Lord Bird left and disappeared.
Bu Fang's life returned to normal.
He worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
He cooked natural delicacies and enjoyed the delicacies brought by nature.
It was simple and unpretentious.
Xiao Bai's mechanical eyes dimmed and it seemed to have become clumsier.
Xiaoba would occasionally climb onto Xiao Bai's head and turn its nimble chicken head, clucking a few times. Occasionally, it would shake its chicken butt and run into the fields, chasing after bugs.
The originally extraordinary Octadic Treasures Chicken had become like a wild pheasant on the mountain.
Bu Fang was very satisfied, or rather, he enjoyed this kind of salted fish-like life.
When he was bored, he would study all kinds of delicacies.
Studying delicacies became his only pleasure during this period of time.
Outside the mountain, it was a chaotic world.
All kinds of wars broke out continuously, and the tragic killings caused the flames of war to spread all over the place.
There was no sun or moon in the mountain.
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter changed continuously.
He hadn't left the mountain for a long time and didn't go to the village to exchange for rice.
White snow fluttered down from the sky and landed on the ground in front of the wooden house, covering the ground with a thick layer of cotton-padded jacket.
Xiao Bai sat in the courtyard and stared blankly, as if it had been made into a snowman by the white snow.
Xiaoba had a handful of snow on its head as it ran on the snowy ground.
Bu Fang wore a thick cotton-padded jacket and exhaled a mouthful of white air.
Gurgle, gurgle.
The flames rose slightly, and the hot water in the pot emitted steam.
Bu Fang took a teacup and sprinkled a few strands of blackened tea leaves.
This tea was a specialty of the mountain. It was produced in very small quantities and was discovered by Bu Fang by chance.
He poured the boiling water into the teacup.
The tea leaves were soaked, and the fragrance of the tea spread out, lingering in the air.
The tea leaves swirled in the cup.
The color of the tea gradually turned from transparent to dark green.
It looked very comfortable.
Bu Fang held the cup with both hands and sat on the chair with a cotton-padded jacket draped over his shoulders. He looked at the pure white snow outside.
Days passed. Bu Fang didn't know how long he had been in the mountain.
Chi chi.
He drank a mouthful of tea, and the warmth dispersed the coldness in his body.
He sat on the chair for a long time.
Only then did Bu Fang return to his house. He took a hoe and went up the mountain. Although there were fewer ingredients on the mountain during winter, he didn't care.
Finding the ingredients was fate.
Xiao Bai followed them quietly.
The man and the puppet climbed up the mountain.
On this snowy day, the mountain was covered with pure white snow.
It was indeed difficult to find delicious ingredients in the vast expanse of whiteness.
In the distance.
A snow rabbit was hopping around.
Bu Fang saw it but did not move.
He carried the hoe and quietly followed the snow rabbit. The snow rabbit jumped all the way.
Very quickly, he burrowed into the nest. There were a few bunnies clustered around him, and their cute little heads were spinning around.
Bu Fang smiled.
He took a look from afar, picked up his hoe, and walked on the snow.
On the snowy mountain, there were many other ingredients besides the snow rabbit.
Winter mushrooms were one of them.
The small mushroom clung to the tree trunk, and the white snow fell down like a flower blooming in the white light.
Bu Fang was happily picking the mushrooms.
He put them into the basket.
Every winter, he would come here to pick the mushrooms. At this time, the mushrooms were the most beautiful.
After Bu Fang picked them, he would dry them in the sun and spread them out for later use.
Of course, the mushrooms were also very delicious when cooked.
He picked the mushrooms.
Bu Fang did not leave directly.
He walked on the mountain. Soon, a hungry wild wolf stared at Bu Fang.
Then, he leaped toward Bu Fang.
The wild wolf was hungry.
Bu Fang was also hungry.
Xiao Bai was clumsy.
But after one slap, the wild wolf could not get up.
Bu Fang happily tied the wild wolf and threw it into the basket. Because the basket was much heavier, he let Xiao Bai carry it.
Although the harvest was good, Bu Fang did not plan to go back.
He came to the pond in the mountain.
The pond was wrapped in a thick layer of ice.
Fish were the fattest in winter.
Of course, Bu Fang would not let go of such delicious food.
He made a hole in the ice, and after a while, a few plump fish fell into the basket.
Satisfied, Bu Fang left the pond.
He hummed a song as he left the mountain amidst the pure white snow.
It had to be said that Bu Fang had hummed songs for so many years, but he still did not improve.
He returned to the house.
The day in winter was always very short.
It was getting dark soon, and the temperature was getting colder.
Bu Fang made a fire and cleaned the fish. The fat fish was patted by Bu Fang.
From the room, he took out the dried mushrooms, which he had prepared in the past years.
The dried mushrooms had a unique fragrance. Xiao Chen took the mushrooms and placed them on top of the fish that had been processed.
They were put into the pot to steam.
Hot air rose up in the mountain.
…
Clatter!
The white snow was crushed.
The sharp light kept bursting out.
White snow fell rapidly from the tree trunks.
The terrifying Saber Qi rampaged through the forest, and countless trees were chopped into pieces …
The sound of heavy panting rang out.
A figure in blood-stained armor had a big gash on his shoulder, starting from his back and extending to his waist.
Hot blood kept spilling from it.
It sprinkled on the pure white snow, causing the snow to melt.
His hair was disheveled, and his face was pale.
The man was struggling to climb in the snow.
From time to time, he would look back. His pursuers were chasing him.
Swoosh …
The arrowheads emitted a cold light, like deadly arrows in the dark night.
They chased after the badly injured man who was climbing quickly.
Puff! Puff!
Arrows fell to the ground one after another.
The snow flew.
The man's pupils suddenly shrank.
His body rolled up, and a great force rushed out of the snow. His body spun.
An arrow whizzed past, brushing past his face.
"Dugu Wushuang … You can't escape! You're the top of the ten great swordsmen of the empire. Running away like a stray dog is a disgrace to your name! "
A faint voice rang out.
Then, in the dense forest behind the man …
The assassins in black walked on the snow.
Their bodies were bursting with true energy.
They moved extremely fast.
The badly injured man spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a cold snort, he continued to climb forward.
He swung the sword in his hand.
A sharp Sword Qi suddenly exploded, slashing towards those assassins in the distance ….
At this moment, several of them reached out at the same time. One sword after another fell into their hands.
They raised their swords. Puff!
The swords tore through the snowflakes.
They collided with the incoming sword energy.
The swords bent and bounced off with a great force.
This caused the assassins to retreat a few steps …
Their swords left no trace. The cultivation base of these assassins was quite high.
After all, the man was seriously injured. The more he activated it, the weaker his aura became.
The assassins approached.
They fought him in the mountains. The battle was earth-shattering.
The ground was covered with blood, and countless trees were cut into nothingness by the sword energy.
The whole mountain seemed to be shaking!
The swords collided with each other, clanging sounds echoing.
After a long time …
The battle was over.
Only the unrecognizable corpses of the assassins were left on the ground.
Footprints of different depths gradually spread toward the depths of the dense forest.
The wind and snow blew.
The footprints were drowned under the white snow.
…
Gulp. Gulp.
Bu Fang checked the time and turned off the stove.
He opened the steamer. Suddenly, rolling hot air surged out of the steamer.
The hot air was like a rolling ball of energy in the dark night, gradually dissipating.
"It smells good."
Bu Fang sniffed the fragrance in the air.
The fragrance of dried mushrooms mixed with the fragrance of fish. The tender fish wrapped under the smooth fish skin looked very delicious.
In addition to this steamed fish, Bu Fang also stir-fried mushroom slices.
The slightly sticky sauce fell, and the mushroom slices seemed to shine.
Fresh mushrooms and dried mushrooms had a completely different taste.
Bu Fang placed the dish on the table.
He turned and returned to the wooden hut.
He took a jar of wine from the cellar.
This was the wine brewed by Bu Fang. He had been brewing it for several years.
He would only take a sip when he was satisfied.
The delicious taste of the wine intoxicated Bu Fang.
He had brewed a lot of wine, so it could be said that Bu Fang had a deep understanding of good wine.
However …
In Bu Fang's opinion, wine brewing in the past was made with a unique brewing method.
In fact, wine brewing needed to be paved with emotion.
The intensity of the emotion depended on the brewer.
In the past, Bu Fang's feelings for wine brewing were more superficial.
Of course, even if it was just the technique, it was still very amazing.
The jar of wine was not big.
It was about the size of a fist.
Bu Fang happily slapped the lid open.
A strong aroma of wine spread from it.
…
Wushuang was very tired. He felt that he had lost too much blood.
He almost fainted.
The path to immortality, the singing …
He, Wushuang, was also on the verge of death.
Sighing helplessly, he felt very helpless.
Could it be that the Sword God of this generation was going to die in this remote and uninhabited mountain?
Wushuang smiled bitterly.
Perhaps many years later, people would name this mountain Mount Wushuang … After all, he, the Sword God, was lying on this mountain.
In the distance …
A little flame rose.
It flowed slowly.
The flame gradually spread in his eyes, and he felt a little dizzy.
Wushuang coughed up a mouthful of blood. Drops of blood fell on his snow-white face and dyed it the color of plum blossoms.
Plop!
He fell to his knees.
His whole face was buried in the snow.
His messy hair spread over his face, and he could only hear his own breathing and the beating of his heart.
'I'm going to die …'
Wushuang sighed.
Suddenly …
A fat chicken flapped its wings and walked over on the snow.
The chicken seemed to observe him curiously for a while.
It circled around his body.
Wushuang could not move at all, but he could sense the lively, fat chicken in front of him.
Suddenly …
The fat chicken stepped on his head with its claw and started jumping around his body …
Wushuang was so angry that he almost died.
He rolled his eyes.
He finally could not stand it anymore.
"Little Eight … Stop it."
A thin figure walked out of the flame.
A faint voice rang out.
Wushuang's consciousness was blurred. In the end, he only felt a cold iron palm fall on him and pick him up like a chicken.
With his strong consciousness, Wushuang opened his eyes.
In an instant …
A lump of iron with an overturned iron skin appeared in his eyes.
Wushuang was taken aback and fainted.
…
"Xiao Bai, you scared me."
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched.
'I can't believe someone came to this mountain in the middle of the night.'
Glancing at the wounded man, Bu Fang did not leave him to die.
He asked Xiao Bai to bring the man back to the hut.
He threw him in the yard.
Bu Fang sat on a chair, rubbed his hands, and exhaled a puff of white smoke.
He was ready to eat.
Fish steamed with mushrooms was absolutely delicious.
Bu Fang picked up the fish with his chopsticks. It was soft and fragrant.
In an instant, it melted in his mouth like juice …
A mouthful of fish and a mouthful of wine.
When the cool wine entered his stomach, it was like a ball of fire, making all the pores on Bu Fang's body open.
Little Eight wandered around Bu Fang, begging for food.
Bu Fang threw a piece of fish to Little Eight.
Then, he poured a glass of wine.
She walked to the side of the heavily injured man.
Looking at the latter's miserable appearance, he sighed.
He poured the wine into the man's mouth …
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