At this time, a figure dressed in light blue appeared quietly, with a faint smile on his lips, straightening his robe and sitting down low, with his back slightly leaning against the tree trunk.

With his clear eyes and amber pupils, under this light gaze, everything around him seemed to be still.

Murong Qianqian seemed to realize that someone was looking at her, and subconsciously turned her head to look sideways, and saw Xiaolan on the grass on the shore, her arms behind her head, staring at her with a half-smile.

"Why are you here and silent? Can I interpret it as peeping?" Murong Qianqian stared at you, but said with a smile.

Xiaolan just shrugged and didn't explain.

The hornbill jumped up from the stream, flapped its wings happily and flew to Xiaolan's shoulder, and nuzzled its head on his neck obediently.

Murong Qianqian stepped on the stones and walked ashore step by step, "Speaking of which, Comrade Xiaolan, don't you think you should stay away? I'm barefoot."

Xiaolan raised her eyebrows, as if asking her why, but her hands were carelessly stroking the soft feathers of the hornbill.

"Don't you always say, don't see anything that's not polite and don't hear anything that's not polite? Now that I'm barefoot, if you see it, it's considered disrespectful."

While she was busy talking, Murong Qianqian didn't notice that the rocks under her feet were too slippery, and she staggered, but luckily she was a little more agile and jumped onto the shore.

Xiao Lanfu put one hand behind his head and asked with a smile: "If you say that, why are you still walking around barefoot in front of me? I can understand it as a hook |

Lead?"

Sh|it, seduce you into a ball of yarn.

After being hit by a counterattack, Murong Qianqian immediately rolled her eyes, "Oh, my head was caught by the door before I seduced you. Do you have the handsomeness of my Yaoyao? Do you have the power of my Yaoyao? Do you have the power of my Yaoyao?

A man?"

A few rhetorical questions, which were said in an impassioned way, made Xiaolan narrow her eyes slightly, and there was a fleeting dark light in her eyes.

Murong Qianqian sat on the grass, putting on her shoes, and said: "I am a woman of the new era. Since I want to travel around the world, how can I be like those women in the boudoir.

What about the three obediences and four virtues, about etiquette, justice and shame? It’s all bullshit. It’s all made up by you men. Why are you only allowed to visit a prostitute, while we have to squat at home to wash, cook and take care of the children?

?”

Xiaolan couldn't help but interrupt: "You seem to be going a bit far."

"Is it far? I'm just saying this out of emotion, but luckily my Yaoyao is not such a man, hmm~ I'm so discerning, I admire myself very much."

Xiaolan's head was covered with black lines, and he finally began to wonder if he had seen it wrong. She was not her at all, but this hornbill and the immortality on her body were unmistakable.

"By the way," Murong Qianqian walked to him and sat down nearby, "Xiao Lan, I think you seem to have a very free day. Don't you need to practice?"

"Practice has its own way. Just because I'm idle doesn't mean I'm not practicing. Just because I'm busy doesn't necessarily mean I'm practicing. Do you understand?" Xiao Lan looked sideways at her, but didn't seem to be looking at her.

Murong Qianqian picked a small flower and played with it, "But Penglai said that the disciples of Yunyao Mountain have daily practice tasks and fixed class hours. Why don't you go to class?"

"Because, I like to skip class."

"Can I still skip class? Your school rules at Yunyao Mountain are so lax. If my old man found out, wouldn't he skin you and beat you up with cramps?"

The corners of Xiaolan's lips twitched, and then she said after a moment: "We skipped classes without food, but now that you are cooking, I can skip classes at will."

After hearing this, Murong Qianqian pondered, if calculated this way, could she be considered the instigator? If Feiwe knew that she was leading his disciples astray, would the city gate be on fire and Chi Yu be affected?

"That Xiaolan, as the saying goes, 'study hard and make progress every day', how can you do such ridiculous studies? Are your parents doing this for you?"

"First of all, I want to testify that I have never heard the saying you said. Secondly, I want to state that I have no parents. Finally, I want to warn you not to talk so much nonsense."

Xiaolan was originally gentle and polite, but every time he kept a straight face, he was like a history teacher holding a pointer on the podium, which made people feel at arm's length.

Murong Qianqian glanced at him boredly, raised her head and looked at the sky, sighing in her heart, the scenery in the mountains is so good, the sun is shining brightly, even the sun looks particularly big.

Moreover, the wind is high and the air is crisp, and the flowers are blooming. What's even more rare is the climate here. It's obviously already ten minutes in the afternoon, but this temperature...

"Oops, it's noon!" Murong Qianqian jumped up with excitement.

"What's wrong?" Xiaolan was startled by her sudden behavior.

Murong Qianqian grabbed the hornbill and ran into the forest quickly, "I almost forgot, Yaoyao and I have a date."

The voice echoed faintly, but the attacking figure had disappeared.

Xiao Lan looked at the direction where the figure disappeared, and after a while she came back to her senses. She lay flat on the grass, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and fell into memories.

He remembered that when he met her for the first time, it was probably around this season, but the peach blossoms were in full bloom, with pink petals fluttering around her body.

She stepped on pieces of petals, her skirt fluttered gently in the wind, and walked lightly, like a person walking out of a painting, so beautiful.

It's a pity that she may not have even noticed his existence when he passed by him, but at that moment, he engraved her in his heart forever.

After so many years, he didn't expect to meet again. She was no longer the same person as before, but she still made him as confused as before.

…

When Murong Qianqian rushed to the mountainside outside Fengyi City, it was an hour after the agreed time, and Xuanyuan Yao was leaning on a tree and taking a nap.

"Yao Yao, I'm sorry, you've been waiting for a long time, haven't you?" She hurried over and said guiltily.

Xuanyuan Yao didn't mean to blame her at all. He raised his hand to brush away the broken hair on her forehead and said gently: "It doesn't matter. If you wait for Qianqian, it doesn't matter even if you wait a thousand or ten thousand years."

Murong Qianqian smiled politely, "I'm not that cruel. How could I let Yaoyao wait for a thousand or ten thousand years? I feel bad for you to wait for just one hour."

"Fool," Xuanyuan Yao smiled warmly. He glanced at her and saw a food box in her hand, and wondered: "Qianqian, what's that in your hand?"
Chapter completed!