Transformed into Little Fubao, known as the Little Expert in Pitfalls

Before this, she had never imagined that a flower could be so dangerous.

How could a beautiful flower be so dangerous?

It is true that you cannot judge a book by its cover, and you cannot measure the depth of the sea.

The more beautiful a flower is, the more poisonous it is.

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"So, how do we pick these purple flowers next?" Ye Ying asked curiously.

"First, take a closer look... Look, those little bees tightly surrounding the purple flowers are tirelessly and diligently collecting nectar! If we pick these flowers now, won't they lose their food source for survival?

So, we must learn to respect every life in nature and wait patiently for the right opportunity to come."

As the saying goes: Respect others and others will respect you in return.

In other words, only by respecting nature will nature give you unexpected and rich rewards.

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"Secondly, the medicinal properties of the purple rosa can only be fully stimulated after the bees have collected all the nectar..."

Finally, when all the bees had finished collecting honey, 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 whispered, "Pay attention, I'll show you a demonstration."

I saw the white-haired, sage-like old herbalist leaning on a cane and walking lightly to a beautiful purple cloud flower, as if he was feeling something.

He bent down slightly, closed his eyes gently, and stood quietly, as motionless as a sculpture, feeling the rhythm and breath of all life around him with his whole body and mind.

In a moment, the old man slowly opened his eyes, with a wise and profound light flashing in his eyes.

He stretched out his hands, which were full of traces of time but still steady and strong, and began to carefully and slowly pick the beautiful purple flower in front of him.

Each of his movements seemed exceptionally gentle and delicate, as if he was afraid of awakening the sleeping flower, or worried about hurting its delicate and fragile petals.

"Do you feel it?" The old man said softly to Ye Ying, who was watching intently beside him, while picking the fruits:

“This purple flower certainly possesses incomparable power, but at the same time it is also extremely fragile and sensitive.

Therefore, when we pick it, we must be in awe, respect its vigorous and tenacious vitality, experience it with our hearts, and try to establish a subtle and indescribable harmonious resonance with it. Only then will it let you pick it intact. "

Ye Ying stared at the old man intently, taking in his every word and action.

Gradually, she seemed to understand something from the old man's smooth movements.

She took a deep breath to calm her inner restlessness, then imitated the old man, 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 originally confused and hesitant look became unusually firm and resolute.

Without hesitation, she stretched out her arm, gently and soothingly touched and plucked the purple flower.

This time, her movements were even more cautious and subtle than the old man's, as if she was having a silent yet meaningful spiritual dialogue with the purple flowers through her fingertips.