Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1809: Yihuan Yanyu Ren Pingsheng
This is a new life star called Xian Xing Xing, because life is formed late and is limited to the constraints of heaven and earth spiritual energy. The whole star left the legend of fairy gods in ancient times.
This is the saying that there is no more fairy.
Countless descendants in the stars search for the fairy road and the longevity road, but they cannot find it after all, but they die old.
Later descendants also renamed the Unknown Star as Xun Xianxing.
The vast road of longevity seeks immortals everywhere.
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The mountain road after the rain is muddy.
Under the infiltration of rainwater, the loess becomes extremely moist and sticky, sticking to the soles of the feet, making the newly changed shoes dirty.
There are green leaves hanging on the mountain roads on both sides, with insects eating on the leaves and raindrops on condense.
Wow ...
Yiyi brushed the leaves, and the leaves suddenly shook.
Crystal drops of water spilled down from the leaves.
The little bug is also scared and hugs the leaves tightly.
Bu Fang carried a hoe, step by step, slowly up the mountain.
In the search for fairy stars, the mountains are all in remote areas.
The ground is very slippery, and the wet mud always gives a sense of voidness, as if a little careless, it will fall down from the mountain.
The iron skin of Whitey flipped, there was no light in the mechanical eyes, and quietly followed behind Bu Fang.
One foot stepped on, the iron feet plunged deep into the ground, pulled up, and the loess flew.
"Go slow."
Bu Fang glanced at the somewhat dull Whitey, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled.
After walking for a while, Bu Fang was breathless.
Now, he is no different from a mortal, even if it is fleshly body, it seems to return to the ordinary.
The mountain is very high and the sun is already westward. Bu Fang does not want to delay any more time.
Whitey used both hands and feet, and quickly climbed up.
There are fierce beasts and fierce birds in the mountains.
However, although Bu Fang returns to the world, his coercion has not disappeared, neither the beast nor the fierce bird dare to approach him.
Wow, wow ...
The mountain stream flows, and far away, Bu Fang smelled the water vapor.
With Whitey come.
The water in the mountains and rivers is extremely clean. This is the clear water after the rain, which is more sweet.
Bu Fang took out a clay pot, and Gū lū was filled with water.
Sloshing, the water quality is very clear, and there is no sediment.
Bu Fang is very satisfied, continue to go up, he is going to find ingredient for dinner tonight.
The trees are covered with mushrooms. Some mushrooms are poisonous. Bu Fang chooses mushrooms that grow well and are non-toxic and throw them into the back basket.
Continue to climb up the mountain.
Finally, he and Whitey came to a bamboo forest.
The pillars in the bamboo forest towered high into the clouds, and there was a rustling sound of leaves between them.
The ground is covered with bamboo leaves. Some of the bamboo leaves are rotten, and just after a rain, the smell of rot is very strong.
Whitey did not move and sat aside.
Bu Fang is used to it, carrying a **** and stepping into the bamboo forest.
He searched in the bamboo forest without any hassle, and soon he found a spring bamboo shoot, and went down with a hoe.
Dig out the spring bamboo shoots from the earth.
Peel off the mud, and Bu Fang patted it and threw the bamboo shoots into the basket.
Of course, he was not so satisfied, and continued to look for Chunsun.
This season's spring mushrooms are the best time to shoot, and the deliciousness of culinary arts is the most attractive.
Several consecutive bamboo shoots were found.
Bu Fang panted a bit, leaned on the bamboo, took out a kettle, and poured a sip of water.
The sweet water poured into the body along the throat, making his tired body seem to be much more comfortable.
It's getting late.
Bu Fang did not continue searching.
With Whitey, go down the mountain.
Banshan eats mountains, and cuisines in Dashan is actually very colorful.
humming ballad, Bu Fang went down the mountain with Whitey.
It is difficult to go up the mountain, but it is easy to go down the mountain.
Bu Fang's songs are very jerky and deliberate.
Maybe it is Bu Fang who feels weird if he does n’t hum a song on this lonely road.
Back to the house.
It's getting dark.
Small Eight ran around around the house, gurgling.
Bu Fang rubbed the little guy's head and carried ingredient and entered the room.
Whitey sat quietly, the mechanical eyes did not blink.
Small Eight ran come, it seemed that he had communicated with Whitey for a while, and then he felt that the iron sheet was a bit boring, and he ran away with his **** twisted.
Bu Fang walked out of the house again and built a simple kitchen stove in the courtyard.
Burn the firewood chopped yesterday, and the smoke rises slowly in the hazy night.
Small Eight ran come, crouched next to Bu Fang, staring staringly at the fire.
It ’s not Divine Fire, nor is it flame that can destruction world.
This precisely is simple and ordinary fire with rising firewood.
But in this fire, Small Eight felt a throbbing motion, which was born in the soul.
Bu Fang didn't care.
He licked the firewood. At night in the mountains, the temperature dropped sharply and he felt a little cold.
Only when culinary arts feels the temperature brought by the fire light, it will look warm.
Whitey sits in the distance and looks a little dull under the reflection of fire.
Bu Fang shook his head.
Fire for a while.
The bamboo shoots picked up from the mountain were taken out.
The spring bamboo shoots have an irregular inverted cone shape, peeling off the bamboo shoots on the outside, first level first level, just like peeling off ingredient clothes.
Bai Nen's bamboo shoots jumped in front of him.
After the Bu Fang is washed again, the bamboo shoots are cut into small pieces.
Hot pot, hot water, boiled water, lower ingredient, stir fry.
In a moment.
The spring bamboo shoots become a dish with a fragrant flavor.
In addition to spring bamboo shoots, Bu Fang also made a bowl of mushroom soup.
Slightly sticky mushroom soup, with radish silk, showing a red color.
Open the steamer.
The hot waves are rising.
Bu Fang hit a bowl of rice.
Carry a bamboo table, bamboo chair, and sit down.
A dish, a bowl of soup and a rice were on the table.
Simple and simple.
When Small Eight groaned, Sahuan ran away.
Whitey does not need to eat and is dazed in the distance.
Bu Fang raised his mouth slightly.
Leaning on the bamboo chair, the chair made a crunching sound.
The sound of insects and the sound of leaves rubbing around the house are constantly on the ears.
Although noisy, it can upset you.
This clean feeling makes Bu Fang extremely comfortable.
On the sky, because of the rain, the stars shine, and a little starlight blinks.
Since sitting under the stars and eating a comfortable meal, this kind of life, Bu Fang was never imagined before.
The chopsticks fall and pick up a piece of bamboo shoots.
The spring bamboo shoots are white and tender, and the mouth is bite and crispy. The sweet taste spreads in the mouth.
Bu Fang narrowed its eyes and picked the corner of his mouth.
Although it is just a simple spring shoot, the taste penetrates into the heart of Bu Fang, which is a different dish from the culinary arts of the previous culinary arts.
Today, he may not have a world-wide cultivation base, but his mood is becoming more and more stable.
He even felt that such a day would be good for the future.
The dust has been swept away, and the world is meditation.
In the ordinary, it is true.
Bamboo stick man's shoes are lighter than the horse's comfort and ease.
Yi Heng Yanyu is calm in his life.
Maybe precisely Bu Fang's mentality at the moment.
A few years ago, Bu Fang used his own cultivation base, plus the will of God of Cooking to stay in Whitey and pseudo God of Cooking dishes.
Seal the Soul God born, suppress the Soul God for a thousand years.
This is already the pinnacle that Bu Fang can do. He is not God of Cooking, he is just a little cook who is constantly running on the road to becoming God of Cooking.
He sacrificed himself cultivation base, and has already given all.
However, in fact, many people do not understand.
Why did Bu Fang do this step.
The Soul God is born, for example, the top-level expert of Honghuang, actually can still live. As long as they leave the universe and avoid the void in the universe, the void is long, even the Soul God can't help them.
Because the Soul God cannot find the marginal void, he can spend countless hours looking for them.
Many immortals are ready for this.
If Soul God really has an accident, he escapes into nothingness.
Bu Fang is actually fine.
Even though Soul God hated Bu Fang very much, he made such a choice.
However, the final result is that Bu Fang chose to seal the Soul God.
Falling down the world and becoming a mortal.
He originally jumped out of Samsara, but re-entered Samsara.
Birth, sickness and death, the seasons change.
He gave up all the grandeur and chose the ordinary mortal life.
Perhaps, he just wanted to precipitate his impetuous heart.
The system now dissipates as Whitey explodes the will of God of Cooking.
Bu Fang is really just a mortal now.
The Spiritual Sea and Divine Awareness entities departed from fleshly body and chose to suppress the soul.
Today, he ca n’t use spiritual force. There is no difference except that fleshly body is stronger than mortals and does not invade.
He will be tired, he will sweat, and he also has mortals with seven emotions and six desires.
The little guy Small Eight, Bu Fang doesn't know how to appear.
Because he ca n’t open the Farmland world, he does n’t know what happened to the Farmland world.
Of course, the Farmland world will not be destroyed.
Because Bu Fang released cultivation base, it pushed Farmland into the universe void.
Today's Farmland heaven and earth should be transformed into life stars.
Even worse than the ordinary life stars.
Compared to the big world of Chaos Universe.
However, Bu Fang still cannot understand why Small Eight appears?
I ca n’t figure it out, Bu Fang does n’t want it anymore. This little guy, who appears here, will not have any heavenly materials earthly treasures for him to eat in Bu Fang.
Small Eight can food, only ordinary rice.
Speaking of rice ...
Bu Fang returned to the house and opened the rice tank. The rice inside had bottomed out.
"There is no more rice, this small thing eats really big."
Bu Fang shook his head.
Clean up the tableware on the table.
Go back to the house and sleep.
The current Bu Fang, besides eating, the biggest hobby, precisely is asleep.
The next day.
Bu Fang left the house in a jacket, carrying a hate.
He did not bring Whitey.
Only one person came to a pond in the mountain.
Sitting in the morning.
In the basket, there were a few more lively fat fish.
With a basket in hand, Bu Fang walked downhill with a wanton and free way.
Soon.
He came to the village under the mountain.
This village is also remote.
When Bu Fang arrived, many people said hello to him, and within a few years, Bu Fang had become acquainted with the people in the village.
The villagers also know that there is a weirdo on the mountain.
At first, everyone in the village thought Bu Fang was a fairy.
However, when Bu Fang carried a few fat fish down the mountain to change rice, the villagers knew that Bu Fang, like them, were mortals who ate grains.
When you come and go, you are all cooked.
"Zhang Eldest Mother, is there any rice, I will exchange it with you for the fish that just came out of the water?"
Bu Fang said the peasant woman carrying a **** in the distance.
The peasant woman looked at the fish in the Bu Fang bamboo basket and swallowed her saliva. She also wanted to change it. It was not easy to eat fish in the mountains.
But ...
"Buwazi, no good, today the officers and soldiers entered the village, and many rice in the village were gathered by the village chief to feed the officers and soldiers."
Zhang Eldest Mother said with regret.
"If you want rice, Eldest Mother will bring you to the city someday?"
Bu Fang was stunned, no rice.
"Zhang Eldest Mother, you are busy, I will continue to ask ..."
Bu Fang doesn't care too.
He can always change to meters, even if he ca n’t, he is not in a hurry.
Be calm and calm.
Distance.
The sound of cooking sounds, and the smell comes.
Bu Fang frowned slightly.
"The officers and soldiers over there, Buwazi, if you are really hungry, tell the village in the past and let the village chief make a place for you."
Zhang Eldest Mother Road.
"I'm going to be an official in the city with officers and soldiers. Do you want to go to Buwazi?"
Rural people precisely will chuck.
Bu Fang replied a few words.
Walk towards the distance.
Suddenly.
Bu Fang was shocked.
A large open space in the village.
The banquet tables were filled, and the officials were strategizing.
Bu Fang carries a bamboo basket, slightly frowned.
His eyes passed through the food's drool-filled official missions and looked towards that distance.
There ...
A figure shrouded in fog is standing there.
Although you ca n’t see your face clearly.
But Bu Fang can see it ... the other party is smiling at him.
"Master Bird?"