Chapter 1813: Time Flies Like a Flash

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There are three hundred people in the village, no one is left...

When Dugu Wushuang said these words, he felt quite heavy.

In troubled times, human lives are like straw, it is true.

Looking at the deserted village covered with white snow, it may have once been full of people, but now it is in a dilapidated state.

In troubled times, everyone is trying to survive, and the most miserable ones are these mortals.

Dugu Wushuang was silent.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he couldn't speak. A fear born deep in his soul made it difficult for him to even breathe.

There was a clang.

The sword fell to the ground.

Dugu Wushuang sat down on the ground, his pupils widened, staring at Bu Fang in horror.

At this moment, this mortal seemed to be as terrifying as a god.

"Immortal Master..."

Dugu Wushuang opened his mouth and made a sound with difficulty in his throat.

It was as if a hand was grabbing his throat.

Sudden.

The terrifying aura disappeared.

His whole body relaxed. In the snowy weather, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

This time, he looked at Bu Fang with no doubt...

Bu Fang sighed.

Saw it.

Looking at the vast white deserted village, my emotions were a bit complicated.

At that moment, he accidentally revealed his state of mind, which made Dugu Wushuang look horrified.

After all, Bu Fang once reached the pinnacle of the universe, a saint of chaos, and he was supreme wherever he was placed.

Even if Bu Fang has no strength at all now, just his state of mind and the revelation of his thoughts are enough to make people feel terrible pressure.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, this is exactly what is said.

Snowflakes are flying between heaven and earth.

Time and space seemed to become very quiet.

Dugu Wushuang sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

It seemed that the only sound left that could be heard was his breathing.

A leisurely sigh made him feel extremely shocked inside.

"Go find a pheasant."

Bu Fang's faint voice resounded.

Dugu Wushuang suddenly felt relaxed, as if he had been granted amnesty.

He responded, rolling and crawling towards the wilderness in the distance.

Bu Fang sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the deserted village with complicated eyes...

The voices, faces, and smiles of the villagers seemed to still appear in front of him.

The simple villagers left a deep impression on Bu Fang.

Aunts, uncles, old village chiefs...

Figures seemed to float across his face.

Bu Fang let out a breath.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, perhaps this is the fate of mortals.

Dugu Wushuang returned soon.

He was holding a pheasant in his hand.

He handed the pheasant to Bu Fang, his face full of respect and anxiety.

If he had just guessed that Bu Fang was an immortal master before, then at that moment... in just one thought, he understood the feeling that seemed to make him fall into death.

Bu Fang must be an immortal master.

And he is that kind of super powerful immortal master.

Looking for immortals, isn't this the immortal he is looking for?

Bu Fang took the pheasant.

In Dugu Wushuang's surprised eyes, he dealt with it directly.

Bu Fang dug out a black pot covered with dust from the deserted village.

After it was clear and clean, a pot was set up directly in the village.

The flames rose up, dispersing a lot of the surrounding coldness.

Dugu Wushuang didn't know what Bu Fang was going to do.

Bu Fang asked him to find another chicken and monkey, so he quietly sat cross-legged in the distance, waiting for Bu Fang's instructions.

However, Bu Fang did not order him.

Instead, he was doing his own thing.

The pheasant was processed, its feathers were stripped off, and after boiling hot water, the skin and flesh gradually solidified...

But Bu Fang's movements did not slow down and he was still processing the ingredients.

Not only were there pheasants, but also the fatty fish prepared by Bu Fang.

Removing scales, disemboweling, removing internal organs, Bu Fang's series of movements were smooth and smooth.

At this moment, Bu Fang seemed to be a simple cook cooking dishes carefully.

Dugu Wushuang did not dare to alarm Bu Fang.

I can only watch quietly.

Bu Fang moved quickly, and a scent filled the air.

only……

Smelling the fragrance, Dugu Wushuang's eyes showed a hint of sadness.

He was shocked in his heart and stimulated his body with sword intent.

"Scent can actually affect your mind?"

Dugu Wushuang was horrified and felt Bu Fang was more and more mysterious.

Both dishes were cooked quickly.

A golden roasted chicken and a fragrant steamed fish...

Bu Fang held a dish in one hand and placed the two dishes in the snow.

The rich fragrance spreads.

But it seems to have a depressing sadness.

Bu Fang sat in front of two dishes, but he didn't eat them.

he mused.

He retreated to this star and returned to mortal life, but mortals will eventually return to dust.

Then how should he take the road behind Bu Fang?

Master Bird once asked Bu Fang, what if Bu Fang was reduced to a piece of loess a few hundred years later?

Bu Fang answered in a free and easy manner before.

Now, looking at the deserted village, a feeling of loneliness suddenly spreads.

Death is lonely.

What would happen to those old friends if he died?

Xiaoyou who is in seclusion, Lord Dog, Erha, the King of Hades...

What should they do?

If they learned of his death, they would all be very sad.

The destruction of the villagers made Bufang feel extremely sad at the moment, let alone anything else.

Bu Fang raised his hand and covered his chest...

His heart ached slightly.

This kind of pain seems to be born deep in the soul.

"The God of Soul and the Great Way of Heaven have all proved that only by taking a ruthless path can one reach the top...but I am addicted to emotions, like a fish that has lost its way."

Bu Fang's eyes were confused.

Bu Fang also wanted to take the ruthless path, but he found that he couldn't.

He couldn't be ruthless.

Even if you live in seclusion in the mountains for several years, the emotions are still there.

Maybe he was a hypocritical person from the beginning.

Although he doesn't like to laugh, doesn't like to talk, and has a pale face.

But...the feelings of the heart cannot be deceived.

If he is really heartless, then he won't be able to keep so many old friends around him.

The gods and souls of the ancient world are all alone. They are invincible in the world, but they are lonely in the universe.

And Bu Fang is lucky, there are many people around him.

Gouye, Erha, Xiaopi, Xiaoyou, Xiaobai, Xiao Xiaolong, Xiao Yanyu...

Wait for a familiar name to come to mind.

Bu Fang shook his head.

His face was bitter.

He stood up and saw that the deserted village was still deserted.

Bu Fang clasped his hands together and leaned forward slightly, saying goodbye to the former villagers.

Behind Bu Fang, Dugu Wushuang's eyes widened.

He saw a few bright lights suddenly flashing in the deserted village.

On the sky, figures appeared one after another, walking and busy.

The busy scene of the deserted village that disappeared suddenly appeared again.

It's like a ray of projection in the long river of time.

After a long time.

Everything disappears.

The deserted village is still dilapidated, and the heavy snow has swept away the dust of history.

Bu Fang put his hands behind his hands and left the village.

Step by step, we returned to the mountain.

Dugu Wushuang took a deep breath. He was so shocked that he turned around and followed Bu Fang's pace without any hesitation.

The road back to the mountain was covered with snow.

The two of them returned to the house halfway up the mountain.

It's late at night.

The lights in Bu Fang's room were turned off and he fell asleep.

Dugu Wushuang was in the woodshed, but his mood could not be calm for a long time.

He knew that when his destiny appeared, he had to seize it.

If he can't catch it, he will never miss the chance of immortality.

This night.

It passed quickly.

Dugu Wushuang opened his eyes and heard rustling sounds outside the door.

He grabbed the sword and rushed out.

In the yard.

Bu Fang was carrying a thick luggage.

The fat chicken was stuffed into Bu Fang's chest, leaving only the chicken's head exposed.

Xiaobai was also carrying his luggage, his mechanical eyes dim, standing next to Bu Fang.

Is this a long trip?

Dugu Wushuang was shocked.

He grabbed a handful of snow and wiped it on his face to wake himself up a lot.

"Is this what the Immortal Master wants?"

he asked.

"Go out for a walk...do you want to follow?"

Bu Fang glanced at Dugu Wushuang.

Dugu Wushuang was startled.

"If you want to follow, just follow..."

Bu Fang Road.

After saying that, he pushed open the fence of the house.

Dugu Wushuang followed him out, Bu Fang locked the fence, grabbed the bamboo stick, stepped on the snow, and left quietly.

Xiaobai carried his luggage and followed Bu Fang step by step.

Xiao Ba's small head popped up in Bu Fang's arms.

Dugu Wushuang did not hesitate, grabbed the sword and followed.

Three figures slowly disappeared into the snow-covered mountains.

…

Xunxianxing is not big.

But walking on foot is enough to take countless years.

Bu Fang, Xiao Bai, and Dugu Wushuang who have been following him.

The three of them walked across the stars.

Starting from the mountains, they head towards the whole world.

Dugu Wushuang is like a personal bodyguard, guarding Bu Fang and helping with many things.

Bu Fang did not refuse and acquiesced to his behavior.

Time goes by, and ten years fly by.

Bu Fang's face became much more resolute, and the vicissitudes of life also appeared in his eyes.

Dugu Wushuang was wearing shabby clothes, carrying a knife that had not been pulled out for ten years, and had a unkempt beard on his face.

Xiao Bai didn't change much, his iron skin turned outwards, and his mechanical eyes were still dull.

Xiaoba is still small and cute. Even if he is walking on foot, the little thing is still chubby.

…

Fifty years.

The three of them continued walking.

Dugu Wushuang has begun to look old.

His back was hunched, and veins appeared on his arms.

However, he did not complain and continued to follow Bu Fang as he walked across the continent.

During these days following Bu Fang, Dugu Wushuang ate delicious food and experienced unprecedented changes in his mood.

In the past, he was known as the first sword god in the empire, but when the empire fell, the sword god died.

The so-called name of the Sword God has long since disappeared from the mainland.

But to be called the God of Swords, there are countless souls killed by his sword.

However, following Bu Fang, he seemed to have experienced a baptism of soul.

Although he has not wielded a sword for decades, his understanding of the art of swordsmanship has improved a lot.

…

The first hundred years.

The continent is almost gone.

The polar regions of Xunxian Star, the endless forests, and the boundless sea all left their traces.

Dugu Wushuang's hair has turned white, and his whole person has become much older.

The energy and blood began to dry up, and the magnificent sword god of the generation was indeed getting old.

Bu Fang's appearance didn't change much.

But deep in his eyes, one can also see the sense of age.

After all, after a hundred years, the body may not be defeated, but the soul cannot bear it.

Now, his soul is the soul of a mortal.

Bu Fang is more introverted.

Xiaobai and Xiaoba have not changed.

...

The two hundred years.

Dugu Wushuang can no longer walk.

He once stood at the top, but he did not find the way to immortality, and was just a mortal after all.

Bu Fang is also old.

White hair, wrinkles on the face.

Hunched back, octogenarian.

They did not continue to walk on the continent, because they had walked all the places they could walk.

The world is big, and they have seen it all.

Therefore, Bu Fang did not continue to walk.

In two hundred years, they have seen the rise of dynasties and the fall of dynasties...

When you are tired, you should take a break.

In the bustling city.

Bu Fang and Dugu Wushuang bought a house and lived in seclusion there.

Bu Fang returned to his old business and opened a restaurant.

It's just that... he opened this restaurant casually.

He just cooks according to his mood.

Dugu Wushuang works odd jobs in the restaurant, and his sword has long been sealed by him.

He doesn't know whether Bu Fang is an immortal master.

But will an immortal master grow old like a mortal?

There is no point in worrying about these things.

He just wants to live a quiet life now...

Refining his mind in the mortal world, the current sword god has a stronger sword intent than the sword god in his heyday.

...

The third hundred years.

Dugu Wushuang's life is coming to an end. He can't walk anymore and can't be a waiter in the restaurant.

Bu Fang is also old and stays quietly in the restaurant.

The downtown changes again and again, and the neighbors are constantly changing.

The end of life is always calm and elegant.

In the restaurant.

Bu Fang poured a glass of clear wine and toasted Dugu Wushuang who was sitting cross-legged opposite from him.

The latter was barely breathing.

His turbid eyes stared at Bu Fang, full of complex emotions.

Xiaobai and Xiaoba both stayed in the restaurant.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy...

After a long time.

A leisurely sigh.

"Master... Wushuang has gone first."

The corners of Dugu Wushuang's wrinkled mouth twitched slightly.

Bu Fang drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Boom!!!

A ray of sword intent swept away the vanity, and the extremely sharp sword intent soared into the sky.

Straight into the sky.

The terrifying sword energy bloomed above the sky.

This is the sword intent that has been condensed for three hundred years.

When the sword intent came out, the world was shocked!

It was as if the legendary sword god had returned to the earth again.

In the restaurant.

After Dugu Wushuang released this sword.

Satisfiedly bowed his head.

His hands fell weakly to his waist.

Bu Fang grabbed the wine glass, and the wine in the glass rippled.

After a long time, he sighed and quietly released it.

The years in a blink of an eye are like vanity.

In the void.

Bird Master appeared with his hands behind his back, stepping on the void.

Outside the Immortal Star.

One after another, figures came in the air...

The eyes of these figures were extremely complicated.

Their auras were extremely powerful, and they were all top bosses in the prehistoric universe.

On this day.

The top bosses of the prehistoric universe came to Xunxian Star one after another.

The whole star was boiling.

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