"Why do you want to sleep every day?"

Qingyunshen was stumped by Deng Ru's question.

Why do you like sleeping?

Come to think of it, He didn't really like sleeping at the beginning.

When consciousness is just born and becomes a god.

He is also a hardworking and ambitious god who enjoys governing his territory.

The territory prospered under His rule.

It soon developed from a small village into a town, and later into a county town.

Actually, at that time, His image was not yet a cloud.

What was it?

I slept too long and forgot.

I just remember that it should be very handsome.

How could he, the God of Qingyun, not be handsome?

I can no longer remember which day or moment it was.

A gust of wind blew over His head.

That's the wind.

The wind of freedom.

That is also a deity.

Yes...what's your name?

Forgot.

The God of Qingyun only remembered that he used to call that god Feng.

Oh, yes, He is the god of Tianfeng City.

Tianfeng City? Which city is that? It seems to have been divided up.

Qingyun has a vague memory of the past.

Or rather, He has too much to remember.

In dreams, in reality.

The boundaries between truth and falsehood have long been blurred for Him.

He couldn't tell the difference, nor could he remember clearly.

Sometimes He even mistakes real gods and humans for beings in dreams.

But he always remembered the wind blowing over his head.

“Wind, don’t you need to govern your city and rule over your people?”

The God Qingyun, who was not called Qingyun at that time, asked the wind in the air.

"No need. Humanity can govern itself well without me. But if I lose my freedom and am confined to a small piece of land, then this eternal life will be a curse to me."

That gust of wind replied.

"I would rather die for freedom than bind myself for power."

He is the wind, the wind of freedom.

At that time, Qingyun, who was still at the county level, was obviously shocked by such words.

I would rather die for my freedom than bind myself for the sake of increasing my strength.

Yes, He is the wind, the wind of freedom.

"Freedom? What does that feel like?"

Qingyun was still very ignorant at that time. Since his birth, he has been working hard to govern his territory. The people worship him, and he gains strength from it.

The people's worship and the enrichment of His power made Him very happy.

What is freedom?

He never thought about it.

"What is freedom? Freedom is being able to go wherever you want and do whatever you want, without harming anything. That's freedom."

Feng answered Qingyun's doubts about freedom.

Yes, He is a wind of freedom.

But at the same time, He is also the spring breeze that heals all things and moistens them silently.

His freedom has always been limited to the weak. If freedom were to harm the weak, he would give up this freedom.

But this is also His freedom.

He has the freedom to choose whether to be free or not.

"Your freedom is so interesting. Can I be free with you?"

At that time, Qingyun was very curious about the freedom that Feng talked about.

It is probably equivalent to a lady from a prominent family in the Qing Dynasty meeting a young lady or young master who has returned from studying abroad, and the young lady or young master tells her about the openness and boldness of Western women.

For a lady from a wealthy family, this was something she had never dared to think about.

That’s how Qingyun felt at that time.

What is freedom?

He doesn't know.

But He thought it would be fun to do whatever He wanted.

"Of course, if you want to follow me, then follow me. It's your freedom."

The free wind responded to Qingyun's desire in this way.

With the permission of the wind, Qingyun turned into its current appearance, a cloud, on that day.

A cloud... floating in the wind.

"Why did you turn into a cloud?"

Feng asked curiously.

"Because I saw clouds in the sky always chasing the wind, and I wanted to chase you, so I turned into a cloud."

Qingyun replied.

"Isn't it okay? If not, I will change back."

Qingyun remembered what Feng said: freedom that does not harm anything is the real freedom.

If it turns into a cloud, it will harm the wind.

Then He will change back immediately.

"Of course, I said, it's your freedom."

Feng did not reject Qingyun.

From that day on, Tianfeng City and Qingyun, it seemed that it was not called Qingyun at that time, but... never mind, the God of Qingyun had already forgotten, so let's just call it Qingyun County.

Tianfeng City and Qingyun County lost their gods.

There was a gust of wind and a cloud in the sky of Blue Star.

The cloud was carried by the wind and wandered in the sky of the blue star.

They are free.

Maybe it's a little aimless, but that's their freedom.

Do not harm anything and roam freely between heaven and earth.

The other gods naturally noticed these two eccentrics who were pursuing freedom.

They didn't care either.

After all, gods have different aspirations.

There are gods who like to govern the country, there are gods who like freedom, and there are gods who like to pick out believers to torture.

Anyway, everyone plays their own games and doesn't interfere with each other.

The cloud and the wind are pursuing the freedom that belongs to them.

The people in their territory did not seem to give up on themselves because of the departure of the gods.

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