The bird left and disappeared.

Bufang's life is back to the way it was.

The sun rises and the sun sets.

Cook natural food and enjoy the flavors that nature has to offer.

Pure and not pretentious.

Xiaobai's mechanical eyes dimmed, and they seemed to have become much clumsy.

Hachi would occasionally climb onto Xiaobai's head, turn the smart chicken head, cluck a few times, and occasionally run out into the field with the chicken butt shaking, chasing the bugs.

The Bazhen chicken, which was originally very extraordinary, has become like a wild pheasant on the mountain.

Bufang is very comfortable, or I enjoy this salted fish-like life.

When he's bored, he researches all kinds of cuisines.

The study of gastronomy became his only pleasure in these days.

Outside the mountain, in troubled times.

All kinds of wars and fierce battles continue to occur, resulting in beacon fires.

There is no sun or moon in the mountains.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter change continuously.

He hadn't come down the mountain for a long time, and he hadn't gone to the village to change rice.

Trickles of snow fell from the sky and fell on the ground in front of the hut, covering the ground with a thick cotton jacket.

Xiaobai sat in the yard, in a daze, as if he had been made into a snowman by snow.

With a handful of snow on his head, the little eight ran through the snow.

Bufang wore a thick cotton jacket and exhaled a white breath.

Grunt.

The flames are low, and the hot water in the pot is steaming.

Bufang took the teacup and sprinkled a few wisps of fried blackened tea leaves.

This tea is a specialty of the mountain, and the yield is very small, and it was discovered by chance.

Pour boiling water into a teacup.

The tea leaves are infiltrated, and the fragrance of tea itself spreads and lingers.

The tea leaves are in the cup, swirling.

The color of the tea changed from transparent to turquoise.

It looks very pleasant.

Bufang held the cup in both hands, put on a cotton jacket, and sat on a chair, looking at the snow outside.

The days passed, and Bu Fang didn't know how long he had been in this mountain.

Snort.

Take a sip of tea, and the warmth dispels the cold of the body.

Sitting in a chair for a long time.

Bu Fangcai returned to the house and took a hoe to the mountain, although there were many fewer ingredients on the mountain in winter, but he didn't care.

Finding the ingredients is fate.

Xiaobai followed quietly.

A man and a puppet went up the mountain.

The mountains are covered with snow on heavy snowy days.

In the vast expanse, it is indeed difficult to find delicious ingredients.

Distance.

A snow hare is bouncing.

Bufang saw it, but didn't move.

He carried a hoe and quietly followed the snow hare, who was jumping all the way.

Soon it was in the nest, and a few rabbits were clustered in the nest, and the cute little heads were spinning.

Bufang smiled slightly.

After a glance from afar, he took his hoe and stepped on the snow.

On the snowy mountains, in addition to snow rabbits, there are many ingredients.

Shiitake mushrooms are one of them.

Tiny shiitake mushrooms cling to the trunk of the tree, and the snow shakes down like a flower blooming in a white man.

Bufang happily picked shiitake mushrooms.

Place in a basket.

Every winter, he comes to pick shiitake mushrooms, which grow at their best.

After the step party picks, the mushrooms will be dried in the sun, spread out, and set aside.

Of course, shiitake mushrooms are also very delicious when cooked directly.

Mushrooms were picked.

Bufang didn't leave directly.

He was walking up the hill, and soon a hungry wolf caught up on him.

Flew towards the step.

The wolf was hungry.

Bufang was also hungry.

Xiaobai is a lot clumsy though.

But if you slap it, the wolf won't be able to get up.

Bu Fang happily tied up the wolf and threw it into the back basket, because the back basket was much heavier, so he let Xiaobai carry it.

The harvest is quite fruitful, and Bufang does not plan to go back.

He came to the pond in the mountains.

The pond is covered with a thick layer of ice.

Winter fish is the fattest time.

Naturally, Bufang will not let go of such a delicacy.

He carved a hole in the ice, and in a few moments several fluttering fat fish fell into the basket.

Contented, he left the pond.

Walking on the song, in the snow, humming the song, left the mountain.

I have to say that Bu Fang has hummed songs for so many years, and his level is still not good.

Back in the house.

Winter days are always very short.

Soon it was getting dark, and the temperature was getting colder and colder.

Bufang lit a fire and cleaned the fish, and the fatty fish meat was patted by Bufang.

From the room, he took out his treasured dried mushrooms, which he had prepared in previous years.

The dried mushrooms have a unique aroma, so they are taken and placed on top of the processed fish.

Put them together in a pot and steam them.

The steaming heat is rising in the mountains.

......

Bang bang bang!

The snow was crushed.

Sharp light bursts continuously.

Clouds of snow fell rapidly from the trunks of the trees.

The terrifying sword aura crisscrossed the dense forest, and countless trees were cut to pieces......

Violent gasps rang out.

A figure, dressed in blood-stained armor, had a gaping gash on his shoulder, starting from his back and spreading to his waist.

The blood kept spilling from it.

Sprinkled on the snow, causing the snow to melt.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was pale.

The man struggled to climb through the snow.

Looking back from time to time, there were pursuers chasing him behind him.

Airplanes......

One arrow after another, the arrows exude a cold glow, like a deadly arrow in the dark night.

He followed the badly injured man who was climbing quickly.

Puff puff!

Arrows burst to the ground.

Snow is flying.

The man's pupils shrank suddenly.

The body rolled, and with great force, it rushed up from the snow, and the body rotated.

An arrow whizzed by, hurtling against his face.

"Dugu Wushuang...... You can't escape! In vain, you are called the head of the ten great swordsmen of the empire, and if you flee like a lost dog, you will be insulted by your prestige!"

A faint voice rang out.

Then, in the dense forest behind the man.

One after another, the black-clad assassins walked through the snow.

These assassins burst with true energy.

Blazing fast.

The badly injured man spat a mouthful of blood.

Leng snorted and continued to crawl forward.

The sword in his hand swung violently.

A sharp sword aura exploded and slashed towards those assassins in the distance......

Several people reached out at the same time, and one by one the swords fell into their hands.

The end of the sword is raised, poof!

The sword flower tore the snowflake.

It collided with the sword qi that slashed it.

The blade of the sword bent, and the huge force bounced open.

This caused several Assassins to take a few steps back......

The sword is without a trace, and the cultivation of these assassins is also quite skillful.

After all, the man was seriously injured, and the more he urged, the more his breath wilted.

The Assassins approached.

Fight with him in the mountains, a battle that shocks the world.

The ground was covered with blood, and countless trees were cut into nothingness by the sword qi.

The mountains seem to be shaking!

The collision of swords with swords made a continuous sonorous sound.

After a long time.

The Great War ended.

Only a few unrecognizable Assassin corpses were left on the ground.

Footprints of different shades gradually spread towards the depths of the dense forest.

Wind and snow blowing.

Footprints are submerged in snow.

......

Grunt.

Bufang pinched the time and turned off the fire.

He opened the steamer, and the steamer surged from it.

The heat gradually dissipated in the dark night, like a rolling vitality bomb.

"It smells so good. ”

Bufang sniffed the scent in the air.

The aroma of dried shiitake mushrooms is mixed with the smell of the fish, and the soft and tender fish is wrapped under the smooth skin, which looks very delicious.

In addition to this steamed fish, Bufang also stir-fried a dish of mushroom slices.

The slightly viscous sauce fell, and the mushroom slices seemed to shine.

Fresh shiitake mushrooms and dried shiitake mushrooms are completely different flavors.

Bufang placed the dishes on the table.

Turned around and went back to the cabin.

From the prepared cellar, a jar of wine was taken.

This is a wine made by Bufang and has been brewed for several years......

When it's comfortable, you will take a sip.

The delicacy of this wine gives way to intoxication.

He has made a lot of wine, and it can be said that Bufang has a deep understanding of fine wine.

But......

In Bufang's view, the previous brewing was made with a unique brewing method.

In fact, winemaking requires emotion.

The intensity of this emotion depends on the person who makes the wine.

In the past, the emotions of winemaking were more superficial.

Of course, even if it's just a trick, it's amazing.

A jar of wine is not big.

Almost the size of a fist.

Bu Fang happily slapped open the lid.

The rich aroma spreads from it......

......

Dugu Wushuang was very tired, and he felt that his blood was flowing too much......

He almost fainted.

Seeking the road of immortals, stepping on the song and walking......

He is lonely and unique, and there are times when he is on the verge of death.

Sighing, he was helpless.

A generation of sword gods, is it now going to die in this uninhabited deep mountain?

Dugu Wushuang smiled bitterly.

Or many years later, descendants will name this deep mountain Wushuang Mountain...... After all, on this mountain, there is his peerless sword god lying on the corpse.

Distance.

A little fire flickered.

Slow flow.

The light of the fire gradually spread in his eyes, and he was a little dizzy.

Dugu Wushuang coughed up blood, and a little blood stained the blood-colored plum blossoms on the white snow.

Thump.

He fell to his knees.

The whole face was buried in the snow.

Messy strands of hair spread across his face, and all he could hear was his own wheezing and his heart beating.

I'm going to die......

Dugu Wushuang sighed.

Suddenly.

A fat chicken flutters its wings and comes in the snow.

The chicken seemed to observe him with some curiosity for a moment.

Circling around his body.

Dugu Wushuang couldn't move, but he could sense the fat chicken that was jumping around.

Suddenly.

The fat stepped on his head with a chicken paw, and actually jumped around his body......

Dugu Wushuang almost died of anger without one breath.

Eyes rolled.

Finally, I couldn't help it.

"Little Hachi...... Don't make a fuss. ”

An emaciated figure walked out of the firelight.

A faint voice rang out.

Dugu Wushuang was unconscious, and finally could only feel a cold iron palm falling, lifting his body like a chicken.

Dugu Wushuang opened his eyes with a strong consciousness.

Suddenly......

An iron bump turned out in his eyes was magnified.

Dugu Wushuang was taken aback and passed out directly.

......

"Xiaobai, you're scared. ”

The corners of Bufang's mouth twitched.

At night, someone came running from this deep mountain.

glanced at the wounded man all over his body, but Bufang didn't see death and couldn't save him.

Let Xiaobai take the person back to the hut.

Thrown in the yard.

Bufang sat down in a chair, rubbed his hands, and exhaled a white breath.

Ready to start eating.

The fish steamed with shiitake mushrooms is absolutely delicious.

Bufang sandwiched a chopstick, and the fish meat was soft and fragrant.

The mouth melted like juice in an instant......

A bite of fish, a bite of wine.

The crisp wine entered the abdomen, like a fire, and the pores of the whole body were dilated.

Hachi wandered around the side, begging for food.

After throwing a piece of fish meat to Hachi.

He poured a glass of wine.

Walked over to the man who was seriously injured and dying.

Looking at the latter's miserable appearance, he sighed.

The liquor was poured into the man's mouth......