'Can't you be more normal?'
Summer was a little speechless as she watched Mu Hongzi walk out of the thatched hut.
Of course …
It was just that Mu Hongzi had walked out of the thatched hut.
If a naked Realm Lord Ditte had walked out of the thatched hut, the atmosphere would have been inexplicably awkward.
Realm Lord Ditte did not expect that Bu Fang would come back!
Looking at Bu Fang's familiar face, Realm Lord Ditte's eyes became moist.
"Oh! Little Bu Bu! "
Realm Lord Ditte strode his long legs toward Bu Fang, step by step, as if he was running under the setting sun with crystal tears.
Bam!
As Realm Lord Ditte approached Bu Fang, Summer sent him flying with a slap, her face dark.
"This guy … I don't like looking at him."
Summer rubbed her fists and said.
Mu Hongzi looked at Bu Fang with a smile.
He walked to Bu Fang's side, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed with emotion.
Summer was gone, and Realm Lord Ditte was also taken away.
Realm Lord Ditte wanted to talk about the old days with Bu Fang, but Summer grabbed his head and dragged him away.
Only Mu Hongzi and Bu Fang were left on the top of the Heaven Tree.
Mu Hongzi clasped his hands behind his back. His white robe was so white that it seemed to shimmer.
Standing on the tree with his hands clasped behind his back, he seemed to have merged with the entire Heaven Chief Realm.
In fact, it was Realm Lord Ditte who had merged with the Heaven Chief Realm.
In front of the thatched hut, Bu Fang took out a chair from the Heaven and Earth Farmland and sat on it, quietly watching Mu Hongzi's performance.
After a long moment of silence …
Mu Hongzi finally opened his mouth.
"You're indeed the man I like. In such a short time, your cultivation base has reached the level of a God Emperor …"
Mu Hongzi turned around and said with a smile.
His smile was like a spring breeze.
Bu Fang didn't smile. He just nodded at Mu Hongzi.
It was because Bu Fang sensed that Mu Hongzi's cultivation base … seemed to be even more unfathomable. He might not even be a God Emperor.
"Back then, I was only left with a remnant soul. However, after recuperating, my cultivation base has recovered to its peak."
"I used to love cooking, but now … It's been a long time since I've held a kitchen knife."
Mu Hongzi said.
These words made Bu Fang squint his eyes slightly, and he became much more spirited.
"Do you know what happened to me?"
Bu Fang asked.
As expected, Mu Hongzi nodded.
"Since you've chosen this path without hesitation, you're bound to encounter this situation … Now, you don't have a sense of taste, smell, or mental force … You're not a top chef now."
Mu Hongzi said.
"Why?"
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. This was what he wanted to know.
As expected, Mu Hongzi knew.
Mu Hongzi fell silent. He slowly turned around and looked at Bu Fang, his eyes gradually becoming a little confused.
"Because … I used to be like you …"
Mu Hongzi let out a sigh.
"It's a choice. You can think of it as a test, but … it's a little cruel. To make a person who loves cooking lose his sense of taste, touch, smell, and mental force … It's simply an inhumane torture," said Mu Hongzi.
"You have a good and optimistic attitude.
"Back then, I was frantically looking for a solution, frantically trying to regain my sense of smell, and I wanted to cook. I wanted to continue on the path of becoming a God of Cooking.
"Unfortunately … reality gave me a cruel blow, and I failed in the end."
Mu Hongzi glanced at Bu Fang with a wry smile. He envied Bu Fang's current state.
He was calm, which he could not do.
Of course, Bu Fang's calmness might only be on the surface.
"How can I regain my cooking skills?"
Asked Bu Fang.
That was the key.
However, Mu Hongzi shook his head.
"I don't know. It depends on you. This is actually a test given to you by 'it'. If you can't complete it … you may be eliminated or even killed," said Mu Hongzi.
The 'it' he mentioned should be referring to the System.
Did Mu Hongzi not know?
"But I thought a lot after I was resurrected. Everyone has their own answer to this kind of test. Perhaps' it 'wants you to find the essence of your cooking path. Everything has its essence, and if you don't figure it out, you won't be able to reach the top," Mu Hongzi said seriously.
At this moment, he saw himself, who was once confused, in Bu Fang.
Unfortunately, there was no one to answer his questions in the past.
Compared to Bu Fang, he was unfortunate.
Otherwise, he might have gone further on the path of becoming a God of Cooking.
"Find the essence of my cooking path …"
Bu Fang was stunned.
Mu Hongzi's words made him fall into deep thought.
Although Bu Fang said he wanted to be the God of Cooking who stood at the top of the food chain in the fantasy world …
What was the real path to becoming a God of Cooking?
Bu Fang asked himself and found that he had never thought about it.
Perhaps he had thought about it when he was condensing the Heart of Cooking Path, but that was only superficial.
Now, the System had sealed his mental force and slowly stripped away his sense of touch, smell, and taste.
Perhaps it really wanted him to find the essence.
If he could really find the essence, even if he didn't have all these, he would still be able to walk on that path without hesitation.
Bu Fang's eyes lit up.
Mu Hongzi seemed to find that Bu Fang had listened to him.
For a moment, he was a little envious.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp … Little one, come to me, handsome brother."
Mu Hongzi looked at Bu Fang, who was lost in thought. He smiled and did not disturb him. Instead, he turned to play with Little Hu and Xiaopi, who were sitting on Bu Fang's shoulders.
Little Hu had the Heavengod's blood in him, so his bloodline was no longer that of an ordinary nine-tailed fox.
Xiaopi, on the other hand, made Mu Hongzi narrow his eyes slightly.
The next moment, the smile on his face grew brighter.
Holding the two little ones in his arms, he left the thatched hut.
Then, he left the place to Bu Fang.
He also ordered that no one was allowed to step into the place.
Bu Fang sat in a chair and looked into the distance. His eyes were blank as he fell into deep thought.
It was not easy to walk to the end of a path because it was always covered with thorns and sharp stones, which made it very difficult to walk.
Mu Hongzi's words made Bu Fang fall into deep thought.
He was thinking, or … making a choice.
…
In the Heaven Chief Realm …
The prosperous fourth layer …
The fourth layer of the Heaven Chief Realm was the most prosperous.
After Mu Hongzi took charge of the Netherworld, he had improved the Heaven Chief Realm. After all, the Heaven Chief Realm belonged to him, and he had indescribable feelings for it.
The Heaven Tree was his magic treasure, and he used it to guard the Heaven Chief Realm.
It was divided into four realms, which was the same as the Heaven Chief Realm.
Now, the intensity of the spiritual energy in each layer of the Heaven Chief Realm was the same.
However, the fourth layer was the most prosperous.
It was because the Realm King's Mansion was located in the fourth layer.
Summer had found Mu Hongzi a long time ago. When she found him, she rolled up her sleeves and fought with him for three hundred rounds.
Realm Lord Ditte was now the incarnation of the Great Path of the Heaven Chief Realm.
To him, this was both a good and a bad thing.
It was hard for him to improve his cultivation base. This was a bad thing.
The good thing was that he was immortal from now on, unless the Heaven Chief Realm was destroyed and disappeared.
Otherwise, he, Realm Lord Ditte, would definitely be the one who had lived the longest.
Even longer than the God Emperor.
When he learned that Bu Fang had returned …
In the first layer of the Heaven Chief Realm, many old acquaintances came to see Bu Fang.
However, they didn't see him.
They thought they would see him in a few days, but they waited for a long time.
…
In the Heaven Chief Realm, there were spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
It was specially set by Mu Hongzi.
With his strength, it was a piece of cake for him to set the weather.
Bu Fang sat in front of the thatched hut and stared quietly into the distance.
Just like that, he looked into the distance quietly, as if he was hesitating, but also as if he was thinking.
The pitter-patter of rain began to fall.
The rain kept falling from the sky and soaked Bu Fang.
However, Bu Fang still didn't move.
The curtain of rain, which looked like a curtain of beads, was reflected in Bu Fang's eyes and seemed to be deeply reflected in his heart.
Spring passed, and summer arrived.
The sun was scorching.
Bu Fang's hair had become dry.
His lips seemed to be cracking …
Summer arrived, and autumn arrived.
The autumn wind rustled. Many leaves fell from the thatched hut behind Bu Fang. The leaves were yellow and withered, fluttering in the air.
Bu Fang sat motionless in the chair.
The leaves piled up several layers.
Autumn passed, and winter arrived.
Bu Fang didn't move at all. He was completely covered by the white snow, and his whole body couldn't even be seen.
Time passed slowly just like that.
No one disturbed him or woke him up.
Occasionally, Mu Hongzi would come.
He would walk around Bu Fang's body a few times with Little Hu and Xiaopi in his arms, and then leave.
Mu Hongzi had no idea what was on Bu Fang's mind.
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Time passed.
Finally.
Once again, the pure white snow fell.
Bu Fang moved.
His fingers moved with difficulty, shaking off the snow on his body.
Bu Fang opened his eyes.
He raised his hand, and the snow fell.
Bu Fang rose to his feet. With a swoosh, the leaves and snow fell all over the ground.
Bu Fang reached out his hand and touched his face. He had a long beard on his face, which was covered with a long beard.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there.
"Summer, summer, passes quietly … F * ck!"
Humming a tune, Mu Hongzi walked to the top of the Heaven Tree in a mink coat and found Bu Fang standing up.
He was startled and his voice cracked.
"Boy, you moved? I thought you were going to turn into a Wangfu Stone and look at me for three thousand years! "
Mu Hongzi put one hand on his hip, patted his chest with the other, and rolled his eyes at Bu Fang.
Coupled with his beautiful face, he looked a little flirtatious.
Bu Fang raised his hand. Divine power swirled around him.
His whole body trembled.
Immediately …
His beard receded, and the stains on his body disappeared. The Vermilion Robe fluttered, and he looked very energetic.
However, if one looked closely, they would find that there was something different about Bu Fang.
It was an indescribable change, a change in his temperament.
The look in Bu Fang's eyes became rather deep.
Looking at Mu Hongzi, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."
Bu Fang said.
Mu Hongzi rolled his eyes. "Let's go. I'll ask the Heaven Chief I've trained to cook a good meal for you. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
Bu Fang had woken up.
The news spread.
Many people's spirits were shaken.
Many acquaintances came to find him.
The Realm Lord Ditte, Summer, Hades Tenzang, the Black Dragon King, and other Netherworld friends all came to find him.
Mu Hongzi also made an arrangement for Bu Fang.
The chefs of the Heaven Chief Realm were all in high spirits, ready to show off their cooking skills.
It was an event hosted by the Realm King.
If they could win the Realm King's appreciation, they would enjoy endless benefits!
In the fourth layer of the Heaven Chief Realm …
In the Immortal City …
In the vast square …
Countless Heaven Chief were ready to go.
At Mu Hongzi's order, they all began to cook.
Immortal flames burned, hot steam rose, and a fragrant aroma assailed the nostrils …
The Heaven Chief began to show off their skills and cook with all their might.
Bu Fang sat in the judge's seat, his expression unchanged. He just watched the lively competition with mixed emotions.
Soon …
Finally, a Heaven Chief finished cooking the first dish and came up with it.
Mu Hongzi pushed the dish to Bu Fang.
"Here, try it."
Mu Hongzi said.
He looked hopefully at Bu Fang, wondering if Bu Fang had regained his senses of taste, smell, touch, and mental force.
Bu Fang looked at the steaming dish, which seemed to be glistening with light.
He picked up the spoon and gently scooped it up.
The soup of the dish flowed down the spoon. It was extremely slippery, and steam rose from it and sprayed onto his face.
Bu Fang took a deep breath.
He grabbed the spoon and swallowed the food in the spoon into his stomach.
The next moment, Bu Fang raised his eyebrows slightly.
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