The snow rustled down.
What followed was silence.
It was as if the dust of history had been sealed.
Wushuang woke up.
His ears were extremely quiet, so quiet that he thought he might be in hell.
He moved, and his body made a noise as he touched the firewood.
"Oh?
I can move? "
Wushuang was stunned.
He looked at his body. On his body, the wound that had originally covered his shoulder all the way to his waist had completely healed.
"The fatal wound has healed overnight?!"
Wushuang's breath caught in his throat. He looked around and found himself in the woodshed.
"Which expert saved me … I'm afraid only an Immortal has the power to save this kind of injury, right?"
He stood up. His blood and energy were a little unstable, but he did not care.
He picked up the sword he had thrown on the ground. It was his lifeblood and his pride as a Sword God.
Stroking the sword, Wushuang exhaled and said, "Since the damned Heaven doesn't want to take my life, I'll cut it down with my sword!"
He pushed open the shabby door of the woodshed.
Wushuang walked through the door.
The ground was covered with soft snow.
In the yard, a fat chicken was flapping its wings happily.
It was the chicken that had stepped on his head before he passed out yesterday!
Wushuang narrowed his eyes.
"You're awake? If you're awake, pack up and leave. "
An indifferent voice resounded.
Wushuang paused. He turned his head and saw a thin young man sitting on a chair with a bowl of hot fish soup in his hand, gulping it down.
Beside him, a lump of iron with its iron skin flying around quietly stood there.
'Where am I?'
Wushuang frowned. He could see that there was no fluctuation of true energy in the thin young man.
There was no doubt that the young man was a mortal, not a cultivator.
The same went for the puppet. There was no fluctuation of true energy, so it was probably a mortal as well.
'Perhaps this young man is the disciple of the senior who saved me?'
"Is the immortal master at home? I'll never forget your kindness. "
Wushuang nodded slightly at Bu Fang.
However, Bu Fang just glanced at him indifferently and did not say anything.
He drank a mouthful of fish soup and exhaled a mouthful of hot air.
The atmosphere was silent for a moment.
"I'm Dugu Wushuang, the Sword God of the empire.
Wushuang frowned and said in a more serious tone.
"There's no such thing as an Immortal Master. Now that you've recovered, you should leave … It's fate that you were able to find this place in the vast wilderness."
Bu Fang took a bite of fish and said.
He stood up and walked towards the wooden hut.
Wushuang took a deep breath.
This mortal … What arrogance.
However, Wushuang did not cause any trouble. Instead, he gave Bu Fang a deep look.
He walked to the wooden hut and sat down quietly.
"Since you don't want to tell me, then I will wait here for Master Immortal's return …"
Wushuang said.
His heart was burning.
Searching for immortals, searching for immortals. The path to immortality was hard to find, and everyone in the world was captivated by it.
Since he was fated to meet the Immortal Master, how could he leave so easily?
Xiao Bai turned its mechanical head and glanced at Wushuang with its dull mechanical eyes. Eighty cackled with a teasing look in its eyes.
Inside the wooden hut.
Bu Fang came out in a thick cotton-padded jacket.
"Why are you still here?"
He frowned when he saw Wushuang sitting in a chair.
"I'm here to see Master Immortal …"
Wushuang said.
"I told you there's no Immortal Master. You'd better leave now, or I'll kick you out," Bu Fang said.
He had saved Wushuang because it was fate that the latter would find his wooden hut in the vast wilderness.
It was just a matter of a cup of wine.
Bu Fang did not want to leave anyone in the wooden hut.
Wushuang was displeased.
"You're so unreasonable, young man … I'm here to see Master Immortal. If he comes back and refuses to see me, it's fine, but why are you kicking me out?!"
Wushuang said.
How could he give up the chance to become an Immortal?
Although Wushuang's swordsmanship was extraordinary, he was still far from being a legendary immortal.
He had tried to break through the void with his martial arts, but he failed.
From then on, he knew he was still far from becoming an immortal.
"I'm unreasonable? If I weren't, you would have turned into a pile of bones and fed to the wolves in the mountains. "
Bu Fang shook his head, the corner of his mouth curling up. He found it funny.
"Eighty … Kick him out."
Bu Fang said lightly.
After that, he turned into the wooden hut, picked up the basket, and was about to go out for a trip.
"Kick me out?"
The corner of Wushuang's mouth twitched.
Bu Fang was just a mortal.
There's only a wooden puppet and a chicken here … Who's going to kick him out?
Wushuang did not mind.
Bu Fang, on the other hand, went straight out with the basket on his back.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
All of a sudden …
Wushuang froze.
In the distance …
The fat chicken's eyes suddenly became very sharp.
It lowered its head slightly.
Then, it slapped its wings hard on its body.
Taking big strides, it began to gallop at full speed.
It ran faster and faster.
"Cluck!"
A chicken crow rang out.
Eighty's claws stepped on the snow.
The snowy ground instantly exploded, revealing a large chicken claw.
Then, Eighty leaped into the air, spread its claws, and kicked Wushuang in the face!
"What the f * ck?!"
Wushuang was dumbfounded.
He had no time to react.
A fat chicken kicked him in the face, and his body flew backward uncontrollably.
He was thrown out of the wooden hut.
Bam!
Snow swirled in the air.
Wushuang stared blankly at the sky.
He was kicked out of the hut by a f * cking chicken.
He was so sad that he wanted to cry.
Bu Fang walked out of the hut with the basket on his back and a bamboo stick in his hand. Xiao Bai followed him.
He glanced at Wushuang, who was lying in the snow and doubting his life.
Expressionlessly, he continued to walk.
Not long after, his figure disappeared in the mountain road that was shrouded in clouds and mist.
Wushuang rolled over and got to his feet.
He glanced at Bu Fang, who had disappeared into the distance.
Now, his heart was pounding.
He was wrong.
He had been wrong all along.
His first impression was that an immortal should be an old man.
Little did he know that this Bu Fang, who had no aura of true energy, was an immortal!
He could not believe that such a powerful fat chicken would obey Bu Fang's words.
This showed that Bu Fang was definitely extraordinary!
Wushuang rose to his feet.
However, before he could stand up straight, Eighty ran up, jumped up, spread its claws, and kicked him in the face.
Wushuang was dumbfounded. He was kicked away again.
Snow fell all over the ground.
Wushuang was furious.
He was the number one Sword God of the empire, and yet he was kicked by a chicken?
Even if he died in battle, he would never be defeated by a chicken!
Cluck!
Snow swirled in the air.
Wushuang fell to the snow again.
…
Bu Fang went deep into the mountain this time and did not come back for a while.
He went to the top of the mountain and spent the night there. Finally, he dug up a huge rock with a hoe.
He dug out a jar of wine.
"After three years of brewing, it's finally a success …"
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched.
Buried at the top of the mountain, the wine had been baptized by the essence of heaven and earth. It was definitely extraordinary.
He lifted a small corner of the lid.
A strong aroma of wine poured out of it.
Taking a deep breath, Bu Fang was intoxicated.
At this moment …
At the foot of the mountain.
Clouds rolled, and a magnificent sea of clouds emerged.
It seemed that purple smoke was coming from the east and converging into the jar of wine.
The jar of wine exuded a majestic aura.
Bu Fang's eyes narrowed. Even with the most ordinary ingredients, he could make a world-shaking wine.
He sat cross-legged at the top of the mountain.
Snow swirled in the air.
It fell with a rustle.
Bu Fang poured a glass of wine.
The wine was blue, as blue as the sky.
Bu Fang took a sip.
The rich aroma of wine immediately rushed into his limbs and bones. Bu Fang felt a throb.
This sip of wine contained the essence of his many years of accumulation.
It might not contain any emotion.
But inexplicably, it made his eyes bright.
He took a sip of wine and watched the surging sea of clouds.
Bu Fang's heart was as calm as still water.
How should he walk the path of the God of Cooking?
Should he cut off his seven emotions and six desires like Soul God?
Should he walk the ruthless path?
But … could heartless delicacies really reach the peak?
Or, like what Bu Fang had thought before, gathering the best delicacies in the world, he could cook the most delicious dishes and become the God of Cooking?
Maybe … both were wrong.
The real God of Cooking … wasn't like what he had imagined.
Bu Fang drank in silence.
He watched the clouds roll and move.
…
The next day.
Bu Fang went down the mountain.
The clouds were so deep that no one knew where he was. However, Bu Fang's bamboo stick gently tapped and found the way back.
He returned to the wooden hut.
Bu Fang was bewildered.
In the distance …
A figure was kneeling in the snow. The pure white snow had already covered his body, as if wrapping him up into a snowman.
Eighty held a chicken wing and stroked its chicken leg, walking back and forth in a leisurely manner.
It seemed to sense Bu Fang's return.
Eighty took a step forward and swooped toward Bu Fang at full speed.
With a cluck, it leaped to its feet.
Bu Fang raised his hand and caught it by the neck.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Bu Fang threw Eighty onto Xiao Bai's head and looked at Wushuang, who was kneeling on the ground.
Wushuang stared at Eighty with a resentful look on his face.
His face was covered with chicken claw marks.
"Senior … I was wrong."
Wushuang knelt on the ground and said to Bu Fang.
"You can leave now …"
Bu Fang shook his head and said indifferently.
He strode forward and stepped into the wooden hut.
Washing vegetables and cooking … A series of movements were as smooth as flowing water.
Soon, a rich aroma wafted out and spread between heaven and earth.
Wushuang sniffed the aroma.
A strong sense of hunger came from his stomach.
How could it smell so good?!
Wasn't it just a simple dish of stir-fried delicacies?
As the number one Sword God in the capital, he had tasted all kinds of delicacies.
But he had never smelled such a delicious aroma.
Bu Fang ignored him. After he finished cooking, he began to drink and eat.
As he ate, Bu Fang could not help but frown.
He sighed.
He put down his wine glass.
"It's been a long time since I've had delicious rice … I miss it."
Bu Fang muttered.
He finished the meal in a relaxed manner.
Then, he cleared the dishes.
He put on his bamboo hat and carried the basket, which was filled with swimming, fat fish.
It was time to go down the mountain and exchange some rice with the villagers.
He saw that Bu Fang was about to go out again.
Wushuang's face darkened.
'This immortal master … Can he bear to see me kneel here all the time?
Yes … He really can't bear to see me kneel here. '
Eighty swung its drumstick in front of him. Wushuang felt sad.
Bu Fang grabbed his bamboo stick and walked down the mountain.
Wushuang's eyes lit up. 'Immortal Master is going down the mountain?
With this thought in mind, Wushuang did not kneel again.
Climbing to his feet, he patted his numb knees and swiftly followed behind Zhang Xuan with his sword in hand.
He followed Bu Fang from a distance, not daring to disturb Bu Fang.
Bu Fang went down the mountain and walked toward the village according to his memory.
After so many years, he wondered if the villagers still remembered him.
Although Bu Fang had lost his cultivation.
However, he knew that Wushuang was following him.
He didn't care. If she wanted to follow, then let her.
He walked along the muddy road.
The shadow of the village was right in front of him.
When Wushuang saw the direction in which Bu Fang was heading, a strange expression appeared on his face.
He wanted to say something but hesitated, but after thinking about it, he did not continue.
Bu Fang came to the village.
An ice-cold chill surged over.
This made Bu Fang frown.
The village was in a mess and dilapidated.
The farm tools were covered in pure white snow, and some of the houses had collapsed … It was extremely dilapidated.
The whole village was deserted.
It looked like a deserted village.
"Immortal Master … I don't know what kind of entanglement you have with this village, but it was slaughtered three years ago. Three hundred people were killed …"
Wushuang sighed.
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