After thinking about it, Yun Yi still replied truthfully: "I don't know what the world will be like after death, will we all live in a different way." And...... I also ...... "She's not a little fairy, she's just an ordinary college student, an online writer who is not well-known."

Qinghe looked at Yun Yi lovingly and said with a smile: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, tell me about your world." ”

Yun Yi looked at Qinghe in a daze for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to speak: "My world...... The status of people is equal in law...... Travel is ......"

Yun Yi talked until her mouth was dry, and she drank all the white water in the teapot.

Qinghe listened with relish, and finally sighed: "This is the day of the gods." ”

Yun Yiyan's heart moved when he heard this, yes, if compared with this world, the modern days are really like fairy days.

Although there are all kinds of life pressures, as long as you are willing to pay, most of them can be exchanged for gains.

Here, giving may not necessarily pay off, and it may even invite death.

Seeing that Yun Yi was suddenly silent, Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "How did you get here?" ”

Yun Yi turned his hand on the teacup for a moment, and replied in a barely audible voice: "Sick to death......"

When Qinghe heard this answer at first glance, he didn't slow down for a long time, he glanced at his little disciple carefully, and teased in a stiff tone: "It seems that the world of gods is not omnipotent." ”

Yun Yi tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a wry smile.

Qinghe sighed, touched her head, and said in a deep voice: "In the future, I will forget all these words, and never mention them to the second person again, even if it is your senior brother, don't say it." ”

Yun Yi nodded silently.

The two chatted for a while for three volumes of the "Food Classic", and Qinghe was a little lacking in energy and fell asleep.

Yun Yi gently tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and then gently pushed out Qinghe's room.

Everyone was still standing under the porch outside Master's house and waiting here, because it was cold at night, and they were all huddled together to keep warm.

Seeing her come out, he immediately surrounded her and asked in a gossiping voice. "Did Master sleep?"

"Did Master scold you?

"Ah Chen, don't be sad, Master is just too worried about you."

“……”。

Listening to the comfort of the senior brothers, Yun suddenly felt that his heart was warm and tight, and it was not unreasonable for Zhao Zhengxu to envy her.

She is an only child in modern times, and after coming to ancient times, she has many older brothers and sisters, who have held her in their arms and carried her on their shoulders since she was a child.

There is something delicious to eat, and the first thing that comes to mind is definitely her.

Perhaps, she should have cheered up more.

If Yun Yi before only wanted to live freely and happily in this world, and then worked hard to leave his name in the history books, he just hoped that one day, modern parents would have such a 1 in 10,000 chance to know that she was alive and well.

So at this moment, Yun Yi really wants to change the world.

She wants everyone to be fed and clothed, no longer completely dependent on God, pray for the protection of the gods, and live with leftover rice in the bowl, new clothes in the cupboard, support for the old, and medical treatment for the sick.

She wants to leave her name here, so that when those big families hear her name, they will consciously back down, not daring to attack the prestige of her idea.

She smiled and said to the senior brothers, "Master is tired, so I fell asleep, but Master gave me a name. ”

Name?

Isn't there a road number? Why do you still have a name?

The senior brothers looked at Yun Yi in puzzlement, waiting for her explanation, only Ah Yun stood behind Yun Yi and laughed slightly.

"Master named me, Yun Yi." Looking at everyone's puzzled expressions, she slightly hooked the corners of her lips and laughed aloud.

"Master gave me the surname Yun, hoping that no matter how big the storm or the clear sky I face in the future, I will always be able to hang high in the sky and not be infected by the pollution of the world.

Give me a name, and hope that my belief will not change throughout my life, and I will be consistent. ”

·

The Lord of Qinghe Guan went on the night of the third day after Yun Yi returned to Qingyun Temple, Yun Yi stayed in front of his bed, bid him farewell with all the senior brothers, and plunged into the busyness of the aftermath.

Being busy can make people forget their pain and troubles for a while.

There are a lot of people who come to Qingyunguan to mourn, in addition to the nearby villagers, as well as the poor families who have been taken care of by Qinghe in previous years, as well as all the rich families in Qingzhou County, as well as the people of the big families who came to mourn because of the clouds.

Yun Yidu did enough etiquette and did not give people the slightest chance to find faults.

Get up every day, sleep at the middle of the day, sleep no more than five hours a day, and be responsible for receiving all kinds of gods every day.

I've been busy like this for half a month.

The crowd couldn't stand it anymore, so they pushed Ah Yun out to persuade Yun Yi to rest for a few days, anyway, the funeral had come to an end.

Now those who are still rushing over to offer condolences are basically craftsmen who are far away from Qingzhou and have just gotten the news.

Although it was said that the imperial court paid them to learn papermaking, their fate with the Qinghe Guan Lord was really getting along.

At that time, the county lord of Qingzhou was still young, so they all followed the master of Qinghe to learn how to make paper.

Now that the Qinghe Guan Lord Immortal is gone, even if they don't have the name of master and apprentice, they must come to pay their respects and express their hearts.

Yun Yi stood quietly on the back mountainside, watching a few pedestrians in a hurry occasionally pass by on the mountain road, wearing the tight sleeves of the craftsman's shirt, and hurried to the Qingyun Temple.

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of horses' hooves, and Yun must have looked at it, and someone was beating the horse uphill.

Pedestrians on the road avoided each other, and when they rode away, they pointed behind them.

"The first time you saw someone riding a horse, Qingyunguan?"

"No, and it's not too panicked."

"Oh, did you see that? The boy on the horse was really beautiful, if it weren't for the flat chest and wearing a men's riding suit, I would almost think that it was a backyard lady who had traveled, and he was a little tougher. ”

"Shhh Didn't you see the whip hanging from his waist? ”

"I've gone far, what are you afraid of?"

"You're going to break this mouth sooner or later."

“……”

Yun Yi looked at the enthusiastic and flamboyant young man, dressed in black riding clothes, and walked on the mountain road in a chic manner.

Everywhere I passed, there was a lot of discussion.

Sure enough, it's the same flamboyant personality as ever.

Yes, the person who came was Yuan Ye, the son of the king of Hexi.

From a friend in Beijing, he heard about the death of the master of Qingyun Guan Qingheguan.

He immediately ran home and asked his father for confirmation of the matter.

It's just that the mother concubine suddenly got a cold, and he had to stay by his side and take care of him day and night.

Finally, when the mother concubine was better, her father collapsed due to fatigue again, and the trip was put on hold again and again.

By the time he took the time, the funeral had already passed for almost half a month.