Snow rustled down.
What fell was silence.
It's like the dust of history.
Dugu Wushuang woke up.
The ear was so quiet, so quiet that he thought he might be in hell.
When I moved, my body touched the split firewood, and there was a sound.
Um
Can move
Dugu Wushuang was stunned.
He looked at his body. On his body, the original wound covering his shoulders and falling to his waist had completely healed.
Overnight, that fatal injury actually recovered? !
Dugu Wushuang stopped breathing, turned his head to look around, and found that he was in the woodshed.
"Which expert saved me... This kind of injury, I am afraid that only immortals can have the power to recover?"
He stood up, feeling a little ups and downs, but he didn't care.
Grabbing the Wushuang sword that was thrown on the ground, it was his lifeline, his pride as a sword god.
Caressing the sword, Dugu Wushuang let out a breath, "Since God won't take my life from Dugu Wushuang, then I, Dugu Wushuang, will sever this day with my sword!"
Pushed open the dilapidated door of the woodshed.
Dugu Wushuang walked out along the door.
The soft snow covered the ground.
In the yard, a fat chicken is flapping happily!
This is the fat chicken that stepped on his head before he passed out yesterday!
Dugu Wushuang narrowed his eyes.
"Are you awake? When you wake up, pack up and leave."
A faint voice resounded.
Dugu Wushuang was taken aback, turned his head to look over, and found a thin young man holding a bowl of boiling fish soup, sitting on a chair, and slurping it.
Next to it, a flying iron bump stayed there quietly.
This is where
Dugu Wushuang frowned, he could see that there was no fluctuation of true energy in this thin young man.
There is no doubt that this young man is a mortal, not a practitioner.
The puppet is also the same, without the fluctuation of true energy, I am afraid it is also a mortal thing.
Maybe this young man is the disciple of his predecessor who saved him
"I wonder if the immortal master is at home? Wushuang will never forget the kindness of saving my life."
Dugu Wushuang slightly nodded towards Bu Fang.
However, Bu Fang just glanced at him lightly and stopped talking.
After taking a mouthful of fish soup, he let out a mouthful of heat.
The atmosphere was silent for a while.
"The sword god of the lower empire, Dugu Wushuang...seek to see the immortal master."
Dugu Wushuang frowned, accentuating his tone.
"There are no fairy masters. If you recover from your injuries, just leave... There are so many mountains and plains, it is fate that you found this place."
Bu Fang took a bite of the fish and said.
He stood up and walked towards the cabin.
Dugu Wushuang took a deep breath.
This mortal... has a big tone.
However, Dugu Wushuang didn't make trouble, and took a deep look at Bu Fang's direction.
Walked to the front of the wooden house and sat down quietly.
"Since you don't say anything, I will wait here for the return of the immortal master..."
Dugu Wushuang said.
His heart was a little hot.
Looking for immortals, it is hard to find the road to immortality, and the world is turned upside down by this.
Since he was destined to meet an immortal master, how could he leave easily.
Xiaobai turned his head mechanically, his dull mechanical eyes glanced at Dugu Wushuang, and Xiaoba clucked, his eyes teasing.
In the cabin.
Bu Fang came out wearing a thick padded jacket.
"Why are you still here?"
Seeing Dugu Wushuang sitting on the chair, he frowned.
"I beg to see the immortal master..."
Dugu Wushuang said.
"I told you that there is no immortal master, so you can leave quickly, if you don't leave... I'm kicking him out." Bu Fang said.
He saved Dugu Wushuang because of the vast and deep mountains, the latter would find his wooden house, this is a kind of fate.
Just a glass of wine.
Bu Fang didn't want to leave alone in the wooden house.
Dugu Wushuang was suddenly unhappy.
"You young man is so unreasonable... I want to see the immortal master. If the immortal master returns, it's fine if he doesn't see me. Why do you drive people away!"
Dugu Wushuang said.
How could he give up on Dugu Wushuang when it came to Xianyuan.
Although he is Dugu Wushuang with superb swordsmanship, he is still far away from the legendary immortal.
He once wanted to break the void with martial arts, but unfortunately failed.
From then on, he knew that he was still far away from becoming an immortal.
"Am I unreasonable? If I were unreasonable...you would have already been turned into dry bones and fed to wild wolves in the mountains."
Bu Fang shook his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched, feeling slightly amused.
"Xiao Ba... drive him out."
Bu Fang said lightly.
After finishing speaking, he turned around and entered the wooden house, carrying the basket and preparing to go out, and went for a tour of the mountains.
"Get me out?"
The corner of Dugu Wushuang's mouth twitched.
Bu Fang is just a mortal.
There's a dull puppet, a chicken... who do you ask to kick him out
Dugu Wushuang didn't care.
But Bu Fang went straight out with a basket on his back.
"Cluck cluck cluck!"
Sudden.
Dugu Wushuang was stunned.
far away.
The fat chicken's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.
The chicken head is slightly pressed down.
The chicken wings slapped violently on the body.
With two chicken legs, I ran fast...
Faster and faster, faster and faster...
"Heck!!!"
A rooster crows!
Little Bayi stepped on the snow with his paws.
The snow suddenly exploded, exposing a large chicken paw.
Afterwards, Xiao Ba flew into the air, and the chicken paws spread out, kicking Dugu Wushuang in the face!
Fuck? !
Dugu Wushuang was stunned.
Too late to react.
He was kicked in the face by a fat chicken, and his body flew out uncontrollably.
Smashed out of the wooden house directly.
Boom!
Snow fell.
Dugu Wushuang stared blankly at the sky.
He the fuck... got kicked out by a chicken.
sad to cry...
Bu Fang walked out of the wooden house with a basket on his back and a bamboo stick, Xiao Bai followed behind him.
After a glance, Dugu Wushuang fell into the snow and doubted his life.
He continued walking with a blank expression on his face.
After a while, his figure disappeared into the cloud-shrouded mountain road.
Dugu Wushuang stood up.
He glanced at Bu Fang who disappeared.
His heart is throbbing now.
he was wrong...
He was wrong all along.
He preconceived that the immortal should be some kind of old man.
How would you know... Bu Fang, who doesn't have any real energy on his body, is an immortal!
Such a powerful fat chicken can listen to Bu Fang's words.
It shows that Bu Fang is definitely extraordinary!
Dugu Wushuang stood up.
However, before he could stand up straight, Xiao Ba took a run-up, jumped up, and kicked him in the face with a poof.
Dugu Wushuang was stunned and was kicked away again.
Snow fell all over the ground.
Dugu Wushuang was angry.
He is the number one sword god in the empire, and he was kicked on the head by a chicken
Even if Dugu Wushuang died in battle, he would not be defeated by a chicken!
Heck! ! !
It was snowing.
Dugu Wushuang fell to the snow again.
…
Bu Fang went to the deep mountains this time and did not come back for a short time.
He went to the top of the mountain, spent the night in the top of the mountain, and finally dug under a huge rock on the top of the mountain with a hoe.
A jar of fine wine was dug out by him.
"After three years of brewing, it is finally a success..."
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched.
This wine is buried on the top of this mountain, baptized by the essence of heaven and earth, impacted by the rustic atmosphere of the mountain, it is absolutely extraordinary.
Uncover a small corner of the cover.
The aroma of wine is coming out of it!
Taking a deep breath, Bu Fang was intoxicated.
now.
under the mountain.
The clouds rolled, and the sea of clouds emerged.
It seemed that purple air came from the east and flowed into the wine jar.
A jar of wine exudes a majestic atmosphere.
Bu Fang stared intently, using extremely ordinary ingredients, can also brew world-famous wine.
Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.
Snow flew by.
rustled down.
Bu Fang poured a glass of wine.
The liquor turned blue, the color of the sky.
Bu Fang took a sip.
The rich aroma of wine immediately poured into his limbs, and Bu Fang felt a throbbing.
This sip of wine is the essence he has accumulated for so many years.
Perhaps without emotion.
But inexplicably, it made his eyes bright.
Take a sip of wine and watch the sea of clouds churning.
Bu Fang's heart was as calm as water.
How to go on the road of chef god
Do you really want to cut off the seven emotions and six desires like a soul god
Take the ruthless way
But... Can ruthless food really go to the extreme
Or, as Bu Fang thought before, gathering the top delicacies in the world can cook the most delicious dishes and become a master of cooking
Maybe... nothing is right.
The real Master Chef... is not what he thought.
Bu Fang drank in silence.
Watching Yun Juan Yun Shu quietly.
…
the second day.
Bu Fang went down the mountain.
Yun Shen didn't know where it was, but Bu Fang tapped lightly with his bamboo stick, and naturally found the way back.
Before returning to the wooden house.
Bu Fang was taken aback.
far away.
A figure knelt down in the snow, and the white snow had already covered his body, as if wrapping him into a snowman.
Xiao Ba was walking back and forth with the chicken wings between his legs and legs.
It seemed to sense that Bu Fang had returned.
Xiao Ba stepped forward with his chicken legs, and flew towards Bu Fang quickly.
With a click, he jumped up.
Bu Fang raised his hand and grabbed the chicken's neck.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Bu Fang threw Xiao Ba onto Xiao Bai's head, looked at Dugu Wushuang who was kneeling on the ground, and said.
Dugu Wushuang stared at Xiao Ba with resentment.
He had chicken paw prints all over his face.
"Senior... I was wrong."
Dugu Wushuang suddenly knelt down on the ground and walked towards Bu Fang.
"Let's go..."
Bu Fang shook his head and said calmly.
He took a step and stepped into the wooden house.
Washing vegetables, cooking, a series of actions, flowing smoothly.
The rich fragrance soon lingered, spreading between the heaven and the earth.
Dugu Wushuang smelled it.
There was a strong sense of hunger in my stomach.
How can it be so fragrant? !
Isn't that a simple fried mountain delicacies
As the number one sword god in the imperial capital, what delicacy has he never tasted
However, I have never smelled such a fragrant smell.
Bu Fang ignored him, finished cooking, and ate while drinking.
While eating, Bu Fang couldn't help frowning.
sighed.
Put down the glass.
"It's been a long time since I ate delicious rice... I miss it."
Bu Fang muttered something.
Eat easily and freely.
Just clear away the dishes.
Wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a basket, there are wandering fat fish in the basket.
It's time to go down the mountain and exchange some rice with the villagers.
Seeing that Bu Fang was about to go out again.
Dugu Wushuang's face suddenly darkened.
This immortal master... Could it be that he just had the heart to watch him kneeling here
That's right... I really can't bear it.
Xiao Ba dangled in front of him with his chicken legs, Dugu Wushuang felt sorry for him.
Bu Fang grabbed the bamboo stick and walked down the mountain.
Dugu Wushuang's eyes lit up immediately, is the immortal master going down the mountain
Thinking of this, Dugu Wushuang did not kneel down.
He got up, patted his numb knees, and followed quickly with his sword in hand.
He followed Bu Fang far away, not daring to disturb Bu Fang.
Bu Fang went down the mountain and walked towards the village according to the path he remembered.
After several years, I don't know if the villagers still remember him.
Although Bu Fang has no cultivation base.
But Dugu Wushuang's following, he still knew.
He didn't care, if you love to follow, just follow.
Go forward along the dirt road.
The shadow of the village is close at hand.
When Dugu Wushuang saw the direction Bu Fang was walking in, the expression on his face suddenly became a little weird...
He hesitated to speak, but after thinking about it, he didn't continue...
Bu Fang came to the village.
The icy cold air surged.
Concession Fang frowned.
The village is in a mess and dilapidated...
The farm tools are covered with white snow, and some houses have collapsed... dilapidated.
The whole village is deserted.
It's like a deserted village.
"Master Immortal... Although I don't know what entanglement you have with this village, but this village was slaughtered three years ago. There are 300 people in the village, and none of them are left..."
Dugu Wushuang sighed and said.