Chapter 1812: The Clouds Are Deep and Unknown

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The snow is falling.

What fell was silence.

It seems as if the dust of history has been covered in dust.

Dugu Wushuang woke up.

It was so quiet in his ears, so quiet that he thought he might be in hell.

When he moved, his body touched the chopped wood and made a sound.

Um?

Can you move?

Dugu Wushuang was stunned.

He looked at his body. On his body, the wound that originally covered his shoulders and landed on his waist had completely healed.

Overnight, the fatal injury was actually recovered? !

Dugu Wushuang's breath stagnated, he turned around and looked around, and found that he was in a woodshed.

"Which expert saved me... Only an immortal can recover from such an injury, right?"

He stood up, his blood was a little hesitant, but he didn't care.

He grabbed the unparalleled sword that was thrown to the ground. It was his lifeblood and the pride of being a sword god.

Stroking the sword, Dugu Wushuang exhaled, "Since God, the thief, will not take my life from me, Dugu Wushuang, then I, Dugu Wushuang, will cut this world apart with one sword!"

He pushed open the dilapidated door of the woodshed.

Dugu Wushuang walked out along the door.

Soft snow covered the ground.

In the yard, a fat chicken was flapping happily!

This is the fat chicken that stepped on his head yesterday before he fell into coma!

Dugu Wushuang narrowed his eyes.

"Are you awake? When you wake up, pack up and leave."

A faint voice resounded.

Dugu Wushuang was stunned, turned around and looked over, and found a thin young man holding a bowl of boiling fish soup, sitting on a chair, and drinking.

Next to it, a flying iron lump stayed there quietly.

This is where?

Dugu Wushuang frowned. He could see that there was no real energy fluctuation in this thin young man.

There is no doubt that this young man is a mortal, not a practitioner.

The same goes for the puppet. It has no real energy fluctuations and is probably just a mortal thing.

Maybe this young man is the disciple of the senior who saved his life?

"I wonder if Master Immortal can be at home? My life-saving grace is unforgettable."

Dugu Wushuang nodded slightly towards Bu Fang.

However, Bu Fang just glanced at him lightly and stopped talking.

I took a sip of fish soup and let out a breath of hot air.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent for a while.

"I am the Sword God of the Empire, Dugu Wushuang... I want to see the Immortal Master."

Dugu Wushuang frowned and emphasized his tone.

"There is no such thing as an immortal master. Once you're healed, just leave... It's fate that you found this place in the vast mountains and plains."

Bu Fang took a bite of fish and said.

He stood up and walked towards the cabin.

Dugu Wushuang took a deep breath.

This mortal... has such a big tone.

However, Dugu Wushuang did not cause trouble and took a deep look in Bu Fang's direction.

He walked to 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 Road.

There was something burning inside him.

Looking for immortals, the path to immortality is hard to find, and everyone in the world is confused by this.

Since he was destined to meet the immortal master, how could he leave easily.

Xiaobai's mechanical head turned, and his godless mechanical eyes glanced at Dugu Wushuang. Xiaoba cackled with a playful look in his eyes.

In the cabin.

Bu Fang walked out wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket.

"Why are you still here?"

Seeing Dugu Wushuang sitting on the chair, he frowned.

"I would like to see the immortal master..."

Dugu Wushuang Road.

"I told you there is no immortal master, please leave quickly. If you don't leave... I will kick them out," Bu Fang said.

He saved Dugu Wushuang because it was fate that the latter would find his wooden house in the vast mountains.

Just a glass of wine.

Bu Fang didn't want to leave anyone alone in the wooden house.

Dugu Wushuang suddenly became unhappy.

"You young man is so unreasonable...I would like to see the immortal master.

If the immortal master comes back, it will be fine if he doesn't see me. Why do you chase people away? "

Dugu Wushuang Road.

When it comes to immortality, how can he, Dugu Wushuang, give up.

Although his Dugu Wushuang swordsmanship reaches heaven and earth, he is still far away from the legendary immortal.

He once wanted to fight against the void, but unfortunately failed.

From that moment on, he knew that he was still far away from becoming an immortal.

"Am I unreasonable? If I were unreasonable...you would have turned into withered bones and fed the wild wolves in the mountains."

Bu Fang shook his head and raised the corners of his mouth, slightly amused.

"Xiaoba... drive him out."

Bu Fang said calmly.

After saying that, he turned around and entered the wooden house, carrying the basket and preparing to go out and travel to the mountains.

"Kick me out?"

Dugu Wushuang's mouth twitched.

Bu Fang is just a mortal.

There is a dull puppet, a chicken...who do you want to drive him out?

Dugu Wushuang didn't take it seriously.

Bu Fang, on the other hand, carried the basket and went straight out.

"Kick-kick-kick!"

Sudden.

Dugu Wushuang was stunned.

far away.

The fat chicken's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

The chicken head is slightly depressed.

The chicken wings flapped sharply against the body.

He took two chicken legs and started running quickly...

The speed is getting faster and faster...

"Click!!!"

A rooster crows!

Xiao Bayi stepped on the snow with his paws.

The snow suddenly exploded, revealing a large chicken claw.

After that, Xiao Ba flew into the air, spread his chicken claws, and kicked Dugu Wushuang in the face!

Damn it? !

Dugu Wushuang was confused.

There was no time to react.

He was kicked in the face by a fat chicken, and his body flew out uncontrollably.

The wooden house was smashed out directly.

Bang!

Snow is falling.

Dugu Wushuang stared blankly at the sky.

He... was kicked out by a chicken.

So sad that I want to cry...

Bu Fang walked out of the wooden house carrying the basket and grabbing the bamboo stick, with Xiao Bai following behind him.

After a quick glance, he fell into the snow and doubted his life.

He continued walking with an expressionless face.

After a while, his figure disappeared into the mist-shrouded mountain road.

Dugu Wushuang stood up.

He glanced at Bu Fang who had disappeared.

He was now in a state of panic.

He was wrong...

He was wrong all along.

He preconceptionally thought that the immortal should be an old man.

Who knew... Bu Fang, who didn't have any vitality in his body, was an immortal!

Such a powerful fat chicken can listen to Bu Fang's words.

It shows that Bu Fang is definitely something extraordinary!

Dugu Wushuang stood up.

However, before he could stand up straight, Xiaoba jumped up and kicked him in the face with a pop.

Dugu Wushuang looked confused and was kicked away again.

Snow fell all over the ground.

Dugu Wushuang was angry.

He was the most majestic swordsman in the empire, and he was kicked on the head by a chicken?

Even if he died in battle alone, there was no way he would be defeated by a chicken!

Come on! ! !

Snow is falling.

Dugu Wushuang hit 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 on the top of the mountain, and finally dug out under a huge boulder on the top of the mountain with a hoe.

A jar of fine wine was dug out by him.

"After three years of brewing, I finally succeeded..."

Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.

This wine is buried on the top of this mountain, baptized by the essence of heaven and earth, and impacted by the earthy atmosphere of the mountain. It is absolutely extraordinary.

Open a small corner of the cover.

The billowing aroma of wine comes out from it!

Taking a deep breath, Bu Fang was intoxicated.

now.

Under the mountain.

The clouds are rolling, and the sea of ​​clouds emerges.

It seemed as if purple energy came from the east and merged into the wine jar.

A jar of wine exuded a majestic aroma.

Bu Fang's eyes narrowed, and he realized that even with extremely ordinary ingredients, he could brew a world-famous wine.

Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

Snow flew by.

Falling down.

Bu Fang poured a glass of wine.

The wine turned blue, like the color of the sky.

Bu Fang took a sip.

The rich aroma of wine suddenly poured into his limbs and bones, and Bu Fang felt a throbbing sensation.

This sip of wine is the essence of what he has accumulated over the years.

Maybe without any emotion.

But inexplicably, his eyes became clear.

Take a sip of wine and watch the rolling sea of ​​clouds.

Bu Fang's heart was as calm as water.

How to take the road to becoming a God of Cooking?

Do you really want to cut off the seven emotions and six desires like the Soul God?

Take the ruthless path?

But... can ruthless food really go to the extreme?

Or, as Bu Fang thought before, by gathering the best food in the world, he can cook the most delicious dishes and become a chef?

Maybe... none of them are right.

The real God of Cooking...is not what he thought.

Bu Fang drank in silence.

Watch quietly as the clouds roll and relax.

…

The second day.

Bu Fang went down the mountain.

Yun Shen didn't know where he was, but with a tap of Bu Fang's bamboo stick, he naturally found his way back.

Back to the cabin.

Bu Fang was startled.

far away.

A figure kneels in the snow, and the white snow has fallen all over his body, as if it has been wrapped into a snowman.

Xiaoba was walking around with chicken wings and chicken legs.

It seemed that Bu Fang had returned.

Xiaoba opened his chicken legs and flew toward 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 on Xiao Bai's head, looked at Dugu Wushuang who was kneeling on the ground, and said.

Dugu Wushuang stared at Xiaoba with a resentful look.

His face was covered with chicken paw prints.

"Senior...I was wrong."

Dugu Wushuang suddenly knelt down on the ground and said to Bu Fang.

"Leave..."

Bu Fang shook his head and said calmly.

He took a step forward and entered the wooden house.

Washing vegetables, cooking, a series of actions, all in one smooth motion.

The rich fragrance soon lingered out and spread between heaven and earth.

Dugu Wushuang smelled the smell.

There was a strong feeling of hunger in my belly.

How can it be so fragrant? !

Isn't that just a simple fried mountain delicacy?

As the number one swordsman in the imperial capital, what kind of delicacies has he never tasted?

However, I have never smelled such a fragrant smell.

Bu Fang ignored him and finished cooking, drinking and eating at the same time.

While eating, Bu Fang couldn't help but frown.

Sighed.

Put down the wine glass.

"It's been a long time since I've had delicious rice... I really miss it."

Bu Fang muttered.

Finished the meal with ease and satisfaction.

Just put away the dishes.

He put on a bamboo hat and carried a basket filled with fat fish.

It was time to go down the mountain to exchange some rice with the villagers.

Seeing Bu Fang was about to go out again.

Dugu Wushuang's face suddenly darkened.

This immortal master... could he bear to watch him kneel here all the time?

Yes... he really could bear it.

Xiao Ba swayed in front of him with a chicken leg, and Dugu Wushuang felt sad.

Bu Fang grabbed the bamboo stick and walked down the mountain.

Dugu Wushuang's eyes suddenly lit up. Is the immortal master going down the mountain?

With this thought, Dugu Wushuang did not kneel.

He got up, patted his numb knees, and quickly followed with the sword in hand.

He followed Bu Fang from a distance, not daring to disturb Bu Fang.

Bu Fang went down the mountain and walked into the village according to the road he remembered.

After several years, I wonder if the villagers still remember him.

Although Bu Fang has no cultivation.

But he still knows that Dugu Wushuang is following him.

He didn't care. If you want to follow, then follow.

He walked forward along the muddy road.

The shadow of the village was close in front of him.

Dugu Wushuang saw the direction Bu Fang was walking, and his expression suddenly became a little strange...

He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after thinking about it...

Bu Fang came to the village.

The cold air surged.

Bu Fang frowned.

The village was in a mess and dilapidated...

The farm tools were covered with white snow, and some houses collapsed... It was extremely dilapidated.

The whole village was deserted.

It was like a deserted village.

"Master... Although I don't know what entanglement you have with this village, this village was massacred three years ago. All 300 people in the village were killed..."

Dugu Wushuang sighed and said.