Li Sha, the youngest monk in Monk Lu's group, quietly approached Ye Lan and asked in a low voice as if jokingly: "The three female Taoist friends are like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with their own strengths. Brother Ye Lan, who are you going to give this flower to?"
Although the spiritual consciousness of the cultivators was severely suppressed in the mountains, Li Sha's expression was full of teasing. He even deliberately glanced at the three female cultivators while speaking. One could guess his meaning just by looking at his expression. The three of them discussed in a low voice for a few words, and the youngest one stood up and said generously: "Daoyou Ye, the three of us love this lotus very much. Can you give it to us?"
As she spoke, she spread out a beautiful palm and waited for him to hand the flower to her.
Ye Lan stood there holding the flower, feeling a little awkward. He didn't want to hold such a lotus, and he didn't want to compete with the female cultivator for a flower; but the teacher who was usually very quiet rarely had any thoughts, and maybe this flower could help him complete his soul, so he couldn't give up easily.
He quickly made a choice, holding the lotus stem covered with thorns tightly, and apologized to the three people: "Excuse me, I (my teacher Qingyue Divine Lord) like this flower, and I also want to take a good look at it (to see if there is anything strange about it), so I can't give it to you three Taoist friends."
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