When approaching the cliff where Mengyinghua was located, the weak water saw a figure swaying in the wind on the cliff from a distance. This is not Mu Qiannian, who doesn't know the height of the sky, who else can be?

The weak water flicked the reins, kicked the horse's belly sharply with both feet, and sped up towards the top of the mountain. When the weak water arrived, I saw the thick rope hanging on the edge of the cliff swaying and rubbing back and forth on the edge of the cliff, and half of it was broken, and the broken rope did not know how long it could be supported.

The weak water plunged down towards the cliff, and the toes lightly descended on the cliff, as if walking on the ground, and soon arrived at Mu Qiannian's side. She grabbed Mu Qiannian's arm with one hand, pulled the rope with the other, and with the power of the rope, she lifted her breath and flew to the top of the mountain with Mu Qiannian.

"If I hadn't arrived, the rope wouldn't have been able to hold you up. ”

After the two of them landed and stood firmly, Weak Water let go of Mu Qiannian, pointed to the rope that had been worn out indecently, and his words were cold. There seemed to be a breath in her heart that was blocked in her chest, but she couldn't say what she was angry about.

Although this cliff is not as deep as the Falling Bone Cliff, if the rope is broken, Mu Qiannian will not be able to survive if he falls.

I don't know what he wants this dream flower to do, it's worth his hard work.

"Weak water, you see, I've dug into the dream weed. When you go back to dry it and grind it into powder, put it in a sachet, and hang it in the house, you can forget all the sorrow and pain......"

Mu Qiannian didn't care about the injuries on his body, nor did he care about the fear of almost falling off the cliff, and immediately took out the flowering dream grass from his arms after relieving himself, and handed it to the weak water with a smile.

The pink petals of the dream are like soft hair swaying in the wind, and each petal is flowing like water, and the unique fragrance is blowing in the face.

Weak Water couldn't hear Mu Qiannian's words clearly, her gaze gradually fell on Mu Qiannian's blood-stained fingers along the rare dream flower, and then fell on his torn face, his clothes were torn and oozing blood.

Unable to say a word of reproach anymore, the weak water lowered his eyes and asked lightly: "Is it worth it to haunt this dream?"

"Of course it's worth it, as long as it makes you forget about sadness and pain, as long as it makes you happy, it's worth it for me to do anything. It's just that you went to the cliff to bring me up, and you weren't hurt. ”

The original glittering light in Mu Qiannian's eyes was suddenly covered by a worried look, and he looked the weak water up and down, without hiding the worry in his eyes.

It was obviously himself who was hurt, but he was worried about others.

Weak Water felt helpless, opened his arms and spun around, and couldn't help teasing: "Do you think I'm you?"

Mu Qiannian laughed for a while when he heard this, carefully put the whole dream grass back into his arms, patted his dusty clothes with both hands, and said embarrassedly: "I forgot, I naturally can't compare to your eaves and wall walking skills just now." ”

"You've got a lot of wounds on your body, so get back on horseback and deal with it. Weak Water led the horse over and handed the reins to Mu Qiannian.

"I'll walk back in a minute. Seeing Mu Qiannian's questioning gaze, Weak Shui didn't wait for him to ask, and spoke directly.

Mu Qiannian looked at himself in embarrassment, with a strong smell of blood on his body, and it was not good to invite weak water to ride with him, so he turned over and rode away first.

The weak water listened to the sound of the horses' hooves and faded away until it was silent, and the figure standing on the top of the mountain still did not move.

She silently walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the cliff like a knife, her eyes complicated. Grabbed the thick rope tied to the tree, and the one resting on the edge of the cliff was worn out badly.

I don't know how long Mu Qiannian grabbed this rope and hung on this cliff, and dug up the entire dream grass by the roots.

Even if you can fly the eaves and walk the wall, it takes a lot of effort to dig out the whole dream grass from the cracks between the rocks with the help of such a rope.

And Mu Qiannian, who has a poor foundation and is not interested in practicing on weekdays, is willing to risk his life. And the reason is only because he wants her to forget her sorrow and pain, and wants her to be happy.

The weak water slowly pulled up the rope that hung down the cliff, and as the distance pulled up became longer and longer, I saw that many places of the rope were dyed dark red by Mu Qiannian's blood, and the faint smell of blood spread in the autumn wind.

The eyes of the weak water flashed slightly, and the wind rose in his heart, and the clouds surged......

Mu Qiannian, is it right or wrong for me to leave you here?

As soon as the weak water let go of his hands, most of the rope that had been pulled up suddenly slipped down again and fell off the cliff.

When the weak water returned to the small courtyard, he saw that the dream grass had been placed on the lid of the bamboo basket by Mu Qiannian, and it was exposed to the sun.

Mu Qiannian also changed into clean clothes, and her originally messy hair was pulled back up and tied up with a purple-gold headband. He still has the fragrance of medicine on his body, and the obvious injuries on his face and hands have been treated by him.

Seeing that Weak Water's gaze fell on his face, and then frowned slightly, Mu Qiannian smiled: "Wanbao Pavilion's wound medicine is excellent, it won't take a few days, these injuries will all be healed, and there will definitely be no scars." ”

This weak water is undeniable, last time I used Mu Qiannian's injury medicine, the two deep visible bone injuries on her legs healed really quickly, and after the scars fell, there were no traces.

Because Mu Qiannian's hand was injured, the weak water insisted on not letting him cook again in the past few days. The two of them relied on the autumn pears sent by the eagle and the fruits picked in the woods by the weak water, although the food was a little simple, but the ordinary mountain life was not bad.

A few days later, Mu Qiannian's injuries had healed, and the dream grass had already dried. When Mu Qiannian went out to pick fruits in the weak water, he carefully picked out the pink petals and crushed them into powder with a small spoon that was cleaned in the kitchen.

Then he put it into a beige sachet with a maple leaf on it with gold thread on it, and then carefully pulled the drawstring made of gold thread.

This sachet was found by Mu Qiannian when he was in the tailor's shop, when he was choosing clothes for weak water, his eyes lit up at that time, and he thought it was very suitable for weak water and bought it.

I originally wanted to buy some medicinal powder to put in, but after buying food to eat, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to return to the courtyard before dark, so I forgot about it for a while.

So he didn't give this empty sachet to weak water, thinking that the next time he went to the city, he would prepare the materials and give them to her together. But he never thought that he would be lucky enough to meet a rare dream flower in this world.

What kind of sachet is more worthy of weak water than a sachet containing the powder of the dream flower?

Mu Qiannian looked at the sachet in his hand, and the unique fragrance of the dream flower emanating from the sachet made him happy in his heart, and raised an elegant and warm smile.

When the weak water came back, Mu Qiannian rushed forward, took the bamboo basket containing the wild fruits picked back by the weak water, took out the sachet from his arms and handed it to her.

Weak Water took the delicate sachet, and the unique fragrance of the Dream Flower lingered around her. Weak Water's eyes flashed slightly, and he couldn't say a word except for staring at the beige sachet with lifelike maple leaves.

"My hands are ready, you can go back and rest first, I'll go to the kitchen to make dinner." Mu Qiannian saw that the weak water looked at the sachet and did not move, but when she was tired of going out to pick fruits, she asked her to go back to rest.