This was a newborn planet with life, called Planet Immortality. Because the planet with life was formed relatively late and was limited by the spirit energy of heaven and earth, the entire planet only had legends of immortals and gods left behind in ancient times.
There was no such thing as immortals and gods anymore.
Countless descendants of the planet searched for the path of immortality and immortality, but in the end, they couldn't find it and died of old age.
Later generations changed the name of the nameless planet to Planet Immortality.
On the vast path of immortality, immortals could be found everywhere.
…
The mountain road was a bit muddy after the rain.
Soaked by the rain, the yellow soil became extremely wet and sticky, sticking to the soles of the feet and making the shoes that had just been changed dirty.
Green leaves hung on both sides of the mountain road. Insects were gnawing on the leaves, and raindrops were condensing.
Swish …
The straw cape brushed past the leaves, and the leaves suddenly shook.
Crystal clear water droplets fell from the leaves.
The little insect was also scared and hugged the leaves tightly.
Bu Fang carried the hoe and slowly went up the mountain step by step.
On Planet Immortality, this mountain was located in a remote area.
The ground was very slippery, and the wet soil always gave people a sense of emptiness, as if one would slide down the mountain with a little carelessness.
Xiao Bai's iron skin was flying, and there was no light in his mechanical eyes. He quietly followed behind Bu Fang.
He stepped down, and his iron foot sank deep into the ground. When he pulled it out, the yellow soil flew everywhere.
"Walk slowly."
Bu Fang glanced at Xiao Bai, who was a little slow, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
After walking for a while, Bu Fang was a little out of breath.
Right now, he was no different from a mortal. Even his physical body seemed to have returned to its original state.
The mountain was very high, and the sun was already setting in the west. Bu Fang didn't want to waste any more time.
Xiao Bai quickly climbed up using his hands and feet.
Deep in the mountain, there were ferocious beasts and birds.
However, although Bu Fang had returned to normal, his pressure hadn't disappeared. The ferocious beasts and birds didn't dare to come close to him.
Swish, swish …
The mountain stream flowed, and from far away, Bu Fang could smell the water vapor.
He brought Xiao Bai over.
The water in the mountain stream was incomparably clear. This was the clear water after the rain, and it was even sweeter.
Bu Fang took out a clay pot and filled it with water.
He shook the water a little. The water was very clear. There was no mud or sediment at all.
Bu Fang was very satisfied and continued to go up. He was going to look for the ingredients for tonight's dinner.
The tree was covered with mushrooms, some of which were poisonous. Bu Fang chose the mushrooms that were growing well and non-poisonous and threw them into the basket on his back.
He continued to climb the mountain.
Finally, he and Xiao Bai arrived at a bamboo forest.
The pillars in the bamboo forest towered into the clouds, and the rustling of leaves could be heard as they rustled against each other.
The ground was covered with bamboo leaves. Some of the bamboo leaves were rotten, and it had just rained, so the smell of decay was very strong.
Xiao Bai didn't move and sat on the side.
Bu Fang was used to it. Carrying the hoe, he stepped into the bamboo forest.
He searched in the bamboo forest unhurriedly. Soon, he found a sprouting bamboo shoot and chopped down with his hoe.
He dug the bamboo shoot out of the ground.
Peeling off the soil, Bu Fang patted it and threw the bamboo shoot into the basket.
Of course, he was not satisfied and continued to look for the bamboo shoots.
The bamboo shoots that sprang up after the rain in this season were the best. The delicious food cooked was the most tempting.
He found several bamboo shoots in a row.
Bu Fang was a little out of breath. He leaned against the bamboo, took out a kettle, and drank a mouthful of water.
The sweet water flowed down his throat and into his body, making his tired body feel much more comfortable.
It was getting late.
Bu Fang did not continue to look for it.
He took Xiao Bai down the mountain.
The food in the mountain was actually very rich and colorful.
Humming a song, Bu Fang took Xiao Bai down the mountain.
The mountain road was difficult to walk up, but the road down the mountain was very easy.
Bu Fang's humming was very jerky and deliberate.
Perhaps Bu Fang felt that it would be weird not to hum a song on such a lonely road.
They returned to the house.
The sky had become dark.
Little Myna ran around the house, clucking and calling out.
Bu Fang rubbed the little fellow's head, then took the ingredients and entered the room.
Xiao Bai sat quietly at the side, its mechanical eyes not blinking.
Eighty ran over and seemed to communicate with Xiao Bai for a while. Then, it felt that the metal was a little boring, so it twisted its chicken butt and ran away.
Bu Fang walked out of the house again. In the yard, he built a simple stove.
He lit the firewood that he had prepared yesterday. The smoke slowly rose in the hazy night.
Eighty ran over, squatted beside him, and stared blankly at the flame.
It was not a divine fire, nor a flame that could destroy the world with a thought.
This was an ordinary fire that rose from a simple firewood.
But in this fire, Eighty felt a throbbing. It was a throbbing that was born from the soul.
Bu Fang did not care.
He licked the firewood. At night in the mountains, the temperature dropped sharply, and he felt a little cold.
Only when he was cooking and felt the temperature brought by the fire would he feel warm.
Xiao Bai sat in the distance. Under the reflection of the fire, he looked a little silly.
Bu Fang shook his head.
After a while, he warmed himself by the fire.
Then, he took out the spring bamboo shoots that he had picked in the mountain.
The spring bamboo shoots had an irregular inverted cone shape. He peeled off the outer skin, layer by layer, as if he was peeling off the clothes of the ingredients.
The white and tender bamboo shoots appeared in front of him.
After Bu Fang washed them again, he cut the spring bamboo shoots into small pieces.
He heated the wok, boiled the water, blanched the ingredients, and stir-fried them.
After a while.
The spring bamboo shoots became a fragrant dish.
In addition to the spring bamboo shoots, Bu Fang also made a bowl of mushroom soup.
The slightly viscous mushroom soup, together with the shredded radish, presented a bright red color.
He opened the steamer.
Waves of hot air surged up.
Bu Fang got a bowl of rice.
He moved the bamboo table and chair and sat down.
On the table, there was a dish, a bowl of soup, and a bowl of rice.
Simple and plain.
Little Eighth let out a 'gu gu' sound and ran away happily.
Xiao Bai didn't need to eat, so he stared blankly at the distance.
Bu Fang raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
He leaned on the bamboo chair, which made a creaking sound.
Around the house, the sound of insects and the rustling of leaves lingered in his ears.
Although it was noisy, it didn't make him feel annoyed.
This kind of quiet feeling made Bu Fang feel very comfortable.
In the sky, because of the rain, the stars were shining, and the stars were blinking.
Sitting under the stars, eating a comfortable meal, Bu Fang couldn't imagine this kind of life in the past.
His chopsticks fell and picked up a piece of spring bamboo shoots.
The spring bamboo shoots were white and tender. When it entered his mouth and bit down, it was extremely crispy, and the sweet taste spread in his mouth.
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth.
Although it was just a simple spring bamboo shoot, its taste penetrated Bu Fang's heart. It was a dish that was different from what he had cooked in the past.
He might not have the mighty cultivation base now, but his state of mind was getting calmer and calmer.
He even felt that it was good to continue living like this.
He swept away the dust and calmed his heart to experience heaven and earth.
The true meaning could be seen in the ordinary.
The comfort and ease of a bamboo stick and straw shoes were lighter than a horse.
The calmness of a misty rain.
Perhaps this was Bu Fang's state of mind at the moment.
A few years ago, Bu Fang used his own cultivation base, the will that the God of Cooking left in Xiao Bai's body, and the pseudo-God of Cooking dishes.
He sealed the newly born Soul God and suppressed him for a thousand years.
This was the best Bu Fang could do. He was not the God of Cooking. He was just a little chef who kept running on the road to becoming the God of Cooking.
He sacrificed his cultivation base and gave everything he had.
However, many people didn't understand.
Why did Bu Fang do this?
When Soul God was born, the top experts of the Primitive Universe, for example, could still live. As long as they left the universe and hid in the endless void, even Soul God could not do anything to them.
Because it was impossible for Soul God to spend so much time searching for them in the boundless void.
Many immortals and deities were prepared for this.
If something happened to Soul God, they could escape into the void.
Bu Fang could do the same.
Even though Soul God hated Bu Fang very much, he still made such a choice.
However, in the end, Bu Fang chose to seal Soul God.
He fell to the mortal world and became a mortal.
He had jumped out of the Transmigration, but now he had entered it again.
Life, death, illness, and the seasons changed.
He gave up everything magnificent and chose to live an ordinary mortal life.
Perhaps he just wanted to calm his impetuous heart.
The System had disappeared with Xiao Bai's God of Cooking's will.
Bu Fang was really just a mortal now.
His spirit sea and divine sense left his body and chose to suppress Soul God.
He could not use his mental force now. Except for his body, which was stronger than that of a mortal and immune to all diseases, there was no difference.
He would get tired, sweat, and have the seven emotions and six desires of a mortal.
He did not know where Eighty had come from, but Bu Fang had no idea.
Because he could not open the Heaven and Earth Farmland, he did not know what was going on.
Of course, it would not be destroyed.
After Bu Fang released his cultivation base, he sent the farmland into the void of the universe.
Now, it should have become a planet with lives again.
It was even more terrifying than an ordinary planet with lives.
It was a great world comparable to the Chaotic Universe.
However, Bu Fang still did not understand why Eighty appeared.
Since he could not figure it out, Bu Fang did not want to think about it. Bu Fang would not give this little guy any treasures to eat even if it appeared here.
All Eighty could eat was ordinary rice.
Speaking of rice …
Bu Fang returned to the house and opened the rice jar. The rice inside was almost empty.
"There's no rice again. This little guy's appetite is really big."
Bu Fang shook his head.
He cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
He returned to the house and went to sleep.
Now, apart from eating, Bu Fang's biggest hobby was sleeping.
The next day.
Bu Fang left the house in a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat.
He did not bring Xiao Bai with him.
Alone, he came to a pond in the mountains.
He sat quietly for the whole morning.
In the basket, there were a few fat fish jumping around.
Carrying the basket, Bu Fang walked down the mountain freely and freely.
Soon …
He came to the village at the foot of the mountain.
This village was considered remote.
When Bu Fang arrived, many people greeted him. After a few years, Bu Fang had become familiar with the villagers.
The villagers also knew that there was a strange man on the mountain.
At first, the villagers thought that Bu Fang was an immortal.
However, when Bu Fang came down the mountain with a few fat fish to exchange for rice, the villagers knew that Bu Fang was just like them, a mortal who ate only five grains.
After a while, they became familiar with each other.
"Auntie Zhang, do you have any rice? I can exchange some fish that have just come out of the water with you."
Bu Fang said to the farmer woman who was carrying a hoe in the distance.
The farmer woman looked at the fish in Bu Fang's bamboo basket and swallowed her saliva. She also wanted to exchange. It was not easy to eat fish in the mountains.
However …
"Brother Bu, we can't. The soldiers entered the village today. The village chief gathered a lot of rice and gave it to the soldiers."
Auntie Zhang said with some regret.
"If you want rice, I will go to the city to bring it for you."
Bu Fang was stunned. There was no rice.
"Auntie Zhang, you go ahead. I will continue to ask …"
Bu Fang did not care.
He could always exchange for rice. Even if he could not, he was not in a hurry.
He had to be calm.
In the distance.
There was the sound of stir-frying, and there was a fragrance.
Bu Fang raised his eyebrows slightly.
"The soldiers eat over there. Brother Bu, if you are really hungry, go to the village and ask the village chief to make room for you."
Auntie Zhang said.
"My son is going to the city to be an official with the soldiers. Brother Bu, do you want to go?"
People in the countryside were really good at chatting.
Bu Fang replied a few words.
He walked to a place in the distance.
Suddenly …
Bu Fang was stunned.
In the big open space in the village.
There were tables full of banquets. The officials were drinking and chatting.
Bu Fang carried the bamboo basket and frowned slightly.
His gaze passed through the many officials who were eating with grease dripping from their mouths and looked into the distance.
There …
A figure with his head shrouded in mist stood there.
Although he could not see his face clearly.
But Bu Fang could see that the other party was smiling at him.
"Bird Master?"
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