It was Yan Yi who died.
When He Qi was packing up his belongings, he found a calligraphy and painting.
The mist lingers over the mountains, and the wanton handwriting on the yellowed paper is Li Bai's poem.
"Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can I be a Penghao person?"
He Qi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
This Yan Yi was so free and easy even in death, I really don't know what to do.
At the end, he sighed softly, why bother.
He gave everything he had for this world that had nothing to do with him, and finally fell into the strong wind that hurt his face and died in the cold snow.
Some were sad, some were happy, some were crying and some were applauding.
In the end, He Qi took away all of Vern Yi's belongings: a calligraphy and painting, and a purse.
The purse is small, the sewing stitches are rough and rudimentary, and there are damaged threads on the edges, making it look tattered. But Chan put it in a delicate box and treasured it.
He Qi didn't think much about it. Since it was something he cherished, there was no reason to turn a blind eye. He took the purse and the calligraphy and painting in his hand and returned to the mountain with his sword.
Purpose: Cherish life