraid of waking the sleeping flower or hurting its delicate and fragile petals.
"Can you feel it?" the old man said softly to Ye Ying, who was watching intently, as he picked the fruit.
"While this Purple Cloud Flower possesses unparalleled power, it also has an incredibly fragile and sensitive side."
Therefore, when we pick it, we must do so with reverence, respecting its vigorous and tenacious vitality, trying to understand it with our hearts, and attempting to establish a subtle and indescribable harmonious relationship with it. Only then will it allow you to pick it whole.
Ye Ying stared intently at the old man, taking in his every word and action.
Gradually, she seemed to glean something from the old man's fluid movements.
She took a deep breath to calm her restless heart, and then, imitating the old man, she closed her eyes, held her breath, and tried her best to sense the purple flower that was so close to her.
When she opened her eyes again, her previously confused and hesitant gaze had become exceptionally firm and resolute.
Without hesitation, she reached out her arm and gently touched and plucked the purple flower.
This time, her movements were even more cautious and subtle than the old man's, as if she were engaging in a silent yet meaningful spiritual dialogue with the purple flowers through her fingertips.
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