Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1813: The flashy years are flashy
Three hundred people in the village, one does not stay ......
When Du Gu Wu Shuang said this sentence, it was quite heavy.
Disorderly World lives like a mustard, indeed.
Looking at the deserted village covered by snow, it may have been crowded, but now it is in a dilapidated state.
In Disorderly World, everyone is seeking survival, and the most miserable is none other than these mortals.
Lonely and silent.
It's not that he doesn't want to speak, but that he can't speak, a fear born in the depths of his soul makes it difficult for him to breathe.
Jingle bell.
The sword fell to the ground.
Duo Wushuang sat on the ground with his buttocks, his pupils widened, staring at Bu Fang in horror.
At this moment, this mortal is as horrible as Heavenly God.
"Fairy Master ..."
Dugu Wushuang opened his mouth and made a difficult voice in his throat.
It seems that there is a hand that is holding his throat.
Suddenly.
The scary aura disappeared.
His whole body was loose, but in the snowy days, his body was soaked with cold sweat, and sweat beads rolled down his forehead.
This time, he looked at Bu Fang, there was really no doubt ...
Bu Fang sighed.
Sorrowful.
Looking at a deserted village with white clouds, the emotions are a bit complicated.
In the moment just now, he accidentally showed his state of mind, leaving Du Gu Wu Shuang with a terrified expression.
After all, Bu Fang has reached the existence of the universe peak, Chaos saint, wherever you put it is supreme.
Even today's Bu Fang has no strength, just a state of mind, and a hint of thought is enough to make people feel terrible pressure.
The thin and dead camel is bigger than the horse, the truth of exactly.
Snowflakes are flying in the sky.
Time and space seem to be very quiet.
The lonely man sat on the ground, panting heavily.
It seems that only his gasping voice is left, which can be heard.
A leisurely sigh made him feel very shocked.
"You go find a pheasant."
Bu Fang's faint voice resounded.
Duowu Mushuang suddenly is all loose, like Meng Amnesty.
He responded, and even the roller climbed towards the wilderness in the distance.
Bu Fang sits cross-legged on the ground, looking at the deserted village with complicated eyes ...
The voices and smiles of the villagers still seem to appear in front of him.
The simple villagers left a deep impression on Bu Fang.
Auntie, uncle, old village chief ...
A personal image seems to float across his face.
Bu Fang exhaled.
Dust to dust, earth to earth, maybe this precisely mortal fate.
Duowuwushuang will return soon.
He holds a pheasant in his hand.
He handed the pheasant to Bu Fang, his face full of respect and anxiety.
If he had just guessed that Bu Fang was a fairy master before, that moment ... just in a moment, it seemed to make him feel like he was falling to death, let him understand.
Bu Fang must be a fairy master.
And it's that kind of super fairy.
Xianxian Xianxian, he is not looking for precisely this fairy?
Bu Fang took the pheasant.
In the eyes of Du Gu Wu Shuang's surprise, he handled it directly.
Bu Fang pulled out a bit of dusty black pot from the barren village.
After being clear and clean, set up a pot directly in the village.
flame rises up and dissipates the surrounding cold.
Duowu Wushuang does not know what Bu Fang is going to do.
Bu Fang asked him to find another rooster, and he sat quietly in the distance, waiting for Bu Fang's orders.
However, Bu Fang did not tell him.
I am doing my own thing.
The pheasant is processed, the feathers are stripped, and after boiling with hot water, the skin gradually solidifies ...
And the action of Bu Fang is not reduced, it is still processing ingredient.
Not only the pheasant, but also the fatty fish prepared by Bu Fang.
Descaling, laparotomy, evisceration, Bu Fang series of actions, moving clouds and flowing water.
The Bu Fang at the moment seems to be a simple cook who is cooking in a serious culinary arts.
Duo Gu Wushuang did not dare to alarm Bu Fang.
Only watching quietly.
Bu Fang moved quickly, and a scent filled the air.
Just ...
Smelling the scent, but the solitary eyes shows a sense of sadness.
He was shocked in his heart and stimulated his body with sword intent.
"Can scent actually affect consciousness?"
Duowu Wushuang was terrified, and felt more and more mysterious about Bu Fang.
The culinary arts will be completed soon.
A golden roast chicken, fragrant steamed fish ...
Bu Fang is holding one dish in one hand and placing two dishes in the snow.
The rich fragrance spreads.
But it seemed to contain depressing sadness.
Bu Fang sat before two dishes, he did n’t eat.
He was pensive.
He concealed the star and returned to the life of mortals, but the mortals ultimately belonged to the dust.
So what should the road be behind his Bu Fang?
Bird Lord asked Bu Fang, if hundreds of years later, his Bu Fang became a pile of loess, so what?
The free and easy answer from the previous Bu Fang.
Now, looking at the deserted village, a sense of loneliness suddenly spreads.
Death is lonely.
If he died, what would those old friends do?
Closed Little Yōu, Lord Dog, Hades Erha ...
What should they do?
If they learn of his death, they should all be very sad.
The destruction of the villagers made Bu Fang sad at the moment, let alone others.
Bu Fang raised his hand and covered his chest ...
His heart hurts slightly.
This pain seems to be born deep in the soul.
"Soul God, Honghuang Heavenly Law have proved the ruthless way to embark on peak ... but I am addicted to emotions, like a fish lost in direction."
Bu Fang is confused.
Bu Fang also wanted to walk mercilessly, but he found he couldn't go.
He can't be ruthless.
Even if you live in seclusion for a few years, your emotions still exist.
Perhaps he was a precisely hypocritical person from the beginning.
Although he doesn't like to laugh, he doesn't like talking, and his face is paralyzed.
But ... the feeling of the heart cannot deceive people.
If he is really ruthless, then he can't keep so many old friends around him.
Honghuang Heavenly Law, Soul God, are all alone, they are invincible, but they are lonely in the universe.
And Bu Fang is lucky, there are many people around him.
Lord Dog, Erha, Small Pi, Little Yōu, Whitey, Xiao Xiaolong, Xiao Yanyu ...
Wait for familiar names.
Bu Fang shook his head.
His face is bitter.
He stood up, the deserted village was still there, and there was no interest.
Bu Fang put the palms together before one, leaned slightly, and said goodbye to the villagers.
Duo Gu Wu Shuang's eyes widened behind Bu Fang.
He saw a sharp light suddenly flash in the deserted village.
On the sky dome, silhouettes emerged, walking and busy.
The busy scene of the deserted deserted village suddenly appeared again.
It seems to be a ray of projection in the river of time.
After a long time.
Everything is gone.
The barren village is still run down, and the snow is sweeping the dust of history.
Bu Fang lost his hand and left the village.
Step by step, back to the mountain.
Dugu Wushuang took a deep breath, his heart was shocked, without any hesitation, turned his head to keep up with the pace of Bu Fang.
The road back to the mountain is covered with snow.
The two returned to the room halfway up the mountain.
It's getting late.
The lights in the Bu Fang room went out and they fell asleep.
Duo Wu Wu Shuang was in the firewood room, but his mood could not be calm for a long time.
He knew that when his fairy edge appeared, he had to catch it.
Unable to grasp, he will always miss the fairy edge.
This night.
It passed quickly.
Dugu Wushuang opened his eyes and heard the murmur outside the door.
He grabbed the sword and rushed out quickly.
In the yard.
Bu Fang carries a thick suitcase.
The fat chicken was stuffed into the chest by Bu Fang, and only one chicken head was exposed.
Whitey is also carrying a suitcase, and his mechanical eyes are dim, standing next to Bu Fang.
This is going to travel?
Duo Gu was shocked.
He grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his face to make him awake a lot.
"Is this Master Xian?"
He asked.
"Go out and walk ... do you want to follow?"
Bu Fang glanced at the unique.
Lonely and alone.
"To follow, just follow ..."
Bu Fang Road.
After finishing talking, he pushed the fence of the house away.
Duowu Wushuang came out, Bu Fang locked the fence, grabbed the bamboo stick, stepped on the snow, and quietly left.
Whitey is carrying a backpack and following behind Bu Fang.
Small Eight has a small head in Bu Fang's arms.
Duowu Wushuang did not hesitate, grabbed the sword and followed.
Three figures slowly disappeared in the snow-capped mountains.
......
It ’s not big to find a fairy star.
But walking on foot is also enough to spend countless years.
Bu Fang, Whitey, and the only one who has been following.
The three walked on the whole star.
They started from the deep mountains and went to the whole world.
Being alone, it seems like a close guard, guarding Bu Fang, many things will help.
Bu Fang also did not refuse, acquiesced in his actions.
Time goes by, and ten years pass by.
Bu Fang's face is much more resolute, and vicissitudes are also emerging in eyes.
Duowu Wushuang was wearing shabby clothes, carrying a sharp tip that had not been pulled out for ten years, and his face was unshaven.
The Whitey has n’t changed much, the iron sheet is everted, and the mechanical eye is still dull.
Small Eight is still small and cute, even if walking, the small things are still food round.
......
fifty years.
The three continue to walk.
Duowu Wushuang has begun to take shape.
Rickets were on their backs, and blue muscles appeared on their arms.
However, he has no complaints and still follows Bu Fang and follows Bu Fang to walk continent.
Following Bu Fang these days, Duo Wushuang has eaten cuisines and experienced unprecedented mood changes.
In the past, he was called the first sword **** of the empire, and the empire was destroyed and the sword **** died.
The name of the so-called sword **** has long disappeared in continent.
But it can be called the sword god. He died under the sword, and he said less.
However, following Bu Fang, he seems to have experienced a baptism of the soul.
Although he has not produced swords for decades, his understanding of kendo has accumulated a lot.
......
The 100th year.
continent is almost gone.
The polar regions, the endless forests, and the endless Vast Sea of Xunxianxing have all left their trails.
Du Gu Wu Shuang's hair has been pale, and whole body has become much older.
Qi and blood began to die, and a generation of magnificent sword gods is indeed old.
The appearance of Bu Fang has not changed much.
But deep inside eyes, you can also see the old ideas.
After all, in a hundred years, fleshly body may be undefeated, but the soul cannot bear it.
Now, his soul is already the soul of a mortal.
Bu Fang is more restrained.
The appearance of Whitey and Small Eight has not changed.
......
The two hundredth year.
Duowuwushuang can't move.
He once stood at peak, but he did not find the fairy road, after all, it was just a mortal.
Bu Fang is also old.
white hair is pale, with wrinkles on his face.
Rickets are on their backs and the old man.
They did not continue to walk continent, because all the places where they could walk were gone.
The world is huge, and they have finished watching it.
Therefore, Bu Fang did not continue walking.
Two hundred years, they have seen the rise of the dynasty, and they have seen the demise of the dynasty ...
If you are tired, you should take a break.
Among downtown.
Bu Fang and Dugu Wushuang bought a house and lived in seclusion.
Bu Fang returned to his old bank and opened a restaurant.
It's just ... he opened this restaurant casually.
He only depends on his mood culinary arts.
Duo Wu Wu Shuang is messing around in the restaurant, and Bao Jian has already been sealed up by him.
He doesn't know if Bu Fang is a fairy master now.
But will the fairy master grow old like a mortal?
It does n’t make sense to care about these.
He just wants a quiet life now ...
Heart-finishing in Red Dust, the sword **** today has a stronger sword intent than the sword **** in his heyday.
......
The 300th year.
The lonely life is at the end, he ca n’t walk, he ca n’t be a waiter in the restaurant.
Bu Fang is also an old man and stays quietly in the restaurant.
The downtown area has changed and changed, and the neighborhood leaders are constantly changing.
The end of life is always calm and elegant.
In the restaurant.
Bu Fang poured a clear glass of wine, and looked away at the pair who were sitting opposite.
The latter is fine thread.
The cloudy eyes are fixed on Bu Fang, full of complex emotions.
Whitey and Small Eight both stay in restaurants.
The atmosphere is a little condensed ...
After a long time.
Sigh leisurely.
"Fairy Master ... Wushuang takes a step first."
The wrinkled corners of Du Gu Wu Shuang slightly twitched.
Bu Fang sips a glass of wine.
Bang!! !
A ray of flash was swept away, and sword intent sharply reached pinnacle.
Go straight to the sky.
The dreaded Sword Energy blooms above the sky.
This is sword intent which has been in condense for three hundred years.
As soon as sword intent came out, the world was shocked!
Like the legendary sword god, return to the earth again.
In the restaurant.
After the release of this sword.
Satisfied bow.
The hands are unable to hang down the waist.
Bu Fang grabbed wine glass, the wine in the glass rippled.
After a long time, sigh and release quietly.
The flashy years.
Void.
The lord of the bird appeared on the void.
Xun Xian Xing Xing Xing.
Silhouettes, treads the sky is coming ...
The eyes of these figures are extremely complicated.
Their aura is extremely powerful, and they are the top gangsters of the vast universe.
This day.
The top tycoons of the flood and abundance have come to seek out the fairy stars.
The whole star boiling.