So Yun Yi, who lowered his head, brewed his emotions for a while, and the little hand hiding under his sleeve pinched his thigh fiercely.

When she raised her head again, her big eyes, which had been smiling all day, were already full of tears, and when she raised her head, she fell down.

This aggrieved little appearance startled Qinghe a lot.

Yun opened his mouth and began to howl: "Woo woo, Master Ah Chen didn't deliberately waste hemp and wood.

Ah Chen just saw, there are too few pilgrims who come to watch the incense, Ah Chen dreamed, dreamed that he flew very high, and he could see the Taoist ancestor who lived in the sky.

Ah Chen wants to make a wooden bird that can fly to the sky, so that the wishes of the pilgrims can be written on the wooden bird, and the Dao Ancestor in the sky can help them fulfill their wishes when they see the wooden bird flying so high.

Then there will be more and more pilgrims coming to Qingyunguan, and we will be able to have endless eggs and rice noodles. ”

Qinghe didn't expect that the little disciple's original intention was like this, Xiao Achen has always been well-behaved and sensible, so Qinghe didn't know that the little disciple actually had such an idea.

For a while, he felt a little guilty, because he was incompetent, and there was no way to keep the disciples fed and clothed.

The more he thought about Qinghe, the more ashamed he felt to his disciples, he hugged the crying and hiccupping Yunyi into his arms, patted her gently on the back, and helped her smooth her air.

"Master doesn't blame you for wasting materials, Master thinks your idea is very good.

And you've been doing what you wanted.

Master is curious, how did you come up with the idea of making 'paper'? ”

"Woooooooooo......oo I saw that butterflies have wings and birds have wings, and I want to make wings out of wood...... But the wood is too heavy, the wood can't fly into the sky, and the Dao Ancestor in the sky can't see it.

…… When I saw that dandelions could fly into the sky, I wanted to use them as wings, but dandelions were too difficult to collect.

When I saw that everyone was using hemp to weave clothes and hemp to weave ropes, I wanted to use hemp to weave a pair of wings.

But the wings woven with hemp were so heavy that they still couldn't fly.

So I wanted to make hemp like a tiny dandelion.

I learned how the villagers at the bottom of the mountain beat the hemp and boiled it, but the hemp was still too big, so I asked my brother to help me chop the hemp into pieces.

But the chopped hemp still can't fly, I think maybe it's because it's so dirty, you have to be as white as a dandelion to fly.

So I borrowed a bamboo mat from Master to wash them and dry them on a bamboo mat so that they would be as light as dandelions and ready to fly into the sky. ”

After saying it in one breath, Yun paused and took a breath and continued to cry.

"But I failed, and all the little wings I made stuck together, and they couldn't fly."

After speaking, Yun Yi howled and cried, looking extremely aggrieved.

Whether it is successful or not, it depends on her acting skills.

Qinghe listened to the cause and effect, and felt a little crying and laughing at the little disciple's naïve thoughts.

But the child's world is innocent and innocent, and he has already raised several disciples, so he is extremely experienced.

So he instantly believed Yun Yi's statement.

Although some of them were wrong, the little disciple made the 'paper' by mistake.

He coaxed the little disciple in his arms softly and asked the specific production process of 'paper'.

Yun Yi deliberately turned the production process upside down, anyway, every production link has the participation of senior brothers and sisters.

Qinghe only needs to call the senior brothers and sisters to ask, and then he can sort out the production process of the paper.

In the following month, Qinghe led his disciples to study how to make paper more fine.

The first time I made paper, several disciples did it quite roughly, it was just a play to coax the little junior sister, but I never expected to make a magical hemp paper.

……

A month later, Qinghe stroked the slightly smoother surface of the newly created paper, and his excited hands trembled slightly.

He stroked the new paper repeatedly, and his heart was excited.

It will be a skill that can be passed down for thousands of years, a skill that can change the world.

After a few days, Qinghe cut the newly made hemp paper into a book, and then sewed one side like sewing clothes.

Although there is no paper manufacturing process in this world, the ink manufacturing process is very mature.

Qinghe stabilized his trembling hand, took out the brush that he hadn't used for a long time, dipped it in ink, and gently scratched a stroke on the paper.

The ink fell onto the paper, slightly smudged, but quickly dried.

He copied the scriptures intently, and before he knew it, the morning light had shone on the desk through the wooden window, and the lamp oil was finally dried and finally extinguished unwillingly.

A new day has arrived.