Bird Master left and disappeared.
Bu Fang's life was back to normal.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
Cook pure natural food and enjoy the deliciousness brought by nature.
Simple and unpretentious.
Xiaobai's mechanical eyes dimmed, and he seemed to have become much clumsy.
Occasionally, Xiaoba would climb onto Xiaobai's head, turn the nimble chicken head, and cluck a few times. Occasionally, he would shake the chicken's buttocks and run into the field, chasing bugs.
The Bazhen Chicken, which was originally very extraordinary, has become like a wild pheasant on a mountain.
Bu Fang is very comfortable, or rather enjoys this kind of life like a salted fish.
When he is bored, he will study various delicacies.
The study of food has become his only pleasure during these days.
Outside the mountains, in troubled times.
All kinds of wars and chaos continued to occur, and the tragic fighting led to the flames of war.
There is no sun and moon in the mountains.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter change continuously.
He has not gone down the mountain for a long time, nor has he gone to the village to exchange rice.
The rustling white snow fluttered down from the sky and landed on the ground in front of the wooden house, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of cotton-padded jacket.
Xiaobai sat in the yard, dazed, as if he had been piled up into a snowman.
With a pinch of snow on his head, Xiaoba gallops in the snow.
Bu Fang was wearing a thick padded jacket, and he let out a breath of white air.
Gulu Gulu.
The flame was less hot, and the hot water in the pot was steaming.
Bu Fang took the teacup and sprinkled a few wisps of roasted black tea leaves.
This tea is a special product of the mountain, and the yield is very small. It was discovered by Bu Fang by accident.
Pour boiling water into a teacup.
The tea leaves are infiltrated, and their own tea fragrance permeates and lingers.
The tea leaves are in the cup, swirling around.
The color of the tea water gradually changed from transparent to emerald green.
It looks very comfortable.
Holding the cup in both hands, Bu Fang sat on a chair wearing a padded jacket, looking at the white snow outside.
Day by day, Bu Fang didn't know how long he had been in this mountain.
chi chi.
Drinking a sip of tea, the warmth dispels the coldness of the body.
Sitting in a chair for a long time.
Bu Fangcai returned to the house, took a hoe and went up the mountain. Although the ingredients on the mountain were much less in winter, he didn't care.
Finding food is fate.
Xiaobai followed quietly.
One person and one puppet went up the mountain.
On a snowy day, the mountains are covered with white snow.
In the vast expanse of whiteness, it is really difficult to find delicious ingredients.
far away.
A snow rabbit is hopping.
Bu Fang saw it, but didn't move.
He carried the hoe and followed the snow rabbit quietly, and the snow rabbit jumped all the way.
Soon, he got into the nest, surrounded by several little rabbits, their cute little heads twirling around.
Bu Fang smiled slightly.
After looking at it from a distance, he took a hoe and walked away on the snow.
On the snow mountain, besides the snow rabbit, there are many other ingredients.
Mushrooms are one type.
The small mushrooms are attached to the trunk, and the rustling white snow shakes down, like flowers blooming in a white awn.
Bu Fang happily picked the mushrooms.
Put it in a basket.
Every winter, he would come to pick mushrooms, and the growth of mushrooms at this time is the most pleasant.
After Bu Fang picked them, he would dry the mushrooms in the sun and lay them out for later use.
Of course, direct cooking of mushrooms is also very delicious.
Picked mushrooms.
Bu Fang did not leave directly.
He was walking on the mountain, and soon, a hungry wild wolf stared at Bu Fang.
He flew towards Bu Fang.
The wild wolf was very hungry.
Bu Fang was also very hungry.
Although Xiaobai is much clumsier.
But with a slap, the wild wolf couldn't get up.
Bu Fang cheerfully tied up the wild wolf and threw it into the back basket. Because the back bag was much heavier, he let Xiao Bai carry it.
The harvest was quite fruitful, and Bu Fang didn't plan to go back yet.
He came to a pond in the mountains.
The pond is covered with a thick layer of ice.
The fish in winter is the fattest time.
Naturally, Bu Fang would not let go of such a delicacy.
He cut a hole in the ice, and in a short while several plump fish fell into the basket.
Satisfied, Bu Fang left the pond.
Stepping on the song, humming a song in the white snow, leaving the mountain.
It has to be said that Bu Fang has hummed songs for so many years, but his level is still not good enough.
Back in the house.
The daytime in winter is always very short.
It was getting dark quickly and the temperature was getting colder.
Bu Fang lit the fire and cleaned the fish. Bu Fang patted the fat fish meat.
From the room, he took out the preserved dried mushrooms, which he prepared in previous years.
The dried mushrooms have a unique fragrance. Take the mushrooms and put them on the processed fish.
Put them together in a pot and cook.
Steaming steam rises in the mountains.
…
Crash!
Bai Xue was trampled to pieces.
The sharp light continued to burst out.
The rustling white snow fell rapidly from the tree trunks.
Terrible sword qi crisscrossed the dense forest, and countless trees were smashed to pieces...
Severe gasps resounded.
A figure, wearing blood-stained armor, had a wide cut on the shoulder starting from the back and spreading to the waist.
The blood is continuously spilled from it.
Sprinkled on the snowy ground, making the snow melt.
His hair was disheveled and his face was pale.
The man was climbing hard in the snow.
Looking back from time to time, there are pursuers chasing him behind him.
hum...
Arrows one after another, the arrows exude a cold glow, like life-threatening arrows in the dark night.
He followed the seriously injured man who was climbing fast.
Puff puff puff!
Arrows burst into the ground one by one.
The snow is flying.
The man's pupils shrank suddenly.
The body rolled up, and with great strength, he rushed up from the snow, and his body spun.
An arrow whizzed past, flying past his face.
"Dugu Wushuang... you can't escape! In vain you are called the top ten swordsmen of the empire, fleeing like a bereaved dog is a disgrace to your reputation!"
A faint voice resounded.
Then, in the dense forest behind the man.
A series of black-clothed assassins walked on the snow.
True Qi exploded from these assassins.
Extremely fast.
The seriously injured man spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a cold snort, he continued to climb forward.
The sword in his hand swung violently.
A sharp sword energy exploded, slashing towards the assassins in the distance...
Several people reached out their hands at the same time, and swords fell into their hands.
Raise the sword end, puff!
The sword flower tore the snowflake.
It collided with the sword energy coming from the cut.
The blade bent and bounced away with great force.
It caused several assassins to retreat a few steps...
There is no trace of the sword, and the cultivation base of these assassins is also quite superb.
After all, the man was seriously injured, the more he pushed, the more sluggish his breath became.
The assassins approached.
Fight with him in the deep mountains, a battle that shakes the world.
The ground was full of bloodstains, and countless trees were cut into nothingness by the sword energy.
The mountains seem to be shaking!
The collision of swords and swords made clanging sounds continuously.
after a long time.
The war is over.
Only a few unrecognizable assassin corpses were left on the ground.
The footprints of different shades gradually spread towards the depths of the dense forest.
The wind and snow blow.
So that the footprints are submerged under the snow.
…
Gulu Gulu.
Bu Fang squeezed the time and turned off the fire.
He opened the steamer, and suddenly hot air surged from the steamer.
The hot air gradually dissipated in the dark night like a rolling vitality bomb.
"It smells good."
Bu Fang sniffed the fragrance in the air.
The aroma of dried mushrooms is mixed with the fragrance of fish, and the soft and tender fish is wrapped under the smooth skin, which is very delicious.
In addition to this steamed fish, Bu Fang also stir-fried a sliced mushroom.
The slightly viscous sauce fell down, and the mushroom slices seemed to be shining.
Fresh mushrooms and dried mushrooms have completely different flavors.
Bu Fang placed the dishes on the table.
Turned around and went back to the cabin.
Take a jug of wine from the prepared cellar.
This is the wine brewed by Bu Fang. It has been brewed for several years...
When you are comfortable, you will have a sip.
The deliciousness of this wine made Bu Fang intoxicated.
He has brewed a lot of wine. It can be said that Bu Fang has a deep understanding of fine wine.
but…
From Bu Fang's point of view, the previous brewing methods were all brewed with unique brewing techniques.
In fact, winemaking needs emotional paving.
The intensity of this emotion depends on the person who makes the wine.
In the past, Bu Fang's emotion towards wine making was more superficial.
Of course, even if it's just the technique, it's very amazing.
A jar of wine is not big.
About the size of a fist.
Bu Fang happily patted open the cover.
The rich aroma of wine diffused from it...
…
Dugu Wushuang was very tired, he felt that his blood flowed too much...
He almost fainted.
Seeking the fairy road, stepping on the song...
He Dugu Wushuang is also on the verge of death.
Sighed, he was helpless.
Is it possible that a generation of sword gods are going to die in this uninhabited remote mountain now
Dugu Wushuang smiled wryly.
Perhaps after many years, future generations will name this deep mountain the Peerless Mountain... After all, on this mountain lies the dead body of his Peerless Sword God.
far away.
A little fire lit up.
Flow slowly.
The fire light gradually spread in his eyes, and he was a little dizzy.
Dugu Wushuang coughed up blood, and the blood stained the blood-colored plum blossoms on the white snow surface.
thump.
He fell to his knees.
His whole face was buried in the snow.
Messy hair spread across his face, all he could hear was his own panting and the beating of his heart.
dying...
Dugu Wushuang sighed.
Sudden.
A plump chicken flapped its wings and came on the snow.
The chicken seemed to observe him curiously for a while.
Turned around his body in a circle.
Dugu Wushuang couldn't move, but he could feel the fat chicken that was alive and kicking.
Sudden.
The fat chicken stepped on his head with one paw, and jumped up and down on his body...
Dugu Wushuang almost died of anger without a breath.
Roll your eyes.
Finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Xiaoba... don't make trouble."
A thin figure walked out from the flames.
A faint voice resounded.
Dugu Wushuang's consciousness was fuzzy, and in the end he could only feel a cold iron palm falling, lifting his body like a chicken.
Dugu Wushuang opened his eyes with his powerful consciousness.
Suddenly...
An iron lump covered with iron skin was magnified in his eyes.
Dugu Wushuang was startled and passed out directly.
…
"Xiaobai, you're scaring people."
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched.
In the middle of the night, someone actually came running from this remote mountain.
Taking a look at the man covered in injuries, Bu Fang did not turn his back on him.
Ask Xiaobai to bring this person back to the hut.
thrown in the yard.
Bu Fang sat on the chair, rubbed his hands together, and let out a breath of white air.
Ready to start eating.
The steamed fish with mushrooms is absolutely delicious.
Bu Fang picked up a chopstick, the fish meat was tender and fragrant.
The entrance instantly melts like juice...
One bite of fish, one bite of fine wine.
The clear wine entered his stomach, like a ball of fire, causing the pores of Bu Fang's body to relax.
Xiao Ba wandered around Bu Fang, begging for food.
Bu Fang threw a piece of fish to Xiao Ba.
Just poured a glass of wine.
He walked to the side of the seriously injured man.
Seeing the latter's miserable appearance, he sighed.
poured the liquor into the man's mouth...