It's just that the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. She found that a powerless woman like her should still wait for the hero to save the beauty.

Later, when she was busy filming and her life was in a mess, she simply forgot what ideals were and only knew how to fight for the sake of struggle.

It wasn't until Gouxue time traveled and her soul traveled to this fantasy world that she once again had the idea of ​​being a chivalrous woman. She once happily thought about walking around the world with a sword on her back after leaving the palace.

But, what a shame, she discovered that a sword weighed more than ten kilograms, and she was so tired that she could walk like a dog pawing.

That night, Murong Qianqian finished her apprenticeship and danced back to the house.

The hornbill probably slept like a pig because it had been flying for too long during the day, and the sound of the door opening did not wake it up at all.

Murong Qianqian was lying on the bed fully clothed, with her legs crossed and a foxtail in her mouth. A blueprint for chivalry and righteousness had already unfolded in her mind.

Under the setting sun, on the broad road filled with afterglow, I saw a white dragon horse walking slowly forward under the golden light, carrying a handsome man in a bright yellow robe.

In front of them, a beautiful woman in flowing white clothes carried a sharp long sword on her shoulder, held a horse rein in her hand, and led the way with light steps.

Then, a children's song played in the background.

white dragon horse,

Hooves facing west,

Carrying Tang Sanzang on his back and following his three disciples,

Go to the west to learn scriptures and go to the main road,

It’s tens of thousands of miles away

What monsters,

What beauty has painted skin?

…

The music kept circling until the next day when Murong Qianqian was half-conscious and half-awake, she thought Yaoyao had really turned into Tang Sanzang and she had turned into Sun Wukong, wielding a golden cudgel to beat monsters.

Above her head, the hornbill was pecking at her hair. She raised her hand and waved impatiently, but with one palm, she knocked the hornbill under the bed.

The little thing immediately flapped its wings and flew up, standing directly on her nose, followed by a loud "bu~" fart sound.

"It stinks, it stinks." Murong Qianqian sat up suddenly, pinching her nose and shouted.

He raised his eyebrows, but when he saw the hornbill covering its mouth and snickering, he immediately raised a fist and smashed it down, "Beak, it seems that you have been in a bad mood lately~"

As he spoke, he also moved the bones of his fingers. Seeing this, the hornbill quickly shrank his neck, shook his head and said: "The hornbill is wrong, the hornbill is wrong."

"That's wrong. Do you think that if you say something wrong, I will..." Murong Qianqian picked it up with a wicked smile, and suddenly said in shock: "Ah, you can speak human language, Rhinoceros?"

"I just learned it, which proves that the hornbill's magical skills have improved again~" The hornbill stretched its neck and laughed like an oriole.

Murong Qianqian was very happy, "Then what other spells can you learn in the future? Can you change your mind to eighty-nine and eighty-one, so that you can spit out fire when you open your mouth, and create violent storms when you open your nostrils?"

The hornbill rolled its round eyes and sneered: "The master said it was a monster, right?"

"Tch, if you don't have the ability, you still think it's a monster. It's a mythical beast, do you understand?" Murong Qianqian rolled her eyes at it, stood up, put on her shoes, and stretched.

Walking to the window, she reached out and pushed open the window pane. In her sight, under the unknown big tree with white flowers, stood a man in a light blue robe.

"Xiaolan?" Murong Qianqian hurriedly walked out and greeted with a smile: "Xiaolan, when did you come?"

The man turned his head and twitched the corners of his lips twice. Although he didn't like others calling him Master, he hated it even more when others named him based on his appearance. "This title..."

"Oh, I made it up temporarily. I just saw you standing under the flower tree in a fluttering blue dress, and I was inspired by it. I chose such a poetic name. Isn't it touching?"

Murong Qianqian chuckled, but saw Comrade Xiaolan's lips twitching twice again, and yelled: "Moved, do you know what it means to be moved? I call you Xiao Huang, are you moved?"

A strong wind roared, and Murong Qianqian was roared to pieces. The hornbill was immediately frightened and hid in her sleeve, muttering: "Xiao Lan is so fierce."

After a while, Murong Qianqian came back to her senses and replied with an even fiercer momentum: "Damn, Xiao Huang is the name of a dog, okay!"

He paused, took a deep breath, then put his hands on his hips and crackled like pouring beans: "Who said you didn't tell me your name, and you didn't like me calling you Master, so why would you call me 'Hello' to you?"

And you said, what's wrong with Xiaolan, how vivid and vivid Xiaolan is, how poetic and picturesque Xiaolan is, how warm and kind Xiaolan is, how..."

"Okay, let's go to Xiaolan." Under Murong Qianqian's crazy bombardment, Xiaolan raised the white chess piece and surrendered, "Here, this is for you." He shook the bag in his hand in mid-air.

Murong Qianqian was very curious and asked as she opened it: "Xiaolan, what is this? Could it be a secret book to improve martial arts? Hey~ rice, pumpkin, and a fish?"

"I just found these, so you can make do with it for now." Xiaolan nodded, took out another paper bag and handed it to her, "By the way, this is a bag of salt, I stole it from the kitchen."

Why is there something wrong with this feeling?

Slightly narrowing her watery eyes, Murong Qianqian looked at Xiaolan seriously, "Do you mean you want me to cook for you?"

"Nonsense, if I give you oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar but don't cook, why can't I let you take a bath?" Xiaolan stared at her like she was an idiot.

Damn it, did she become a disciple just to cook?

Murong Qianqian wiped away a handful of bitter tears, but she still went into the kitchen and took care of the boiling rice porridge in the pot while putting firewood in the stove.

But he muttered a curse in his mouth: "sh|it, damn Xiaolan, I curse you to get sores on the soles of your feet, to marry a wife, to give birth to a child..."

"Hey, what are you mumbling about? The water is overflowing." Xiao Lan reminded her while sitting leisurely on the swing outside the window.

Murong Qianqian glared at him, "I know, didn't you see that you are busy?"

"Hey, is the porridge burnt? Please fix it quickly."

"I understand, won't I disturb you?"

"Hey, the fire is going out, please add more firewood."

"I know, you didn't see me adding."

"Hey, don't add water to the pumpkin. It will be sweet enough only after it is steamed."

"Damn, do you want it to be cooked?"

"It's a good idea, let's do it."

"..."

Finally, after all kinds of attempts at death, a pot of dark porridge, a pile of messy pumpkin, and a fish that was forgotten to be disembowelled were freshly baked.

Xiaolan sat in front of the table, looked at her masterpiece, frowned and said, "Are you sure you are a woman?"
Chapter completed!