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"Miss Xu, if you don't mind, would you be willing to come with me to the spirit fields?"

"The flowers are in full bloom today, which may help ease the knots in your heart."

Just as Xu Wan was deep in thought, a faint buzzing sound came from beside her.

The blue butterfly that had been quietly resting in Xu Wan's bamboo basket had somehow taken flight.

It didn't rush into the sea of ​​flowers, but instead gracefully circled once.

Then it folded its wings and landed steadily on Ling Shuo's left shoulder.

"Yeah!"

A clear, bell-like thought rang out directly in Ling Shuo and Xu Wan's minds.

The voice was sweet and childlike, full of a child's innocence and eagerness; it was Lan Youyou.

Although it did not take human form, its lively and active nature was vividly displayed through this thought.

"Sister, Master, Uncle Ling, let's go together!"

Lan Youyou's thoughts leaped through their minds.

"Youyou smells so much delicious nectar, and so many talking flowers! Let's go listen!"

As it spoke, it excitedly flapped its wings.

A few tiny blue specks of light fell from the wings and drifted onto Ling Shuo's shoulder, bringing a faint but cool fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Ling Shuo's shoulders trembled slightly, and then he felt a few specks of light fall on his clothes, causing a slight itch.

He looked down at the small blue butterfly on his shoulder, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes!

It was immediately replaced by a broad smile.

He could feel it clearly.

This little butterfly is tiny.

However, his body contained a pure and powerful spiritual energy that remarkably matched the aura of this spiritual field.

"Hehe, it seems our little Youyou is even more impatient than I am."

Ling Shuo smiled and shook his head, his tone tinged with affection.

Xu Wan was also taken aback by this sudden scene, and then smiled.

She looked at the spirited blue butterfly on Ling Shuo's shoulder.

The heavy stone in my heart, weighed down by Bai Yuan's departure, was quietly stirred once again by this tiny creature in such a peculiar way.

Lan Youyou did not take human form, but in this more natural way, she became the bridge connecting her and Ling Shuo.

When its phrase "Sister Master" echoes in my mind, it still carries a heartwarming intimacy.

"It...likes you very much."

Xu Wan said softly to Ling Shuo.

"It is destined to be connected with this sacred field."

Ling Shuo answered gently, but his gaze fell on Xu Wan.

"It is also urging you not to waste this beautiful spring."

He paused, then said to Lan Youyou on his shoulder:

"Lead the way, little butterfly."

Buzz!

The blue butterfly fluttered its wings joyfully, emitting a series of rapid and joyful sound waves!

It then flew up from Ling Shuo's shoulder and circled halfway in front of the two of them.

Then it flew towards the most lush golden rapeseed flower field deep in the spirit field, at a slow speed, clearly leading the way.

"Miss Xu, please."

Ling Shuo made a "please" gesture.

Xu Wan no longer hesitated, nodded slightly, and followed.

She walked side by side with Ling Shuo, her gaze following the blue light and shadow ahead.

in the sun.

The wings of the blue butterfly shimmered with a dreamy blue light as it soared above a sea of ​​golden flowers.

It would occasionally stop on a flower and gently touch the stamen with its antennae.

Then it happily took flight again and continued to lead the way.

"look!"

Ling Shuo pointed ahead!

"It is absorbing the essence of the flower spirit and communicating with the flower spirit."

"The Blue Butterfly Clan is born to be messengers between flowers and people."

The words just fell!

Suddenly, I saw a sea of ​​golden rapeseed flowers in the middle of the sky.

A particularly large rapeseed flower slowly bloomed, and a tiny figure appeared in the center of the flower.

About the size of a thumb, its entire body is composed of condensed spiritual light. It is shaped like a young girl with golden hair and a flowing skirt, which is actually woven from countless tiny flower petals.

Xu Wan held her breath.

She had heard that only when the spirit field remains undisturbed for a thousand years and the flower spirit returns to its heart can the flower spirit manifest, and it will only appear before those who are destined to be there.

The flower spirit leaped lightly, stepping on the flower stamens as it passed, and wherever it went, thousands of flowers murmured, as if playing a clear melody.

It landed on the shoulder of the blue butterfly that Lan Youyou had transformed into, and gently kissed its wing.

He then opened his arms and made a hugging gesture.

The blue butterfly fluttered its wings merrily, circling the flower spirit three times before disappearing into the depths of the flower sea together.

Xu Wan stared at the blue figure, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

"Flowers may not speak, but they understand the human heart best."

Ling Shuo's voice rang out again, peaceful and profound.

"And some things don't need to be said; they can be heard in the heart."

Ling Shuo gazed at the sea of ​​flowers where light and shadow intertwined, and whispered:

"They remember the gentleness of every drop of dew, and they also remember whether every passing gust of wind carried malice."

"Mr. Baiyuan left so resolutely because he carried too much karma on his shoulders."

"But you don't need to be so worried."

He turned his head and looked at Xu Wan:

"Listen... the flowers are saying, don't be afraid of being alone."

Xu Wan was taken aback, her eyes slightly warm.

She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The air was filled with a rich floral fragrance.

She could almost hear the flower spirits whispering, singing, and welcoming her arrival.

She held out her hand.

A blue stardust, shaken off by a blue butterfly, landed right in her palm, bringing a slightly cool touch!

It then melted into her skin, and a warm current slowly seeped into her mind and spirit.

"I... have never been alone."

she whispered.

It seems like he's trying to convince himself.

"of course not."

Ling Shuo answered gently.

“You have Youyou, and you also have this spiritual field.”

Ahead!

The blue butterfly seemed to be getting impatient and flew back, circling above Xu Wan's head and sending out urging messages:

"Sister Master, hurry up!"

Xu Wan opened her eyes, her gaze now clear and gentle.

She looked at the vibrant spiritual field before her.

Looking at the gentle Ling Shuo beside him, and then at the urging blue butterfly above his head, a relieved smile finally bloomed on his lips.

"coming."

She took a step.

This time, my steps were light yet firm.

The blue butterfly led the way.

Xu Wan and Ling Shuo walked side by side, their figures blending into the golden sea of ​​flowers.

Deep within the sea of ​​flowers, dappled light and shadow play.

Xu Wan followed Ling Shuo along a winding path paved with small spirit stones, heading towards the heart of the valley.

Blue Butterfly and Flower Spirit have long since disappeared!

But the fresh floral scent in the air and the faint sense of joy guided them in the right direction.

"Ling...Ling Shuo!"

Xu Wan couldn't help but speak up.

"Can the flowers in this spirit field truly sense human emotions?"

Ling Shuo did not stop walking, but her gaze was fixed on the distance.

There was an area shrouded in a faint halo, where the spiritual energy was more concentrated than in other places.

"All things have a spirit, including plants and trees."

He said slowly.

"Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are not unique to human beings."

"They are rooted in the heavens and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, and what they see and feel is far more profound than we imagine."

"Tears of sorrow make the soil bitter, while smiles of joy make flowers bloom."

"They can 'taste' whatever you think in your heart."

Xu Wan lowered her head.

"so……"

She hesitated.

Ling Shuo stopped and turned to look at her, his eyes calm as still water:

"If you continue to wallow in the sorrow of parting, the flowers in this sacred field will wither for you."

Do you want them to wither for you?

Xu Wan shook her head repeatedly.

He subconsciously gripped the bamboo basket in his hand even tighter.

"of course not."

"That's right."

Ling Shuo nodded slightly.

"Come on, I'll show you something."