The warm spring breeze blows, and there is no clue to find spiritual fate and spiritual luck, like looking for a needle in a haystack, all by fate, if you meet it, it's okay, if you can't meet it, you don't know where to go.

They looked around, walked all the way through strange roads, looked at strange landscapes, looked at all kinds of strange passers-by. They asked the passers-by, and all of them shook their heads after hearing this, saying that they had never heard of spiritual fate and spiritual luck.

"At a young age, he begged for so much silver and gave it to his master to drink. Several men had noticed not far away from the beginning, and the little boy had received some silver from the butterfly and quartz.

The men blocked the boy's path, and the boy shook his head and clutched the money bag tightly in his hand. But in the end, it was robbed by these men, and after these men took out the silver in the money bag they had robbed, they threw the empty money bag back to the little boy, and the little boy tore with the men, trying to get back the silver they had robbed, but they were pushed to the ground by the men, so the men ran away. The little boy chased after him desperately.

Everyone was full of melancholy, standing in those unknown street markets. The men ran past them, bumped into them, looked at them a few times, and ran forward.

"Hey, hit me. Shi Ziying looked at the men who ran over and stomped his feet in anger.

Shortly after the men ran past, the little boy caught up with him. He was panting and his face was flushed.

"What's wrong?" they saw as the little boy ran towards him.

The little boy stopped, holding the empty money bag in his hand, and everyone instantly understood whether the people just now had robbed the little boy of the silver in the money bag, so they chased after him, and saw that the group of people were still running in front, Xia Gongzi jumped and took off, with his back to the people who were running.

"Where are you going to run?" Xia Gongzi turned around and looked at the men who were running over.

"I said, where did this come from? These people stopped running and looked at Xia Gongzi obliquely.

"Did you rob that kid of the money in his money bag?" Xia Gongzi fanned the paper fan and looked at the group of men with thieves and eyes.

"What's the matter? Can you manage it?" the men clenched their fists as they spoke, and rushed up together, Xia Gongzi flew up, dodging their fists, and Xia Gongzi, who was hanging in mid-air, drew out a spiritual light from the paper fan and knocked these people to the ground. Xia Gongzi walked towards them, and they moved back on the ground.

At this time, the butterflies and the others walked behind these people together, and when these people saw that there was no way out, they had no choice but to return the silver they had just snatched to the little boy. Then these people wanted to run, but they were still knocked to the ground by Xia Gongzi.

"Childe, spare your life. We won't dare next time. These men looked at Xia Gongzi, who had super spiritual power, and couldn't find any chance to fight back, so they had to beg Xia Gongzi for mercy, but Xia Gongzi looked at the little boy, and the little boy said let them go. The men fled.

The little boy took the silver in his hand, returned the broken silver to the butterfly, and returned a piece of silver to Quartz Jun, but the butterfly and the quartz jun did not take the silver returned by the little boy.

"Take it, go buy something good. The butterfly looked at the little boy with kindness in her eyes. After saying goodbye to the little boy, they walked back to the front.

But as they walked, they found that the little boy was following them again. The butterfly turned and looked at the little boy, who pointed to a mountain village.

"Your house?" Butterfly looked at the little boy's big eyes.

The little boy nodded, and then pulled the corner of the butterfly's clothes with his hand, Shi Ziying looked disgusted on the side, thinking that the little boy's dirty hand was pulled on the corner of the shirt, but fortunately it was the corner of the butterfly's shirt. The little boy tugged at the corner of the butterfly's coat and pointed in that direction.

"Do you want us to take you home?" Seeing that the little boy did not let go of his hand, he tugged at the corner of his shirt and walked in the direction of his fingers.

The little boy nodded, and they followed the little boy in the direction of the finger.

It was a wasteland where dead trees and weeds grew, with a dilapidated thatched hut and some greens in the fence of the yard.

The little boy pushed open the door and saw his critically ill mother coughing on the bed, while the woman's body glowed red. There were a lot of empty wine jars in the room, which made Xia Gongzi have many doubts in his heart.

"Lingyuan?" At this time, the phoenix divine robe also began to glow with a faint red light. The butterfly looked at the phoenix god robe in the baggage. Remembering what Aunt Guo said, when you meet a spiritual relationship with you, the phoenix divine clothes will shine accordingly.

"Water. The little boy looked at his mother's white lips and immediately ran over to pick up the water on the table and drink it for his mother.

The woman opened her eyes and looked at the strange people in front of her, and said intermittently, "Who are they?"

"Mother, they are just met by me. The little boy looked at them, and then turned to his mother in the hospital bed.

"How can you take a stranger home casually, my mother has already told you not to contact anyone. The woman coughed a few times.

The woman got up from the bed, put on her shoes and stood up, staring at the butterfly as the red light on the woman's body had not faded.

"We're just passing through here, we're not bad guys. The butterfly looked at the woman and said.

"Mother, they are really not bad people, you see they still give me so much silver. So saying, the little boy took out the money.

"I didn't tell you you you can't take other people's money. Give them back quickly. Saying that, the woman returned the money bag in her son's hand to the butterfly, but the butterfly refused to take back the silver, and after repeatedly refusing, the woman had no choice but to accept the silver.

"Mother, you are sick like this, why hasn't my father come to see us since I was born? Didn't you say that my father is coming back soon? Why hasn't he come back yet?" the little boy looked at his mother's coughing and looked pity.

"Qi'er, your father ....." The woman's sad eyes seemed to be full of stories. But he couldn't open his mouth to say it.

"Mother, didn't you say that you were waiting for someone destined to appear? The little boy pointed to the butterfly's baggage, and the woman looked over and found that the light on the butterfly's baggage was the same as the light on her own spiritual relationship.

"My name is Han Sumu. Han Sumu remembered that there was a hexagram master who said, wait here, wait until the person who is related to the spirit appears, and this person can fulfill his wish to meet the person he wants to see.

"I want to meet someone. I don't know where he is? Can you help me?" Han Sumu walked over and grabbed Mu Butterfly's hand, and Mu Butterfly looked at Han Su Mu's eyes.

"Who are you going to let me help you meet?" the butterfly looked at Han Sumu's pitiful eyes.

"My husband. Han Sumu paused before saying these words.

"Okay, I promise you, but after fulfilling your wish, can you give me your spiritual fate?" Mu Butterfly looked at Han Sumu's red spiritual fate.

Han Sumu looked at the butterfly and nodded. The butterfly took out the phoenix god robe in the baggage, waved his hand, and the blue light appeared, and a man appeared in the spirit mirror, the man was tall, his face was majestic, and he looked a little noble.

"The person you're looking for is in Yunfu in Hopeless City. The butterfly looked at Han Sumu.

At this time, Han Sumu also saw that the man in the spirit mirror was the person he had been looking for for many years, but he didn't know that it was the master of Yunfu. A deep sigh.

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