This is a newborn star of life, called Xunxianxing, because the star of life was formed relatively late, and it was limited to the constraints of the aura of heaven and earth. The whole star left legends of immortals and gods except in ancient times.
It is the saying that there are no more immortals.
Countless descendants in the stars searched for the road to immortality and the road to eternal life, but they couldn't find it after all, and died of old age.
Later generations also renamed Wuming Xingchen Xunxianxing.
There is a vast road to longevity, and immortals are everywhere.
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The mountain road after the rain is a bit muddy.
Under the infiltration of rainwater, the loess became extremely wet and sticky to the feet, sticking to the soles of the feet, making the newly changed shoes dirty.
There are green leaves hanging on the mountain roads on both sides. There are bugs eating on the leaves, and there are also raindrops gathering on the leaves.
Wow...
The coir raincoat brushed against the leaves, and the leaves trembled immediately.
Crystal drops of water dripped from the leaves.
The little bug was also scared and hugged the leaf tightly.
Bu Fang carried the hoe and walked up the mountain slowly step by step.
In Xunxianxing, this mountain is in a remote area.
The ground is very slippery, and the wet soil always gives people a sense of emptiness, as if if one is not careful, he will slide down the mountain.
Xiaobai's iron sheet was flying, and the machine's eyes had no light, and it quietly followed behind Bu Fang.
Stepping on it, the iron foot sank deep into the ground, and when it was pulled up, the loess flew.
"Go slowly."
Bu Fang glanced at the dull Xiaobai, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
After walking for a while, Bu Fang was a little out of breath.
Today, he is no different from a mortal. Even his physical body seems to have returned to the original.
The mountain was very high, the sun had already set to the west, Bu Fang didn't want to waste any more time.
Using both hands and feet, Xiaobai quickly climbed up.
In the deep mountains, there are ferocious beasts and fierce birds.
However, even though Bu Fang returned to the mortal world, his coercion did not disappear, and neither beasts nor birds dared to approach him.
clatter clatter...
The mountain stream was flowing, and Bu Fang could smell the water vapor far away.
Come with Xiaobai.
The water in the mountain stream is extremely clear. This is the clear water after the rain, which is even more sweet.
Bu Fang took out a clay pot and filled it with water.
After shaking, the water quality is very clear, without any mud precipitation.
Bu Fang was very satisfied, and continued to go up, he was going to find the ingredients for tonight's dinner.
The tree was covered with mushrooms, some of which were poisonous, so Bu Fang chose healthy and non-toxic mushrooms and threw them into the basket behind his back.
Continue to climb up the mountain.
Finally, he and Xiaobai came to a bamboo forest.
The pillars in the bamboo forest soared into the sky one by one, and there was a rustling sound of leaves among the clattering.
The ground was covered with bamboo leaves, some of which were rotten, and it had just rained, so the smell of rot was very strong.
Xiaobai didn't move, and sat on the side.
Taking it for granted, Bu Fang stepped into the bamboo forest with a hoe.
He searched unhurriedly in the bamboo forest, and soon, he found a sprouting spring bamboo shoot, and went down with a hoe.
Dig the bamboo shoots out of the ground.
After peeling off the drowsy soil, Bu Fang patted it and threw the spring bamboo shoots into the basket.
Of course, he was not satisfied just like that, and continued to look for spring bamboo shoots.
The springing up of bamboo shoots in this season is the best time for bamboo shoots, and the deliciousness of cooking is the most attractive.
I found several bamboo shoots in a row.
Bu Fang was a little out of breath, leaned against the bamboo, took out a water bottle, and took a sip of water.
The sweet water poured into his body along his throat, making his tired body feel much more comfortable.
It was getting late.
Bu Fang did not continue to search.
Take Xiaobai and go down the mountain.
Eating mountains with the mountains, the delicacies in the mountains are actually very rich and colorful.
Humming a song, Bu Fang brought Xiao Bai down the mountain.
The road up the mountain is difficult, but the road down the mountain is easy.
Bu Fang hummed the ballad very jerky and deliberately.
Perhaps Bu Fang felt that it was weird not humming a song on this lonely road.
Back in the house.
It was getting dark.
Xiao Ba ran around the house, clucking and screaming.
Bu Fang rubbed the little guy's head, then carried the ingredients into the room.
Xiaobai sat quietly on the side, his mechanical eyes not blinking.
Xiao Ba ran over, and seemed to communicate with Xiao Bai for a while, then felt that the iron sheet was a little boring, and ran away twisting his ass.
Bu Fang walked out of the house again, and built a simple hearth in the yard.
The firewood split yesterday was lit, and the smoke rose slowly in the hazy night.
Xiao Ba ran over and squatted beside Bu Fang, staring blankly at the fire.
It is not divine fire, nor is it a flame that can destroy the world with a single thought.
This is the ordinary fire rising from the simple firewood.
But in this fire, Xiao Ba felt a throbbing, which was born in the soul.
Bu Fang didn't care.
He licked the firewood. In the night in the mountains, the temperature dropped sharply, and he felt a little cold.
Only when cooking, feel the temperature brought by the fire, will it appear warm.
Xiaobai sat in the distance, looking a little cute under the reflection of the fire.
Bu Fang shook his head.
Roasted for a while.
I took out the spring bamboo shoots picked up the mountain.
The spring bamboo shoots have an irregular inverted cone shape. Peel off the outer skin of the bamboo shoots, layer by layer, like peeling off the clothes of the ingredients.
The white and tender bamboo shoots are in front of your eyes.
After Bu Fang washed it again, he cut the spring bamboo shoots into small pieces.
Hot pot, hot water, blanch, add ingredients, stir fry.
not for a while.
The spring bamboo shoots have become a dish exuding a fragrant taste.
Besides spring bamboo shoots, Bu Fang also made a bowl of mushroom soup.
The slightly viscous mushroom soup, together with shredded radish, presents a bright red color.
Turn on the steamer.
Hot air surged up.
Bu Fang made a bowl of rice.
Move the bamboo table, bamboo chair, and sit down.
There is a dish, a bowl of soup, and a serving of rice on the table.
Simple, unpretentious.
Xiao Ba cooed, and ran away in joy.
Xiaobai didn't need to eat, and was in a daze in the distance.
Bu Fang slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
Leaning on the bamboo chair, the chair made a creaking sound.
Around the house, the sound of insects chirping and the rustling of leaves can be heard endlessly.
Although it is noisy, it is not enough to make people feel upset.
This clean feeling makes Bu Fang extremely comfortable.
In the sky, because of the rain, the stars are shining, and the little stars are blinking.
Sitting under the starry sky, eating a comfortable meal, this kind of life was never imagined by Bu Fang before.
The chopsticks fell and picked up a piece of spring bamboo shoots.
The spring bamboo shoots are white and tender, and when you bite into them, they are extremely crispy, and the sweet taste spreads in your mouth.
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth.
Although it was just a simple spring bamboo shoot, the taste penetrated into Bu Fang's heart. It was a dish that was different from the previous cooking skills.
Today's him may not have a world-reaching cultivation base, but his mood is more and more stable.
He even felt that it would be good to live on like this.
Sweep away the dust, and experience the world quietly.
In the ordinary, you can see the true meaning.
Bamboo stick straw shoes lightly surpass the comfort and freedom of horses.
Yimin Misty Rain Ren Pingsheng remained calm.
Perhaps it was Bu Fang's state of mind at the moment.
A few years ago, Bu Fang used his own cultivation, plus the will of the God of Cooking left in Xiaobai's body and the dishes of the fake God of Cooking.
The soul god who was born was sealed and suppressed for a thousand years.
This is already the ultimate that Bu Fang can do, he is not a chef, he is just a little cook who is constantly running on the road to become a chef.
He sacrificed his own cultivation, and he has given everything.
However, in fact, many people do not understand.
Why did Bu Fang do this.
The soul gods were born, such as the top powerhouses in the prehistoric world, they can actually still live, as long as they leave the universe and hide in the nothingness in the universe, the void is endless, even the soul gods can't do anything to them.
Because it is impossible for the soul god to spend countless hours looking for them in the void where there is no limit at all.
Many gods are ready for this.
If something really happened to Soul God, he would escape into nothingness.
Bu Fang can actually do it too.
Even though Soul God hated Bu Fang very much, he still made this choice.
However, the final result was that Bu Fang chose to seal the Soul God.
Fall into the mortal world and become a mortal.
He originally jumped out of reincarnation, but re-entered reincarnation.
Birth, old age, sickness and death, the seasons change.
He gave up everything magnificent and chose an ordinary mortal life.
Perhaps, he just wanted to settle his impetuous heart.
The system now dissipates with Xiaobai's outbreak of God of Cooking will.
Bu Fang is really just a mortal now.
The spiritual sea and the spiritual entity have separated from the physical body and chose to suppress the soul god.
Today, he can't use his mental power, and there is no difference except that his physical body is stronger than ordinary people, and he is invulnerable to all diseases.
He will be tired, he will sweat, and he will have the emotions and desires of a mortal.
Little Ba, Bu Fang didn't know how he appeared.
Because he couldn't open Tianyuan Tiandi, he didn't know what happened to Tianyuan Tiandi.
Of course, the pastoral world will not be destroyed.
Because after Bu Fang released his cultivation base, he drove the pastoral world into the void of the universe.
Today's idyllic world should be transformed into stars of life again.
Even, it is more terrifying than ordinary life and stars.
Compare the big world of the chaotic universe.
However, Bu Fang still didn't understand why Xiao Ba appeared
I can't figure it out, and Bu Fang doesn't think about it anymore. If this little guy appears here, Bu Fang won't have any natural treasures for him to eat.
The only thing Xiaoba can eat is ordinary rice.
Speaking of rice…
Bu Fang went back to the house and opened the rice vat, the rice in it had bottomed out.
"There's no more rice, this little thing really eats a lot."
Bu Fang shook his head.
Cleaned up the dishes on the table.
Go back to the house and sleep.
Today's Bu Fang, apart from eating, his biggest hobby is sleeping.
the next day.
Bu Fang wore a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and left the house.
He didn't bring Xiaobai with him.
Alone, he came to a pond in the mountains.
Sit quietly all morning.
In the basket, there are a few fat fish that are alive and kicking.
Carrying the basket, Bu Fang walked down the mountain recklessly and freely.
soon.
He came to the village at the foot of the mountain.
This village is also considered remote.
When Bu Fang arrived, many people greeted him. After a few years, Bu Fang got to know everyone in the village well.
Everyone in the village also knew that there was a strange man on the mountain.
At first, everyone in the village thought that Bu Fang was a fairy.
However, when Bu Fang came down the mountain with a few fat fish to exchange for rice, the villagers knew that Bu Fang was a mortal who ate five grains just like them.
Once you come and go, you are all familiar with it.
"Aunt Zhang, do you have any rice left? I can exchange some fresh fish with you?"
Bu Fang said to the peasant woman carrying a hoe in the distance.
The peasant woman looked at the fish in Bu Fang's bamboo basket and swallowed her saliva. She also wanted to change it. It's not easy to eat fish in the mountains.
but…
"Buwazi, you can't do it. The officers and soldiers entered the village today, and the village chief gathered a lot of rice for the officers and soldiers to eat."
Aunt Zhang said with some regret.
"If you want rice, can auntie come to the city to bring it for you?"
Bu Fang was taken aback, there was no more rice.
"Aunt Zhang, you are busy, I will continue to ask..."
Bu Fang didn't care either.
He can always get rice, and even if he can't, he's not in a hurry.
Be calm and calm.
far away.
There was the sound of cooking, and the aroma wafted over.
Bu Fang frowned slightly.
"Over there are officers and soldiers eating, Buwazi, if you are really hungry, go over and tell the village, let the village chief make room for you."
Aunt Zhang said.
"My son is going to work as an official servant in the city with the officers and soldiers, Bu son, do you want to go?"
Rural people just know how to chatter.
Bu Fang replied a few words.
Just walked towards the distant location.
suddenly.
Bu Fang was taken aback.
In the large open space in the village.
The banquet tables are full, and the officials and servants are drinking and drinking.
Bu Fang held the bamboo basket and frowned slightly.
His eyes passed through the many officials who were full of grease, and looked towards the distance.
there…
A figure whose head was shrouded in mist stood there.
Although I can't see the face clearly.
But Bu Fang could tell... the other party was smiling at him.
"Master Bird?"