Atop the main peak of Earth Lung Mountain, which resembled a jade tablet, stood the Ancestral Hall of the Flowery Sun Palace.

Not far from the side of the Ancestral Hall, where the founding patriarch had once lived in a thatched hut while studying, had gradually expanded into a private residence, a collection of buildings. By the time it was passed down to the previous Palace Master, Gao Gu, it had become a tradition of “the virtuous residing there, inheriting the Daoist legacy.” Whoever became the Palace Master could move their family there, making it both a Daoist sanctum and a family home. When Gao Gu ascended to the position, he moved out of the old sanctum and took residence here. However, because Gao Gu had no family or offspring, the sanctum remained unusually deserted.

Regardless of how much the residence expanded or how many times its owner changed, the main building, the Myriad Scroll Library, with its vast collection of spiritual books and secret manuals, remained dominant. The plaque reading “Grandest Sight Under Heaven” was no exaggeration.

Mao Chui had been brought up the mountain by Gao Gu and was stationed here as a gatekeeper.

A flash of sword light, and a graceful figure stood poised, the sound of the longsword returning to its scabbard echoing like the clear chirping of a young phoenix.

It was none other than the newly ascended Sword Immortal, the leader of the Flowery Sun Palace’s Sword Immortal lineage, Nan Qiang.

Yin Xian’s face lit up with joy, and he bowed to congratulate her. After all, with this, their sect had gained a Great Sword Immortal.

Nan Qiang returned the greeting with a smile, also performing the Daoist bow. Yin Xian’s gesture was formal, while the female cultivator’s was more unrestrained.

Nan Qiang first addressed Mao Chui as “Daoist White Bone,” then hesitated before addressing him as “Palace Master.”

Mao Chui didn’t seem to mind.

Throughout the history of Earth Lung Mountain, many extraordinary individuals and high-achieving Daoists had emerged, and the Ancestral Hall contained numerous portraits of Heavenly Sovereigns. However, only a handful could be considered Sword Immortals. Therefore, Nan Qiang’s successful ascension during this particular year, adding combat strength to the Daoist lineage, could be seen as a good omen for the Flowery Sun Palace, signifying that their recent fortunes had not been greatly affected by the passing of their master.

Mao Chui’s thoughts, likely influenced by his long time amongst commoners, still carried a hint of earthiness.

The Daoist officials in the mountain had long been accustomed to the female cultivator Nan Qiang’s elegant sword mastery.

These ordinary sights were the stuff of legends outside the mountains.

Following the gazes of Palace Master Mao and Heavenly Sovereign Yin, Nan Qiang casually glanced at the scenery on the mountain path, without paying much attention. She curiously asked, “Is there any definite news about when Sword Immortal Nie will visit the Flowery Sun Palace?”

Mao Chui shook his head.

Nie Bixia was currently traveling through the wilderness with Zhang Fenghai, establishing her own sect.

Yin Xian carefully instructed, “Ascending from Jade Purity to Immortal is a major hurdle. This time, the Guarding Mountain Pavilion helped protect her, and the kindness and karma are significant. Head Nun Nan, do not act rashly. I have a few jars of rare immortal wine that are presentable. They were obtained by Uncle-Master Chu during his early travels, from the remains of an ancient Earth Immortal who achieved immortality. Every jar drunk is one less, and once they’re gone, there will be no more. You can use them to entertain the honored guest…”

“No need to waste Heavenly Sovereign Yin’s wine. My Daoist friend from outside the mountain has a strange quirk. I’ve seen people who love wine, but never one who sees a demon the moment they smell it.”

Nan Qiang quickly waved her hand and explained with a smile, “The reason I asked is that he has long admired Sword Immortal Nie and is waiting here for her, helping me guard my breakthrough is just a coincidence.”

Mao Chui smiled. The young Immortal, with a promising future, was truly interested in something other than the wine. The problem was that Nan Qiang was unromantic and unappreciative of his affection.

Nie Bixia, from Yan Province, was a reclusive Immortal with superb swordsmanship, but her natal lamp had always been placed in the main hall of the Flowery Sun Palace.

For three thousand years, there had been no news of her. It was through this lamp that the outside world could confirm that Nie Bixia had not died and reincarnated.

During this recent selection, Nie Bixia unexpectedly entered the list of ten candidates. The mountain became even more curious, wondering if Nie Bixia had been hiding in a Daoist temple on Earth Lung Mountain, secretly seeking an opportunity to merge with the Dao.

There were also unsubstantiated rumors that Nie Bixia and Gao Gu had once had feelings for each other on their path to cultivation, but fate had kept them apart.

However, even though they didn’t become Daoist partners, they could entrust their lives to each other, so Lu Bixia had placed her natal lamp in Gao Gu’s Flowery Sun Palace.

On the mountain path, a young man wiped his mouth with a longing expression, saying in a heavy local accent, “Sister, I heard that the fish in the mountain pond and the bamboo shoots on the road are both exceptional, unlike ordinary mountain delicacies. Just thinking about them makes my mouth water. I wonder if this arduous climb will earn us a taste of these delicacies.”

A young woman wearing a veiled hat with exquisite floral designs laughed softly and scolded, “Glutton!”

The young nobleman from the Yang family of Hongnong looked around.

The Daoists of this mountain enter the mountains to dig for winter bamboo shoots, selecting only the best. After the spring thaw, the emerging bamboo shoots always take this path, bursting forth from the earth as if seeking revenge, each one armored, coming here to flaunt their power.

The Daoist triumphs, peeling the sheath like removing armor. The bamboo shoot meat is as white as snow, extraordinarily tender. Stewed in a pot with salted pork, the taste is so delicious that words fail. The diners can only feel ashamed, their chopsticks moving incessantly.

Nan Qiang’s gaze lingered on the woman wearing the veiled hat on the mountain path, and she eagerly tried to “It is said that the Hongnong Yang family’s methods of concealing one’s fate and fortune are unparalleled. I just achieved a breakthrough, so I might as well test their depth?”

Yin Xian repeatedly dissuaded her, “Head Nun Nan, this is improper and should not be done.”

This group of extremely valuable descendants of the Hongnong Yang family, traveling together to enjoy the scenery, would surely have experts protecting them in secret.

Nan Qiang smiled, seemingly not abandoning the idea. Besides her current high realm, she also possessed a unique ancient secret technique, capable of breaking through the concealment without anyone noticing. She wouldn’t actually do anything, would she?

The world knows that the Hongnong Yang family produced a stunningly beautiful woman, even to the eyes of mountain cultivators. It is said that those seeking her hand in marriage have broken down her threshold in recent years.

There were even more mystical rumors, claiming that a passing expert in physiognomy had predicted that she would become Empress Dowager, and eventually become an Empress. If that were the case, whoever married her would have something to talk about. Her life would naturally be the most fortunate life on Earth, but what about the man who married her as his wife? And the family to which that man belonged?

There were many opinions, all painting her as the most beautiful woman in the human world for thousands of years, as if all the men under the heavens were waiting for her to grow up.
Nan Qiang, of course, didn’t believe it. He didn’t believe such a thing existed in the world, nor did he believe that such a woman existed among mortals.

Mao Zhui, however, knew of this matter. It must be Zou Zi’s doing.

As for what this woman truly looked like, Mao Zhui didn’t feel that a skeleton contemplating life and death should concern himself with such matters.

For cultivators, wasn’t “eternal life” the greatest “beauty”?

To hear the Dao in the morning, one could die content in the evening.

Glimpsing the Dao was like the fleeting beauty of the epiphyllum flower.

Nan Qiang suspected that the woman who was praised as “seizing the creation of heaven and earth, vying for the colors of all spirits” was currently hidden within their group.

Mao Zhui seemed to guess Nan Qiang’s thoughts and said indifferently, “Others may not know, but one should always be self-aware.”

Seeing that the Palace Lord had given him such a hint, Nan Qiang had no choice but to give up.

When dealing with Mao Zhui, the first impression was that this young Daoist was majestic and truly tall. Speaking to him at close range was quite intimidating.

So-called “fate at first sight” was simply seeing someone and knowing instantly whether they were “one of them” or “one of us.”

The Patriarch was aloof and too ethereal, seeing him cleansed one of worldly desires, making even cultivators feel ashamed of themselves.

Daoist Mao Zhui, on the other hand, was too human. Bringing him into the deep mountains was like moving a bustling marketplace to the mountaintop.

Yin Xian was relieved that Nan Qiang had abandoned that plan. This swordplay leader, who managed the affairs of Great Tree Temple, had a “natural” personality, and even their master didn’t dare let her go down the mountain casually.

The master didn’t manage mundane affairs much, only instructing Yin Xian, his direct disciple, to report certain matters to him. Among them were Nan Qiang’s travels and the results of Gao Fu’s debates.

Nan Qiang looked towards the courtyard wall. She didn’t come here often, after all, this was the private Daoist retreat of the Grand Patriarch, more forbidden than a forbidden area. Like most registered Daoist officials of Earth Lung Mountain, from the first day she entered the mountain, she had been looking up to the Patriarch whose Daoist name was “Giant Peak.”

Daoist Gao Gu, aloof and solitary, seemed to be the mountain within Earth Lung Mountain, the true summit. Wherever Gao Gu was, that was where the peak was.

The snow-white courtyard wall wasn’t high, like an ordinary residence at the foot of the mountain. Several peony plants were transplanted inside, with over a hundred blossoms in vibrant colors, peeking over the wall.

Nearby was a “Carefree Pavilion” used for watching fish, said to be built by Grand Patriarch Gao Gu himself.

In the past, this world-renowned “young Daoist” often stood alone by the water, gazing at a painting of a large fish diving into the depths.

Perhaps because he had too few friends with whom he could confide, this Daoist always went his own way, regardless of whether he was on the mountain or off.

The pines and cypresses were ancient, with lush branches and leaves, their bark like dragon scales. Pedestrians stood in their shade to escape the heat, turning green in the light. The water in the nearby pool was extremely clear, with swimming fish and aquatic plants, appearing as if they were floating in the air.

The fish-watching pavilion, which served to connect the mountains and waters, stood alone. Dozens of large fish were raised in the pool, and according to the story, whenever a friend visited, the host would catch a fish to entertain them.

Hailing from a remote small kingdom in Ruzhou, his hometown was an obscure county. Gao Gu was of ordinary origin, a fisherman from a family that had lived by the water for generations.

Therefore, Gao Gu often chose snowy weather for his excursions, becoming an old fisherman in a small boat, wearing a straw raincoat and hat, and cooking wine and stewing fish alone.

Perhaps it was because the Daoists dwelling in the mountains were skilled at refining qi and nourishing their spirits. Regarding the death of Grand Patriarch Gao Gu through dissolution, even though Earth Lung Mountain was shocked and the disciples of the Hua Yang Palace were all grief-stricken, they, like Yin Tianjun, hardly showed it on their faces.

She wouldn’t feel any heart-wrenching pain, just a faint sadness.

She always felt that a true Daoist like Grand Patriarch Gao Gu should have lived for another ten thousand years.

Only when that person was gone did she realize that she had never truly known him.

All of them were far too reverent of Grand Patriarch Gao Gu. They always felt that this immortal among immortals was eternally pure and desireless, always unsmiling, with an unparalleled icy spirit.

Whenever Grand Patriarch Gao Gu participated in the Ancestral Hall council, the entire hall seemed to grow several degrees colder.

What Yin Xian was thinking about was a tiny old memory.

A few young Daoist children secretly ran out of the Daoist temple at night. They had long been eyeing a senior brother’s vegetable garden, gathering together to steal cucumbers and bake sweet potatoes. During that time, they encountered an unfamiliar young Daoist official. They stared at each other, both sides looking awkward. One of the clever children thought that if they wanted to avoid being caught stealing, they should all become thieves together, inviting the Daoist, who looked like a senior brother in age, to have a late-night snack together to fill their stomachs.

In the darkness of the night, the firelight illuminated the children’s bright eyes, as if they were saying, “If you eat our food, then you’ll be obligated not to tell the master and abbot, or else we’ll be punished!”

That Daoist temple was a branch of the Emerald Micro Palace, located in a secluded area on the back mountain of the secondary peak, where the incense was neither particularly good nor particularly bad.

Yin Xian and the two direct disciples of the branch temple were watching that scene from afar, not daring to disturb their respective masters or patriarchs.

The Daoist and the bonfire were like two balls of fire.

Mao Zhui, however, was thinking of an old calendar page.

Gao Gu’s senior brother and junior brother were both swordsmen, and were the first patriarchs who founded the Emerald Micro Palace and Great Tree Temple respectively.

Three thousand years ago, in the Vast Lands, there was a dragon-slaying campaign triggered by the intentional use of “Heaven’s Disgust” as a theme that caused the land to sink. In the Azure Heavens, there was also a calamity of their own, involving the Daoization of a state by a pseudo-fifteenth extra-terrestrial demon. Yu Dou led the charge, wielding his sword to subdue the demon. In that battle, which involved all the high-ranking Daoist officials of the Jade White Capital, Daoists stood in the sky like a ring of green cranes, besieging a state. Although the extra-terrestrial demon was ultimately suppressed, it still resulted in “a state sinking into the sea.” And Gao Gu’s two fellow disciples perished in that battle. Including Gao Gu, these promising talents who were most hoped for by the Hua Yang Palace were willing to go proactively, without being summoned by the Jade White Capital, to defend the world for the sake of all living beings.

Later generations couldn’t even imagine that Daoist Gao Gu’s most respected person in his life was once Yu Dou.

In the “Land Sink” campaign, just because Jade White Capital’s Headmaster Yu was in charge of the overall situation, Gao Gu resolutely risked his life to go.

On a road in Earth Lung Mountain, outside a Daoist temple where students were doing their homework, a group of people stopped by a trellis on the mountain road to rest, drink tea, and listen to Daoist ballads.

In a remote county of Yingchuan Prefecture, an old man called Chang Bo and a lively young man named Chen Cong swept the ground in the twilight in a small Daoist temple whose incense was just beginning to pick up.

An ancient state collapsed into a large lake, and an extra-terrestrial demon, which had repeatedly fled and hidden, and whose tracks had been repeatedly discovered by the sunken land, had to appear here. It shook its sleeves vigorously, trying to scatter the “tenuous” golden Daoist rhymes, and gnashed its teeth, “Jade White Capital is truly wicked, pity my state has sunk into a watery realm. Land Sink, you are too deceitful, then don’t blame me for overturning the heavens and earth.”
A Daoist with a lotus crown atop his head, possessed a Dharma Body that was truly worthy of the title “sky-piercing and earth-supporting.” He smiled and said, “If this poor Daoist does not agree, you simply cannot accomplish it.”

Three villages of different surnames were nestled amidst mountains, the winding yellow dirt paths following the streams outwards. Year after year, the sounds of chickens and dogs filled the air, and plumes of cooking smoke curled towards the heavens.

Liu Xiang mentioned wanting to visit the village school, and Ning Ji said he had the key. Zhao Shuxia then pointed out that it was almost time for the midday meal, so he suggested Ning Ji lead the two gentlemen to look around the school first, while he went ahead to start cooking. Ning Ji could then bring them over later. Zhao Shuxia didn’t forget to apologize to the two gentlemen for the inadequate hospitality. Seeing that Zheng Juzhong didn’t object, Liu Xiang agreed with a smile, saying he would be intruding.

Watching the tall, slender back of the young martial artist, Liu Xiang commented, “He is adaptable.”

Zheng Juzhong said, “Having seen the world broadens one’s perspective.”

Liu Xiang, with a sense of realization, said, “Lu Chen is right. The biggest problem with Confucianism is its unwillingness to delve deeply into the human heart.”

Zheng Juzhong remained silent. Liu Xiang’s biggest problem was his penchant for focusing on the shortcomings of Confucianism. The entire Azure Billow Heaven was naturally suppressed by the Dao Ancestor, leaving him only the option of being a pure martial artist on Leap Month Peak. The barbaric sundials were even less of a consideration.

Liu Xiang asked with a smile, “Indeed, one shouldn’t complain about the lack of delicacies when one’s stomach is full. Are you implying that I don’t appreciate the blessings I have?”

Zheng Juzhong said, “Since it’s your problem, it is naturally a problem of Confucianism. How is it that Mencius’s saying ‘If one does not succeed, turn inward and examine oneself’ is not a frank and clear discussion of the human heart? It seems that we scholars are just illiterate.”

Lu Chen’s claim of Liu Xiang’s rivalry with the Sage was merely superficial. Liu Xiang’s Great Dao had long since converged and merged with the orthodox Confucian teachings, making it impossible to distinguish them clearly.

Considering the advantageous positions of the five of them, aside from Feng Yuanxiao’s young Daoist age, Hao Ran Liu Xiang was indeed the most carefree, unburdened as he wandered the world.

Even Liu Xiang, as open-minded as he was, didn’t enjoy inviting scolding, so he immediately changed the subject, picking up a thread and saying, “Regarding Heavenly Capital Peak…”

Zheng Juzhong nodded and said, “Once the Li Zhu Grotto Heaven took root, it was as good as settled. Lu Shen finally accepted his fate, admitting he had no other way out. He had to lower himself and personally seek another opportunity in the small town. Lu Shen is aware that if he misses another two or three hundred years, he will have no hope of attaining the Dao. By then, even if Master Zou were to step aside, Lu Shen still wouldn’t go far.”

Liu Xiang couldn’t help but chuckle, commenting, “Like tacking a dog’s tail onto a sable coat.”

Zheng Juzhong shook his head and said, “Even back when it was still the Li Zhu Grotto Heaven, the geographical advantage wasn’t on Lu Shen’s side. Once the Grotto Heaven descended into a Blessed Land, that’s where the opportunity lay. Cultivators must always seek a glimmer of hope. Those proficient in fate cannot allow themselves to be calculated to death.”

Liu Xiang smiled and said, “The Lu clan of the Central Earth Yin-Yang school meticulously planned a scheme, using Mountain Lord Chen and Fallen Mountain as coordinates. It seemed like a futile search, but in reality, the direction was correct. However, Lu Shen seemed to lack a bit of luck, and this subtle difference led to a world of difference.”

Zheng Juzhong said, “He misjudged people, used them improperly. It’s his own fault, a failed effort. If his own Dao strength is insufficient, he cannot blame Master Zou for blocking his path.”

Liu Xiang said, “Lu Wei was already the best candidate the Lu clan could offer at the time, a fly clinging to a swift horse, a considerable opportunity. Lu Shen, as the head of the Lu clan, couldn’t possibly enter the game himself. At the time, Lu Shen’s choice seemed perfectly reasonable.”

Clan Head Lu Shen was constrained by Master Zou, constantly blocked outside the threshold of the Fourteenth Realm, stagnating for too long, his unparalleled skills unable to connect with heaven and earth.

Zheng Juzhong shook his head and said, “In the end, it was because Lu Shen was complacent back then, believing he had glimpsed the secrets of heaven. He knew Master Zou’s strength, but deep down, he still underestimated Master Zou’s Dao power. Those who aspire to prove the Dao cannot tolerate even a sliver of wishful thinking.”

Liu Xiang asked, “Does Mister Zheng seem to have a generally low opinion of Lu Shen?”

Zheng Juzhong said, “Not low at all.”

Liu Xiang suddenly started laughing to himself, recalling a similar literary anecdote, involving Embroidered Tiger and the old Master Li. Cui Chan had annotated that world-renowned book in his youth, pointing out many details. Someone argued with him, defending Master Li, but Cui Chan said that if a book wanted to offend his eyes, it must first be worthy of entering his eyes. The implication was simple: being willing to criticize you was in itself a form of praise, and you shouldn’t be ungrateful.

When these words reached Master Li’s ears, the old man didn’t say anything.

During the last assembly at the Confucian Temple, Chen Pingan had discussed this matter with the old gentleman, who was skilled in both civil and martial arts. In reality, Master Li still mistakenly believed that it was the young Hidden Official’s senior brother, Zuo You, who greatly admired that book.

Liu Xiang suddenly asked, “Why do you think those sword cultivators don’t hate Chen Qingdu?”

Zheng Juzhong said, “They dare not.”

Mi Yu, previously invited by Wei Bo to protect the female cultivators of Changchun Palace, had encountered an old Qi Refinement cultivator seeking help in a dream, needing to use external forces to undergo corpse liberation and escape the tribulation.

Another example was Wang Jia, a cultivator with the Daoist title Void Sovereign in Fuyu Continent, who deliberately pretended to be an Ascendant Realm cultivator, intentionally provoking Song Ping and his group of Sword Immortals with words and actions, thereby involving Chen Pingan and the Sword Qi Great Wall, ultimately attracting Ning Yao and attempting to use her sword to dissolve his body.

Such things were rarely seen on the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Many young sword cultivators simply died when their tribulations arrived.

Even a sword cultivator like Mi Yu, whose realm was not low back then, didn’t know about concepts like karmic tribulations, tribulation responses, and ways to escape tribulations. But these were common knowledge among cultivators in Haoran.

They probably wouldn’t bother to care even if they knew, and wouldn’t take it seriously. Even if they did know, and did care, would it be of any use?

Mi Yu and his ilk were completely ignorant, but Sun Juyuan and the others were fully aware.

Liu Xiang hesitated for a moment and said, “Huang Zhen is not easy to deal with. After all, he is a Fourteenth Realm sword cultivator who has attained the purity of the ‘Pure’ character, and he has had a miraculous encounter.”

Speaking of this, even Liu Xiang, who was accustomed to seeing all kinds of strange and wonderful existences, couldn’t help but repeat, “A miraculous encounter.”

Of course, Liu Xiang had selfish motives. Huang Zhen was, after all, a figure who had emerged from the Li Zhu Grotto Heaven, and he focused on cultivation. Considering the “present” node, and looking at the long future of a thousand years, Huang Zhen had always focused on refining his sword, with almost no impact on the world. He didn’t found a sect, and didn’t even take disciples. Liu Xiang certainly wouldn’t dislike such a person dedicated to the pursuit of the Dao.
In this matter, Huang Zhen and Chen Ping An, who had already become mortal enemies, along with Zheng Juzhong, were all considered people of the Vast Expanse in Liu Xiang’s eyes. They were all flesh of his flesh, and it would be best if they lived separately, like estranged brothers. Since their relationship was bad, why fight to the death? It was just that Huang Zhen was too obsessed, and after attaining enlightenment, he had been entangled with Chen Ping An for too long. It was like a man from a humble background who had struggled to build a wealthy family fortune, needing to viciously compensate for his miserable childhood in order to find some relief.

Zheng Juzhong said, “I will be careful.”

That was why he would first go to the Night Navigation Ship to borrow those two natal flying swords from Bai Jing.

Liu Xiang was silent, which meant Huang Zhen needed to be even more careful.

Surpassing the Fourteenth Realm was not difficult, but killing a Fourteenth Realm cultivator was extremely difficult. Therefore, to completely obliterate a pure sword cultivator of the Fourteenth Realm, the difficulty was imaginable.

Neither side used heart-to-heart communication, so Ning Ji heard everything clearly.

Ning Ji felt that Mr. Liu was an ancient person, while Mr. Zheng was more like a Confucian teacher.

Zheng Juzhong said, “Ning Ji, don’t just read books. Books can enlighten, but they can also fool. Scholars must know how to use books. Since studying is destined to be hard, books should be used for my benefit.”

Ning Ji nodded knowingly. His eldest senior brother had said something similar, that one must read through the book, and the “through” in “read through ten thousand volumes” had two meanings. One was the literal meaning, and the other was to say that one must thoroughly understand each book, knowing which words were the author’s true feelings, which were insincere words against his will, which were sharp and revealing, not conforming to the world, which were compromises and concessions made to the world, which were written with a smile, which were written with a frown, which were the low and wandering thoughts, trying to find kindred spirits outside the book, and which were the self-descriptions of the teacher hiding his thoughts…

Together they walked towards the village school. Along the way, Liu Xiang saw an old osmanthus tree in the mountain.

Liu Xiang asked, “Ning Ji, after reading books, what do you want to do most?”

Ning Ji was a little shy and whispered, “Eldest Senior Sister and Eldest Senior Brother have both hinted to me that I should first pass the imperial examinations, the prefectural examination, the provincial examination, and the metropolitan examination, breaking through the barriers like a bamboo shoot splitting.”

Pei Qian hoped that Ning Ji, this junior brother, could win the top scholar title, so that Cao Qinglang wouldn’t be so cocky. The White Goose felt that Ning Ji was a seed for studying and could both study and cultivate, and then win all three top titles in the examinations, making the Master happy.

Liu Xiang smiled slightly, “No need to be embarrassed. Mr. Zheng, do you think so too?”

Zheng Juzhong looked at the osmanthus tree in the mountain and nodded.

The road of life, when and where, is not about rushing to the examination hall day and night.

Learning, livelihood, marriage, children’s success, seeking sagehood, seeking immortality, seeking Buddhahood, seeking enlightenment. May the flowers be in full bloom, the moon be round, and people live long, and may all of you be able to pluck the osmanthus.