I am the language of flowers

I am someone who doesn't know who my parents are! This is my name.

Jingxin Temple, a small temple in the mountains!

Tianyi is a monk in the temple. Years ago, he found me as an infant by an unknown stream. Out of compassion, he took me to Jingxin Temple, and from then on, it became my home.

Jingxin Temple is located in the mountains behind Qingfeng Town, less than the time it takes to burn half an incense stick to reach the town.

As I grew up, I got a job in town. My daily task was to tend to the flowers and plants in the courtyard of a wealthy man named Zhang. My status was special; I wasn't a servant in Zhang's household! Our relationship was, simply put, an employment relationship!

That was about three years ago, when I was only eight years old. Zhang Biao (also known as Master Zhang) brought his family to Jingxin Temple for a vegetarian meal. A lover of flowers and plants, he noticed me pruning the branches and was impressed by my achievement (the courtyard was full of vibrant life, yet arranged in a pleasing, orderly fashion). He immediately put me in charge of managing the garden. Since I insisted on returning to Jingxin Temple, I became a freelancer.

"Why do the flowers and plants I grow grow so well?" a monk from Jingxin Temple once asked me. Actually, I couldn't explain why! I just treated them with a feeling, caring for them! I don't know what it's like to play music to a cow, but I certainly enjoy playing the flute to the flowers and plants… Master Zhang had a rather unrefined name, but in reality, he was quite accomplished in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. His refined tastes led him to set rather high standards for the garden's plants! Meanwhile, his servants were utterly incompetent at planting flowers and plants!

After I arrived, he became less worried, and because of his favor, I could freely come and go from the Zhang family home.

In my spare time, I often listened to Master Qiu lecturing to Zhang Yuanwai's two sons, Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu, outside the study.

Although I was just an observer, I learned quite a bit over the years. To be honest, those two young masters were really a bit dim-witted; often, I understood things immediately, but they still only half-understood them after a whole day. However, I am self-aware enough to know what to say and what not to laugh about… Every year when Zhang Yuanwai's eldest daughter, Zhang Wei, returned home, there was only one thing I liked to do: go to the bamboo grove in the backyard in the early morning to listen to Zhang Wei practice the zither. I really wondered if she was related to those two dim-witted boys by blood! Zhang Wei could be described as a perfect masterpiece of heaven, with a face like jade, hair like silk, and a straight nose and alluring red lips like a finely sculpted work of art, flawless even to the most discerning person!

As she played the zither, her robes danced in the wind, ethereal and graceful. A hint of coldness lingered on her beautiful face, but her bright, clear eyes added to her charm and allure… Standing at a distance, quietly gazing at her music calmed my unease and restlessness, giving me an urge to dance along with the music. This feeling captivated me… I was very close to Wenwu, so they never minded me listening to their lessons outside the study; instead, they saw it as me sharing their hardships. But I never spoke a word to the young lady. In fact, aside from glancing at me a few times when we first met, she treated me as if I were invisible. She remained unmoved even when I listened to her play for free. Intrigued by her, I learned a great deal about her. Actually, there was no need to inquire; Wenwu, unable to keep secrets, told me everything. Perhaps her existence was a source of pride for their family.

Cold mountains, only white clouds, silent and utterly free from dust. A thatched cottage on a mountain, a solitary lamp and the bright moon. A stone bed overlooking a green pond, deer and tigers are its neighbors. —Since residing in seclusion, I have long been a hermit. —Cihang Jingzhai, the supreme symbol of the righteous path, is both otherworldly and worldly. In its otherworldly aspect, few of its disciples venture into the martial world, thus avoiding any entanglement and maintaining its detached stance. In its worldly aspect, it remotely restrains the demonic sects from causing trouble and harming humanity. And if chaos reigns, Jingzhai strives to support a true emperor who can bring blessings to all people, bringing order to the world.

Cihang Jingzhai's *Cihang Sword Manual* is one of the most extraordinary books in the world. Because its ultimate goal is to achieve a state of sword heart clarity and enter the Heavenly Dao, Jingzhai disciples, even when entering the world, do so to complete their minds and spirits. They often first immerse themselves in worldly emotions and passions, and finally break free from the cocoon of emotion to achieve a state of desirelessness.

Zhang Wei is a disciple of Le Bingyun, the current head of Jingzhai. She only returns home for a month each year, and with many people coming to visit and the Zhang family celebrating, the Zhang family home is always bustling with activity.

However, all of this seems to have little to do with me, because I'm just an ordinary child. I've heard many stories of chivalrous heroes, but the martial world is still very far away for me. The monks at Jingxin Temple who adopted me from childhood also practice martial arts, but I know they're only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

"Huayu, Huayu..." Hearing Zhang Wen's voice, I, who was wandering aimlessly, couldn't help but turn around to look. Why was I being teased? Haha, my name is Huayu!

************************************** I tilted my head and turned to look at Zhang Wen. (You ask me why I tilted my head? Well, I ask you why I can't tilt my head and turn to look at someone.) "Ah Wen, what's up?"

"Good news!"

Zhang Wen blinked and said mysteriously to me.

"Oh!"

I replied casually in a nonchalant tone, but that didn't mean I wasn't interested! There are many things in this world where the more you care, the easier it is for others to manipulate you! Even at such a young age, I'm quite experienced in this regard!

"Come with me, you'll see when we get there!" Before I could answer, Zhang Wen grabbed me and pulled me away.

Anyway, I had nothing else to do, and maybe there really was something good, so I figured I might as well go.

************ The evening sun slowly shone on the trees, casting long shadows along the path. Two small figures darted like lightning into the depths of the forest.

Entering the woods, lo and behold, Zhang Wu was there too!

"Wu, you're here too! What are you two up to, sneaking off to the depths of the forest outside town like secretive creatures!" Curiosity is a trait every child shares, so my first question was a question.

"Shh!" "Shh!"

Two simultaneous snorts! Accompanied by two identical actions, both with the same purpose: to silence me.

I gave a slightly apologetic smile and nodded knowingly. Having spent so much time with these two brothers, I knew there must be a reason for their behavior. Suppressing my doubts, I followed them cautiously forward.

Deep in the forest, Zhang Wu slumped against a pine tree, confirming that we were lost.

No!

More accurately, we couldn't go any further after arriving here, because no matter which way we went, we always ended up back here.

"It's all your fault! If I hadn't been waiting for you, I definitely wouldn't have lost sight of Big Sister. Sigh, I missed watching her fight again!" What?! Someone wanted to fight Zhang Wei, challenging the supreme symbol of the righteous path, the representative of Jingzhai in this generation.

Zhang Wu's words surprised me greatly. To be honest, I had never seen Zhang Wei's skills before, and I had long wanted to witness the highest level of martial arts in the martial world. Zhang Wen had promised me before, after my deliberate attempts to curry favor, that he would definitely call me if he had the chance, but it seems that this time it's failed again!

"Sigh!" Zhang Wen also looked disappointed. "Looks like they set up a trap. Humph, I can't even look, how infuriating!" "Actually, I knew Sister would win even without looking. Let's go, we haven't finished our homework yet." "That's true, I don't want to be grounded by Father. I'm going to see the play with Xiao Liu and the others tomorrow!" Continuing the search was pointless, so we had no choice but to return dejectedly... Not far along, I used the excuse of returning to Jingxin Courtyard to part ways with the Wenwu brothers. How could I not watch the long-awaited competition? It would be incredibly tragic if it cast a shadow on my young heart!

When I returned to that place that had left us bewildered, I closed my eyes and walked forward based on my intuition. I am ordinary, but I have an extraordinary sense. I can easily plant any flowers and plants because I can sense their needs, talk to them, and play music for them.

In the sunset-lit forest, the activity of life is like a symphony. When my vision is closed, everything is so clear. The cool autumn breeze slowly kisses the trees, lightly swaying the branches and grass. The trees wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. Busy insects crawl over fallen leaves, revealing traces of life. Gradually, the symphony of all things fades into silence, and finally I dissolve into the silent darkness.

At this moment, the oppressive feeling, like a sword, becomes more and more obvious, slowly exceeding my capacity.

As if guided, I weave left and right through the forest. When I can no longer bear it and open my eyes, I know that my senses have enabled me to succeed once again.

The autumn sunset shines through the forest in golden light. A beautiful woman, like jade, and a sword, like a rainbow, appear before me. Zhang Wei stands leisurely atop an old tree, holding a long sword drawn from its sheath. Her white clothes are as white as snow, and her sleeves dance in the wind, making her seem like an immortal. She stands proudly with an old man in red, exuding a wild and domineering aura, holding a knife. Crimson robes like fire, blades like emerald waves… The subtle changes of heaven and earth, the movement of past, present, and future space merged into one at this moment. There was not a sound, not a movement; the two simply stared at each other. Although the expected clash of swords did not occur, one could feel the intense shifts in their minds—still yet moving, moving yet still.

A gentle breeze swept through the fallen trees, again and again. The trees, large and deeply rooted, could not withstand it!

Faced with the unyielding wind, the branches still swayed and undulated. The red-robed elder's figure swayed slightly, his emerald blade transforming into a ball of snow-white light, like an exploding snowball, following an arc containing endless fury, hurtling towards Zhang Wei. No words could describe the power and speed of that strike.

A burst of light erupted from his hand, then the raindrops spread, calmly swirling towards the storm of blades. In an instant, Zhang Wei, the red-robed elder, the flashing blades, the shadows of swords—it was dazzling, leaving me dizzy and trembling.

Hundreds of bolts of lightning flashed, followed by silence. Zhang Wei sighed softly, "Sword Master, why be so persistent? It's truly regrettable..." She then sheathed her sword.

"I have lost! Arrogant Mad Blade, even in a meaningless and inevitable defeat, I cannot retreat. To do so would betray my sword spirit, leaving a flaw deep within my soul, and I would never have the chance to ascend to the Heavenly Dao again in this life! So, Miss, you need not pity me. Though I have fallen, my spirit remains unbroken!" The old man in red still stood proudly with his sword held horizontally, but he could not hide the fact that his body was swaying precariously.

"The Sword Master's profound skill and indomitable spirit have earned my admiration. This battle with you is the first time I've truly fought with all my might since my debut. If you are willing to abandon the demonic path, it would be a blessing for the world. Would you be willing to go to the Over-the-Heaven Pavilion?" "The Over-the-Heaven Pavilion is one of the two holy lands of the righteous path. I might have gone there in the past, but I'm used to a life of fighting alone! I appreciate your kindness, Miss, but although I can no longer wield a sword, I, the Aotian Lord, am not so desperate as to need someone to protect me!" "In that case, I hope you take care. I bid you farewell!"

With that, Zhang Wei disappeared from sight.

"Get out here!" The old man in red suddenly shouted into the woods.

Feeling discovered, I had no choice but to brace myself and prepare to go out.

"Whoosh!" But someone jumped out before me.

Standing before the old man in red was a handsome young man, elegant and refined, with delicate features. He smiled faintly and said politely, "You truly deserve the title of 'Peerless Mad Blade,' senior! You were able to detect me even when you were seriously injured. However, it seems Zhang Wei's injuries were not light either, otherwise she wouldn't have left without noticing my presence." "Sneaking around like that, tell me, who are you?"

"The Murong family members are not sneaky. I am Murong Bingyue from the Murong family of Yanziwu. I unintentionally stumbled upon your and Miss Zhang Wei's secret technique! Fearing that my recklessness would affect your competition, I held my breath and watched from afar." His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but still as gentle and refined as ever.

"Enough with the nonsense, you sneaky thing. Since you're being polite, get out of here before I get the chance to kill you!" "Since you told me to leave, then I'll go now." Still with a certain detached air, Murong Bingyue finished speaking, "!" Murong Bingyue, who should have left, attacked instead, and her target was the old man in red.

"You..." Before he could finish speaking, the old man in red collapsed like mud.

"You're too clever for your own good. If you hadn't been in such a hurry to get rid of me, I wouldn't have been sure how serious your injuries were. Blame it on your stupidity; no matter how arrogant you are, you still ended up in my hands." Bingyue, having succeeded, remained calm and elegant. My intuition told me that such a person was the most terrifying… The old man on the ground glared angrily, "You so-called righteous sects are mostly hypocrites, only good at taking advantage of others! How are you any different from my demonic path?" "To achieve my goal, I, Murong Bingyue, don't care about the good or evil of the process. Elder Dao, as one of the top ten masters of the demonic path, don't you even understand this principle? Losing to Zhang Wei is perfectly normal!" Hearing these words, the old man could only glare; after all, he was the one being controlled!

"Hand over your copy of the 'Heavenly Demon Record,' and I guarantee you, the old general, will not suffer any humiliation." "You, you actually know about the 'Heavenly Demon Record'!"

"For your demonic sect, the 'Heavenly Demon Record' is a top secret, but for me, it's nothing. Telling you won't hurt. I already have three of the ten copies of the 'Heavenly Demon Record,' and I'll soon get the fourth!" "I don't know what the 'Heavenly Demon Record' is, but judging from their appearance, it should be a very valuable martial arts manual. For people like Aoshi Kuangdao, treasures are not of much value. What they care about must be a martial arts masterpiece!

" "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as ants... The principle is that the mind takes the sky as its vessel, swallowing the moon and biting the sun... The form is: there is no form in martial arts, and all forms are in martial arts..." Bingyue said a bunch of things that sounded like a headache, while the old man's expression changed accordingly.

After a long while...

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Indeed, it is the incantation of the Heavenly Demon. So many years have passed, it seems that the will of Heaven is to let the Heavenly Demon Record reappear in the world! I will grant your wish and see if you have the strength to collect all the incantations of my Demonic Sect and let the Cihang Sword Manual not be the only one to shine in the world." The old man laughed out of character. **********

...

Ever since Murong Bingyue appeared, I've maintained the same posture, my tense heart making me unaware of my own existence, becoming one with the forest. "Hoo!" When I finally let go of the pressure in my heart and exhaled, I realized my body had been numb. I knew I should reach out and grab a tree trunk, but I was powerless. And so, I collapsed to the ground. The pain, ironically, became the motivation for me to stand up again. "Once you enter the martial world, you are no longer in control of your own destiny..." The stories about the martial world I'd heard in the teahouse seemed so real before my eyes. It seemed the old man had once been arrogant and proud, laughing at the world, but one defeat made him a thing of the past... However, his indomitable spirit inspired my respect. Not wanting to see him lie dead in the wilderness, I decided to dig a grave for him. As I picked up the knife, a sudden, indignant thought flashed through my mind. If all things in the world have a spirit, then I truly felt the knife weeping. The weeping carried a hint of darkness, so profound that I involuntarily closed my eyes, ready to fight against fate, defiant, unyielding… A familiar feeling, a kind of indomitable madness like that of the Red Elder! The blade was sharp, possessing an invincible thrill. But a knife is, after all, a knife; even the most famous divine knife is still just a knife!

I hadn't dug far before I realized the insurmountable gap between it and a hoe! What's more, I had to be careful not to cut myself with the knife!

Looking closely at the hole that had taken me so long, it looked like a tree planting hole! It seemed I'd unknowingly returned to my old profession—planting flowers and grass! But I was really exhausted; it was probably about done.

"Old man, I'm so sorry, please make do with this. I'll dig you a better one when I have the chance, but I really can't go on now..." I muttered to the old man.

After resting a bit, I carefully dragged the Arrogant Blade (I couldn't lift it!!!) into the hole, then placed it beside him, preparing to cover it with soil. I'd tell the monks at the Meditation Courtyard when I got back; they'd surely praise me. My thoughts are quite developed; I've unconsciously started thinking about the future, ha!

"Wow?! A ghost!"

A few rays of moonlight shone through the branches and leaves, illuminating him. The old man in red had somehow sat up, while I rolled my eyes and fainted.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "Huayu, where did you go last night?" the old monk Tianyi asked with a worried expression.

After a series of rambling words, I didn't tell the old monk the truth, even though he had raised me from childhood… At dawn, I returned to the top floor of the library in Jingxin Courtyard—my residence—and lay down on the mat laid out in the middle of the pavilion. My thoughts were in turmoil, tossing and turning, unable to calm down… I took out the note I had on me when I woke up in the woods and looked at it again and again. That damned old man in red, what was he doing, pretending to be dead? You know, such a fright is a huge trauma for an immature young mind.

The message from the Arrogant Mad Saber essentially stated that his fight with Zhang Wei damaged his meridians, rendering him unable to wield a saber for the rest of his life. The *Heavenly Demon Record* is the highest-level martial arts manual of the Demonic Sect, considered one of the Four Great Martial Arts Classics alongside the *Compassionate Sword Manual*, the *Longevity Technique*, and the *Commentary on the Water Classic*. Unfortunately, due to certain reasons, it was divided into ten parts, and although he only possessed one, the *Arrogant Ice Technique* he mastered from it propelled him to the top three in the underworld. For many years, he had wanted to know what level of mastery it would take to complete the *Heavenly Demon Record*. However, collecting the complete set is extremely difficult, as no one knows where the other nine copies are, and no one would be foolish enough to hold up a sign saying, "I have it!" Murong Bingyue's innate superiority and cunning, cold personality, coupled with the fact that she already possessed three copies of the "Heavenly Demon Record," fueled a strong anticipation in him. The day when he could collect the complete "Heavenly Demon Record" might be approaching, so he gave Bingyue his copy without saying much. He knew that Bingyue, upon obtaining the "Heavenly Demon Record," would kill to silence witnesses, and used a peculiar technique to feign severing her own heart meridian.

My appearance was an accident for him. A person with no martial arts skills had gone unnoticed by him, Zhang Wei, and Bingyue. The only explanation was that I was not an ordinary person. The aura of coexistence with heaven and earth, coupled with my actions of digging his grave and not coveting the precious sword, deeply moved him. Since he could never return to his former state in this life, he simply passed on his entire body of the Arrogant Ice Technique to me. In other words, I already knew one-tenth of the "Heavenly Demon Record" without practicing, and I possessed decades of internal energy.

The old man in red didn't reveal where he went at the end, but repeatedly warned against telling anyone, otherwise it would attract those who coveted the "Heavenly Demon Record." In my current state, I couldn't possibly protect myself; I might even fall into their hands and suffer a fate worse than death!

That means I'm a martial arts master, but why don't I feel anything? I jumped up and punched a small hardwood table. The "Proud Ice Divine Skill" from the Heavenly Demon Record unleashed its power on me for the first time. The table remained intact, but my hand was slightly swollen. No way! This blow was like someone who had just found a fortune suddenly discovering it was all a dream!

Utter despair—this is my current state…

**************** Murong Bingyue, heavens!

We appeared at the Zhang family's gate at the same time, but I went inside, while he came out.

I wonder if you've ever been very close to a fierce, unchained German Shepherd. I couldn't feel my heartbeat, and my knees were burning... Sensing something was wrong, Murong Bingyue smiled slightly at me, still as elegant and carefree as ever.

"Young man, do you recognize me?"

"I've never seen such a radiant and handsome man before, young master. I'm completely dumbfounded..." So he wasn't here to see me after all. I thought he had discovered something! I was startled, and a huge weight lifted from my heart. I quickly blurted out my praise. Everyone likes to hear compliments! Sure enough, Murong Bingyue showed an "I see" expression. It seems he's confident in his appearance.

"Hua Yu, this is Young Master Murong Bingyue, the Jade Swordsman, one of the Eight Outstanding Young Masters of the Righteous Path among the current generation." Zhang Wei's voice came from behind Murong Bingyue. If I remember correctly, this was the first time Zhang Wei had spoken to me, but I felt no joy, because I could hear the high regard she held for Bingyue!

"Oh, so it's Hero Murong."

I bowed slightly and made way for them. They didn't seem particularly interested in me either. I then entered the Zhang family compound and watched Zhang Wei and Murong Bingyue leave, chatting and laughing, completely indifferent to me. A feeling of self-pity rose within me.

If only Zhang Wei treated me like that! A little while later, Zhang Wei returned, but went straight to her room and closed the door. According to Amei, Zhang Wei had instructed that she needed to meditate and practice her martial arts, and no one was to disturb her.

The morning passed in this state of mental turmoil.

In the afternoon, Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu asked me to go to the neighboring Liu Family Town to watch a play. Actually, we kids don't really understand those kinds of things; we just like to join in the fun and buy some snacks.

Thinking about Zhang Wei's attitude towards Bingyue, I had no desire to go: "Uncle Zhang, did you agree to let you go?" "My dad went to the city for a business deal and won't be back for several days. Are you really not going? Xiao Liu and the others are going too." Xiao Liu's name is Liu Qian; she's the daughter of another wealthy man in town, Master Liu. Zhang Wen seems to have a bit of a thing for her.

"I'm not going. Old Monk Tianyi said it's my turn to clean today." "Okay then, we'll bring you food back. Tonight, if we don't come back, please sleep in our room so your sister won't find out, okay?" "No problem, but you have to come back early tomorrow."

This isn't the first time I've done this, but before, I lied to Master Zhang.

In the dead of night, I lay in Wenwu's room, my mind a jumbled mess, though I couldn't quite place what I was thinking. It kept revolving around Zhang Wei. For some reason, I had a feeling she would fall for Bingyue, because Murong Bingyue was handsome, skilled in martial arts, and one of the Eight Heroes… And me? From the first time I saw Zhang Wei, I fantasized about marrying her. Although it seemed unattainable, the thought that she might fall for someone else still pained me.

Most of the time, my feelings guided me to a solution, but this longing for her always left me bewildered.

Confused and lost in thought, I got up and went to the courtyard, gazing at the starry sky.

It was late; most of the Zhang family's servants were already asleep. A cool night breeze gently caressed me. Without realizing it, I drew closer to Zhang Wei's room—a solitary little house with carved beams and blue bricks, a tall osmanthus tree standing beside it on the left.

In late autumn, when the osmanthus blossoms are in full bloom, the bamboo grove in the backyard grows taller than the surrounding low wall, swaying in the night breeze, rustling and releasing a faint, fresh fragrance. Sparse shadows

slant across the clear, shallow water; a subtle fragrance drifts in the twilight.

The red-lacquered door remains tightly shut; Zhang Wei is not asleep. The light inside is still on. What am I doing here? I don't know. I just wanted to come and see. Even if I did

, what difference would it make? I haven't heard her zither music for several days. In a few more days, she'll be back in that secluded, cloud-shrouded retreat. Thoughts are strange things; the more you try to think, the more uncontrollable they become. Quietly, I walked to her window and peeked through a crack.

Zhang Wei sat on the bed, shrouded in a thin white mist, her captivating eyes closed. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her beautiful face, adding a touch of pitiful vulnerability and a hint of allure, a stark contrast to her usual pure and aloof demeanor. She no longer seemed so ethereal and unapproachable.

It turned out that her duel with the Red Elder had also left her quite wounded.

Zhang Wei wore a white, tight-fitting undergarment, a red strap adorning her chest with a crescent-shaped ornament. Her heavy breathing caused her breasts to bulge, two large semicircles appearing and disappearing, their tips clearly distinct from the rest of her body. With each breath, they seemed to jut outwards, causing my penis to suddenly and inexplicably swell, rising sharply and quickly creating a small hill in my pants, like a wooden stick. An intense, uncontrollable feeling of oppression washed over me; I felt like I needed to urinate. It was truly unbelievable!

"Ugh..."

Zhang Wei lurched forward, vomiting a mouthful of black blood, then collapsed onto the bed, motionless.

Without a second thought, I pushed open the half-closed window and jumped in, frantically shaking her body:

"Sister Zhang, Sister Zhang, what's wrong!"

The cold night wind chilled me to the bone, while Zhang Wei's body was burning hot. A closer look revealed fine beads of sweat on her forehead and neck, her brows tightly closed, and faint traces of blood at the corner of her mouth. She had clearly fainted. Without thinking, I frantically grabbed a towel, soaked it in a copper basin in the corner, and carefully wiped away her sweat. My heart pounded as my fingers touched her delicate face. Looking down, I saw her areolas and the small nipple peeking out from under her white undergarment, and my heart skipped a beat.

[The End]

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