From then on, Wutian carefully took care of this home.
Although he had nothing to do after tidying up the courtyard, these peaceful days made him very comfortable.
Every day, from sunrise to sunset, he accompanied his lover.
During the day, he watered the wild vegetables and took care of the flowerbed.
At night, he played alone and poured out his heart.
He was like a reclusive person who lived in seclusion. His three meals and one night had become his entire life.
Although it was ordinary and simple, he was very satisfied, very happy, and very comfortable.
Time slowly passed like this.
Ten years!
He had already lived here for ten whole years.
Every day of life, in the eyes of others, was dull and boring, but he enjoyed it very much.
In these ten years, his body had gradually aged.
Although his soul power was still there, his body was just a mortal body. His blood and Qi were flowing away day by day. He now looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties.
On this day, he carried a bucket of water, entered the vegetable garden, and carefully took care of every wild vegetable.
From afar, his figure seemed a little thin and lonely, but only he knew that his heart was not lonely at all. This was the life he wanted.
"Chirp!"
A flamingo whizzed through the air.
On the back of the flamingo stood a young boy and a young girl.
Wutian only raised his head for a brief glance, then retracted his gaze and continued to irrigate the vegetable garden.
However, the flamingo returned and stopped in the sky above the courtyard.
The two people on its back were about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing gorgeous clothes. With one look, one could tell that they were the children of a famous family.
The two of them looked down. When they saw Wutian's face, the young girl looked as if she had seen a ghost, her small face instantly turned pale.
"Go!"
The young boy hurriedly shouted. The flamingo flapped its wings and sped away.
"Brother, that person's face is so scary."
"Little sister, no matter what, we are still cultivators. Don't be so timid."
"But that's too scary. If I wasn't a great cultivator in the Channel Opening Stage, I'm afraid I would be scared to death."
"It is indeed a little scary. I've lived for so long, but this is the first time I've seen such an ugly person."
Although the two of them had left, their conversation clearly fell into Wutian's ears.
"Scary? Ugly? "
Wutian stood in front of the bucket and looked at the reflection in the water, smiling bitterly.
His face was full of bumps and hollows. He no longer looked like a human. To be honest, it was a little scary.
Actually, he had always known about it. It was just that he had been living alone for the past ten years. On top of that, his state of mind had become more and more indifferent, so he did not pay much attention to it.
But now, it seemed that he still had to carve a mask.
After watering the vegetable garden, he sat in front of the flowerbed. He held a dagger in his right hand and a piece of wood in his left hand. He lowered his head and started carving.
Two hours.
Four hours later.
Six hours.
As time passed, the sun was about to set.
At this time, Wutian put down the dagger and blew away the sawdust and powder on the mask. A mask that was not very exquisite immediately appeared in his sight.
Wutian looked at it for a while and took out a thin rope from the Battle Soul Ring. He tied it to the left and right sides of the mask and then put it on his face.
The size of the mask was just enough to cover his entire face. He even went to the well in the backyard to check his face. After making sure that it could cover his face, he went to the balcony on the second floor to accompany his lover to watch the sunset.
"Dong …"
"Dong …"
At night, a beautiful melody came out from the courtyard.
After ten years of playing the zither, his attainments in the art of the zither could be said to be perfect.
His zither music did not have the slightest murderous aura, nor the slightest evil aura. It was as calm as water, leisurely, and purified the soul.
The reason why his heart was able to calm down so quickly was actually due to the sound of the zither.
Every time he played the zither, his heart would be especially peaceful. He would forget all his troubles and all his pain.
At the end of the song, Wutian put away the Luoshen Zither and was about to get up. But at this time, a hearty laughter came from outside the courtyard. "I didn't expect to hear such a beautiful zither music here. This trip is really worth it."
As soon as the words fell, a young man in white walked out of the night step by step.
He was seven feet tall, like a god. His long hair draped over his shoulders and his clothes fluttered in the wind. He was full of an ethereal aura.
His eyes were like two bright moons, bright and bright. His eyes were incomparably sharp, as if they could pry into people's souls.
Seeing this person, Wutian's calm eyes had a slight change, but it quickly disappeared and was replaced by calmness and indifference.
The man in white walked into the courtyard and stopped on the long path. He looked at the flowerbed in front of him and then looked at the vegetable garden on both sides. He could not help but smile.
"Swish!"
He took a step and landed on the balcony.
But he did not look at Wutian. He stood side by side with Wutian and looked up at the crescent moon in the sky. He smiled and said, "I really did not expect that we would meet under such circumstances. I also did not expect that you would be reduced to such a sorry state."
"Am I really in a sorry state?" Wutian smiled faintly.
"Haha, I really don't understand. Why would the person who dared to challenge the heavens, the person who made the Samsara Continent tremble, be willing to stay here and be an ordinary person? It's really hard for me. Can you explain it to me? "The man in white asked.
Wutian smiled and said, "Fallen leaves return to their roots."
The white-clothed man chuckled and said, "Ask yourself honestly, is your root really here?"
Wutian's eyes rippled again. He turned to look at the man in white, but when he was about to say something, he swallowed it back. He shook his head and said, "It's not important where your roots are. What's important is your heart. It's getting late, so I won't send you off.
The man in white smiled bitterly and said, "We are old friends who have not seen each other for thousands of years. You are too immoral to ask me to leave so soon! No matter what, you should ask me to stay for a drink, right? "
Wutian smiled faintly and said, "If you are just here to visit an old friend, of course I welcome you. But I am in a remote place and I don't have any good wine to entertain you."
"You don't, but I do."
The man in white retracted his gaze and looked at Wutian. Then he waved his hand and dozens of wine jars appeared out of thin air.
Seeing this, Wutian was surprised and shook his head. He said, "It seems that you came prepared."
The man in white smiled and said, "Let's not talk about other things. I believe that you haven't tasted wine in a long time. Come, tonight we will not leave until we are drunk."
"Amitabha, I smelled the wine and became addicted to it. I came uninvited. If I have disturbed you in any way, please forgive me."
Just then, a bald monk walked step by step from the night sky. He wore a shabby kasaya and held a fat golden thigh in his hand. His mouth was greasy and he looked extremely sloppy.
Seeing this, the man in white rolled his eyes and said, "Damn bald monk, you are not cut out to be a monk. Go down the mountain and return to the secular world!"
"No, no, no. Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha sits in the heart. Who said that a monk must return to the secular world before he can drink wine and eat meat?"
The sloppy monk shook his shiny bald head and landed next to Wutian. He picked up a jug of wine and started drinking. Then, he laughed and said, "Awesome! My old friend is back and I'm accompanied by good wine. What could be better than this in life? Come, come, come. It is my treat today. Drink and eat to your heart's content. "
The man in white was speechless. "Bald monk, are you mistaken? All of this wine seems to be mine?"
The sloppy monk cried out. "Oh, we have been friends for a few thousand years. Why are you being so polite? What is yours is mine, and what is mine is still mine."
"Uh!"
The man in white was completely speechless.
The sloppy monk and the man in white left at midnight.
Originally, they intended to drink until they were drunk, but Wutian's current condition didn't allow it. Firstly, drinking wine was harmful to the body, so he could only drink in moderation. Secondly, he needed to rest, otherwise he would be absent-minded tomorrow.
Wutian stood on the balcony and watched them leave with a trace of a smile in his eyes.
The man in white was Divine Aura, and the sloppy monk was naturally Gu Tian.
But on this night, they only drank and chatted, and they didn't ask about anything else.
For example, how did Divine Aura and Gu Tian know that he had returned to the Samsara Continent? Divine Aura's true identity? How was their strength now?
Divine Aura and Gu Tian didn't ask Wutian what had happened during these years. Why did he return to the Samsara Continent? Why did he live here peacefully?
The three of them chose to avoid these questions.
But before Divine Aura and Gu Tian left, they left more than 50 jars of wine, enough for him to drink for many years.
Their arrival didn't disturb Wutian's life. It was still the same as before, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, leisurely and carefree.
Half a month later.
This morning, Wutian entered the back mountain to hunt, and he also wanted to see if there were any spirit herbs.
His body was getting older day by day, and he had to find a way to replenish his lost blood. Otherwise, he would have died of old age before Longhu returned.
He also wanted to go and purchase them, but there were only sects in the Red Sun Mountain Range, and there were no cities. Moreover, the nearest sect was tens of thousands of miles away from the Dragon Village. With his current condition, it would take him at least a few years to arrive.
Moreover, other sects might not sell them to him.
Moreover, it would be too ostentatious for a mortal like him to purchase spirit herbs. So after much consideration, he finally decided to enter the mountain to search for them himself. If there really wasn't any, he would make other plans.
However, after searching the entire back mountain, he couldn't find a single spirit herb.
This made him feel that the Samsara Continent was indeed incomparable to other continents.
For example, in the Celestial realm and the ancient continent, spirit essences could be seen everywhere. But here, even the lowest level of spirit essences could only be found by chance.
Unexpectedly, he came to the peak of the back mountain again.
Perhaps it was because he wanted to find the feeling he had when he was young.
He stood at the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back and his eyes slightly closed. He felt the atmosphere here and breathed in the air here. Gradually, a trace of familiar aura surged into his heart.
At noon, Wutian was about to go down the mountain, but at this moment, a slightly young voice came from behind.
"Brother, is this the ruins of the Dragon Village?"
This was the voice of a young girl, and it entered Wutian's ears. He immediately determined that it was the young girl who had been frightened by him half a month ago.
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