Qingxia took Meng Bo to an unknown place. The green water and green mountains here, the turbulent river water is close to the cliff wall of dozens of zhang high, and the sound is like a lion roaring, ten thousand horses are galloping, making this place become vigorous and dignified.

Meng Bo was still unconscious, and he seemed to have dreamed of something.

Faintly, he dreamed of a face, a very familiar face. The face became clearer and clearer, closer and closer to him, and gradually, he found that the face turned out to be Qingxia.

Some unclear pictures gradually became clear, and they appeared in Meng Bo's mind.

He recalled that he defeated dozens of bandits and saved Qingxia's family. I remember that moment, Qingxia's eyes kept staring at Meng Bo, and her eyes were full of admiration.

He recalled that that night, he secretly flew onto the roof of Yu's house and came to Qingxia's window with great difficulty. Seeing the peaceful Qingxia in the house, a person was painting, he jumped into the Qingxia room.

Qingxia saw Meng Bo coming, and her mood was excited like never before. With a shake of her hand, she inadvertently drew the tip of her pen straight across the drawing.

Qingxia reacted immediately, looking at the painting in front of her that was about to be completed but destroyed, and she had an inexpressible feeling in her heart.

Meng Bo walked up and glanced at the unsuccessful painting in front of him. The familiar face in the painting came into view, and the person in the painting turned out to be himself.

Meng Bo stretched out his right hand and tightly grasped Qingxia's right hand holding the pen. He raised Qingxia's right hand and used the brush in his hand to draw a few lines on the painting, and the line of "ruining the painting" instantly turned into a delicate rhododendron, and the flower branch was contained in the fierce mouth of the painting, which was very charming.

At that moment, Qingxia and Mengbo hugged each other tightly, quietly, as if time had stopped turning. A candle flame beside him, like the high and upright peak, Meng Bo felt the warmth, and was willing to leave for a long time.

That scene was so real, it was all the time with Qingxia, but Mengbo had never experienced those times, and he didn't know why it appeared in his mind.

He also recalled a few things that made Meng Bo frown.

One man, one sword. Coming with the wind, cutting off countless people who stood in their way. Blood, slashing across the sword in their hands, their fearful eyes.

Suddenly, countless arrows were imprinted in Mengbo's eyes. The countless arrows poured like rain, and he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still unharmed. He couldn't help but ask in his heart, this... Is it death, why, there is no feeling.

A tear flowed down from Meng Bo's eyes, he didn't know why he was crying, he lowered his head and seemed to see something, it was... Yu Qingxia!

Pain, Meng Bo felt very painful, and he saw the self in the dream wailing. It was as if he was crazy, and his body was constantly expanding and turning into a terrible appearance.

He hugged the dead Qingxia, and no one around dared to stop him, so he hid far away, secretly peeping.

Meng Bo's heart hurt, like a knife. He saw Meng Bo in his dream healing Qingxia. With an eager look on his face, he couldn't wait to split his soul and pour it into Qingxia's body.

However, after a long time of not seeing Qingxia wake up, Mengbo's heart kept calling. He looked at Qingxia in his dream, which was covered with scars, and called out in his heart from time to time, come back quickly, don't go!

However, Qingxia couldn't wake up, Qingxia was just an ordinary ordinary person at that time. She has no ability to bring the dead back to life, let alone an unstoppable body. She just fell asleep quietly, with a smile on her lips.

Meng Bo watched, Meng Bo in the dream hugged Qingxia's body tightly, he was crying, he was wailing, he was like a down-and-out male wolf, grief mixed with a trace of desolation.

He unleashed every ounce of his strength, and his eyes were no longer tears, but bright red blood.

Meng Bo transmitted all his strength to Qingxia, and although a blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, it was filled with a bright smile.

"Qingxia, I don't know if this power will wake you up, but at least I'll fall asleep with you. In the dream, maybe we can really be together. Meng Bo closed his eyes peacefully, and in a trance, he saw Qingxia crying, and he heard Qingxia calling to himself.

But Meng Bo was getting farther and farther away from Qingxia, he reached out to grab it, but he couldn't catch it. The harder his hand worked, the more blood flowed, and gradually, everything became dark, and Meng Bo really fell asleep.

Seeing this scene as if I had experienced it in a dream, I burst into tears. He was full of an unknown feeling about the Qingxia in front of him, and he really wanted to go up and grab Qingxia's hand and say, I'm still here, you see, I'm fine.

However, no matter how Meng Bo struggles, the dream is just a dream after all. Although it was his own dream, he didn't have any power to change it. Perhaps, this is fate, everything that obviously belongs to you, but you can't do what you want.

A tear flowed out of Meng Bo's eyes, and Meng Bo gradually opened his eyes. He really wanted to get it back, but he knew it wasn't his.

He opened his eyes, but he couldn't open them because of a strong light. He felt a wonderful power pouring into him from his chest. The power was so clear, like the water in a stream, every trace of it seemed to be seen.

He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the blinding light. But in the light, Meng Bo seemed to see Qingxia in his dream. The rosy cheeks, the closed eyes that are charming, and the cuckoo hairpin on the head.

This scene seemed to make Meng Bo return to the dream realm, and he didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of breaking the peace of all this. He just wanted to quietly feel the Qingxia in front of him who didn't know how many stories there were.

"Are you awake?" At this time, Qingxia opened her eyes, and her eyes were full of a feeling, which was exactly the same as the feeling in the dream just now.

"Is this still a dream?" Meng Bo didn't know if he was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies, or butterflies dreaming of Zhuang Zhou. But he didn't want to break the peace here, he didn't care, what should be in front of him was what he wanted to see the most.

"It's not. Qingxia's steady breath is like a different person, which is the real Qingxia, maybe only Meng Bo himself knows.

The two of them sat there quietly, and Qingxia withdrew the strength she was healing Mengbo. They looked at each other as if everything around them had ceased to exist.

"Here, this is the dress I found for you, you can put it on. Qingxia was the first to break this calm, and took out a blue-collared white robe in her hand.

"To be my apprentice, you must be like my apprentice!" Qingxia said in a very gentle tone.

A warm smile leaked from the corner of Meng Bo's mouth, and he looked blankly.

"Okay, okay, I'll turn my head and put it on. Qingxia turned around, the corners of her mouth filled with that satisfied smile.

"Thank you, Qing... Master!" Meng Bo felt that this moment might be his happiest moment, because he should have mastered his destiny and had the ability to protect the loved one in front of him.

At this moment, a stream of hot tears slowly flowed down from Mengbo's cheeks.