Chapter 4: What is Emotion
Luo Xuan also smiled sadly, feeling both admiration and sympathy for him: "Brother Xuanyuan, you... sigh, forget it..."
Bodhi smiled at him with a face full of regret and shook her head: "Alas... if it weren't for searching for it, I wouldn't have to travel thousands of miles to the southern frontier!"
It is very late, is there something you need?
Xuanyuan Zhan originally intended to find the Prajna Flower, but upon searching for her in vain, he realized that she must have come to Luoxuan. He had thought that the Prajna Flower was merely infatuated, but he never expected her obsession to reach such a level. He stood outside the door for a long time, unsure of how to intervene in the matters within.
As Luo Xuan opened the door, a strange floral fragrance immediately rushed towards him
"Brother Xuan! You, let go of me!" Banruo Hua stiffened her body, sounding both like a shout and a moan. She seemed taken aback that Luo Xuan could still cultivate and restrain himself in such a situation; indeed, his martial arts were unfathomable.
The scenery is desolate, the people are sorrowful, the heart is filled with parting grief, and tears gather at the corners of the cheeks
Luo Xuan was greatly astonished: "Aphrodisiac? Seven-colored violet? Where did you find this?"
The Prajna flower slowly walked to Luo Xuan's side and gently embraced him from behind
Luo Xuanru was struck by lightning, forcefully pushing her away, staggering back two steps. He attempted to expel the poison using his internal energy, only to discover that the stronger his internal energy, the more severe the backlash from the poison.
Luo Xuan shook his head, firmly steadying his steps, ignoring the calls of the Prajna Flower behind him, and turned to walk towards the door. Just as he was about to open it, the door opened by itself, revealing Xuanyuan Zhan standing outside. His face was ashen, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Finally, he exerted all his strength and engaged in combat with him. Unfortunately, he was clearly at a disadvantage, and in the end, he had no choice but to employ a feint. He leaped high backward, broke through the window, and shot straight up into the sky, disappearing in an instant into the boundless bright moon.
The delicate hands of the flower of wisdom glided over her beautiful collarbone and the ugly, terrifying scars on her chest, causing a sharp pain in her heart. She gently stirred the water with her fingers, and it instantly turned blood red. The reflection of the water accentuated her face, making it appear even more enchanting and heart-stopping. A strange smile appeared on the lips of the flower of wisdom: "Luo Xuan, you can only belong to me; no one else can have you!"
If flowers, what is this
Xuan Yuan Zhan cast a faint, bitter smile, his expression one of desolation as he coldly looked away: "If you leave, what will happen to Hua?"
The withered lotus leaves cover the ground, the departing branches dance with the leaves, the fallen leaves are pale and desolate, and the remaining flowers fall gently.
"Brother Xuanyuan," Luo Xuan, seeing that he could not hold on much longer, said, "I must leave this place as soon as possible. Please take care of Ruohua for me."
He looked at the sight of the Bodhi flower with tears streaming down her face, feeling a pang of heartache. He took two steps forward, wanting to go over and release her acupoints.
Dewdrops on the parasol tree, frost encroaching upon the emerald bamboo
Luo Xuan could only feel the flames in his abdomen surging higher and higher. He looked at the person in his arms, whose lips were slightly pouted and so alluring, that he couldn't help but want to kiss her
Luo Xuan has begun to feel the surge of warmth rising within his heart. He still gazes at her with an expression of disbelief
Brother Xuan... the Prajna flower let out a sorrowful smile, slowly fell down, and gradually closed its eyes
Luo Xuan looked at her, hesitatingly finishing the drink in his cup. As soon as it went down his throat, he felt something was amiss and, with a surge of energy, expelled half of it.
Luo Xuan wore a look of astonishment
I have prepared lotus seed soup for you to drink
... ...
Watching her sitting cross-legged there, the sweat on her body increasing, enduring the torment of the poison little by little, I found myself unable to help in any way
Brother Xuan, are you there
Luo Xuan wore an expression of disbelief: "Ruo Hua, have you lost your mind? The medicinal properties of the seven-colored pansy and the prajna flower are in such fierce conflict, and combined with the Qilin vine and the tears of longing, the concoction would be extremely toxic, with no antidote available at all"
Luo Xuan couldn't help but chuckle: "If you really want to learn, I can teach you! However, your constitution is too weak to practice these domineering martial arts. When you have time, I can teach you a set of sword techniques to strengthen your body. Have you been taking the medicine I prescribed regularly? You need to learn to regulate yourself. Try to avoid contact with poisonous insects and beasts, as they are harmful and of no benefit to you."
Brother Xuan, do you know how much I love you? For you, I have severed ties with the Tang Sect; for you, I have endured so much suffering! Brother Xuan! I truly love you!
Just as I was about to leave, I was blocked at the door by Xuanyuan Zhan with his sword.
Alright, Brother Xuan, hurry and try it to see if my skills have improved! I also brought your favorite bamboo leaf green, which I brewed myself. I added two types of flower leaves and three kinds of poisonous herbs; this time, you definitely won't be able to tell. If you lose, you must teach me your Infinite Dagger!
Suddenly, a tremor shook him, and he held his breath, focusing intently as he swiftly sealed the acupoints of the Prajna flower, freeing himself from her entanglement. He gasped for breath weakly on the side.
"Alright, Brother Xuan, let's drink." Banruo Hua poured herself a drink and said, "Cheers!" Then she raised her glass and downed it in one go
The Bodhi flower looked at his pale face and began to feel a bit flustered, as things seemed to be unfolding in a direction she had not anticipated: "No, Brother Xuan, this poison is too potent; you cannot resolve it! If not, your meridians will surely be severed!"
If it is a flower, then it is not permissible! Luo Xuan's tone was resolute
Time passed slowly. The body of the Prajna flower began to twitch incessantly, and involuntary cries of pain escaped from her lips. Xuanyuan Zhan was drenched in sweat, unable to remain seated any longer. He thought to himself that even if she hated him tomorrow, or blamed him, or even if she wanted to kill him, he would still forcefully save her now, to preserve her life.
"Brother Xuanyuan, if you dare to take another step forward, I will immediately bite my tongue and end my life." Prajna Hua suppressed the deep sorrow within her heart, speaking each word through gritted teeth.
Bodhi Flower pouted: "Yes, I am crazy. From the moment I first saw you, I was completely enchanted by you! I love you so much, but why do you always reject me? Why? What do I lack compared to those little vixens, Shang Fei and Chu Piaopiao? Why are you so gentle with them, yet always so cold to me? Why are you so strong, always able to surpass me and neutralize the poison I inflict? This time, I went to great lengths to concoct this poison, and I refuse to believe you have a way to counter it! But, Brother Xuan, rest assured, this poison will naturally be resolved after we unite, and it will also enhance our inner strength!" Bodhi Flower lowered her head, "In a little while, you will become delirious, and in your eyes, there will only be me!" As Bodhi Flower's cheeks slowly flushed, she appeared even more enchanting. However, Brother Xuan, rest assured, this poison will naturally be resolved after we unite, and it will also enhance our inner strength!" Bodhi Flower lowered her head, "In a little while, you will become delirious, and in your eyes, there will only be me!" As Bodhi Flower's cheeks slowly flushed, she appeared even more enchanting.
Alright, put it down. It's getting late, you should go back and rest early
Xuan Yuan's heart ached as if it were being twisted, helplessly watching his most beloved woman suffer right before his eyes. "Luo Xuan..." He raised his long sword and slashed wildly, howling at the boundless full moon outside the window, a mournful cry piercing the clouds
The expression of the Prajna flower has begun to become elusive, as it charmingly giggles and leaps into Luo Xuan's embrace
The Prajna flower bloomed, and she clapped her hands and laughed heartily, like a child who had just succeeded in a prank. "Yes, Brother Xuan, this time you have finally lost! In fact, you guessed one thing too few; I also added Qilin vine inside. Originally, it is colorless and tasteless, and combined with its non-toxic nature, it becomes even harder to detect. However, mixed with the Prajna flower, the tears of longing, and the seven-colored violet you just smelled, it becomes the holy medicine for arousal. This is something I just developed!"
Bodhi Flower nodded excitedly and said: "Brother Xuan, you guessed everything correctly! That's amazing! It seems that next time I need to make it a bit more difficult, otherwise I might never learn your Infinite Small Blade in my lifetime!"
Xuan Yuan was stunned there, at a loss for words: "Ruo Hua! Why are you so foolish!"
Xuan Yuan stood there in a daze, unsure of what to do.
but was abruptly stopped by her loud shout
Only the sorrowful cries of the Prajna flowers were left behind.
She extended her pale fingers to gently caress Luo Xuan's face, beginning to feel the heat in her body. A soft kiss slowly descended upon Luo Xuan's neck
As she took a step forward, the Prajna flower suddenly opened its eyes wide, glaring at him with a mix of anger and reproach. Though she could no longer speak, her gaze remained fixed on Xuanyuan Zhan, filled with accusations, threats, rage, sorrow, despair, and even... pleading. Tears streamed down her face in large drops, eventually turning to blood, while blood also began to flow from her seven orifices. Xuanyuan Zhan heard the creaking sound and realized that her veins had started to rupture.
Under the bright moon, in the western chamber of Wan Shui Mountain Villa, the Prajna flower was bathing in a tub filled with petals, her once clear and bright eyes now deep and inscrutable. She knew that since she had revealed her feelings to Luo Xuan last time, he had been deliberately avoiding her. Despite her efforts to follow him from Jiujiang to Luoyang, no matter how much she tried or how many favors she offered, he always treated her with courtesy. To see him, she often poisoned some innocent people, waiting for him to come to their rescue, secretly competing with him to see whether his medical skills were superior or her poison was more potent. He, Xuanyuan Zhan, and herself appeared to be the best of friends on the surface, yet each understood their own thoughts, with undercurrents swirling beneath their laughter. From the moment she first saw Luo Xuan at the Wulin Conference five years ago, she understood that only a man like him was worthy of her. For so many years, she had exerted herself solely to win his favor. From the moment she first saw Luo Xuan at the Wulin Conference five years ago, she understood that only a man like him was worthy of her. For so many years, she had exerted herself solely to win his favor.
Luo Xuan took the wine cup with a helpless expression, gently swirling the emerald liquid inside. He brought it to his nose and took a sniff, then broke into a smile. "I already know without drinking it; it is the highly toxic Pimu grass, Haotian leaves, and Xiangsi tears, along with ordinary willow buds, and the sweet and cool Boren flower. It is the addition of the flower to the wine that gives this Zhuyeqing its exquisite color and fragrance"