Since then, Wutian has carefully cared for this home.

Although after tidying up the yard, there was nothing to do, but this kind of peaceful day made him very comfortable.

Every day, at sunrise and sunset, he is by his lover's side.

During the day, he watered the wild vegetables and tended to the flower beds.

At night, he played alone and poured out his heart.

He is like a reclusive person, pure in heart and few desires, three meals and one night, which has become his whole life in a day.

Although ordinary and simple, he is very content, happy and comfortable.

Time passed slowly.

Decade!

He has been here for ten whole years.

Every day seems boring to others, but he enjoys it very much.

Over the past ten years, his body has gradually aged.

Although his soul power is still there, his physical body is only a mortal body, and his qi and blood are passing day by day, and he now looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

On this day, as usual, he carried a bucket into the vegetable garden and took care of every wild vegetable.

From a distance, his figure looks a little thin and lonely, but only he knows that his heart is not lonely at all, this is the life he wants.

"Chirp!"

A flamingo roared out of mid-air.

On the back of the flamingo, stood two teenagers and girls.

Wutian only looked up for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and continued to irrigate the vegetable garden.

But the flamingo went and returned, stopping over the yard.

The two people on his back, about twelve or thirteen years old, were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and at a glance they knew that they were the children of a famous family.

The two looked down, and when they saw the lawless face, the girl seemed to be alive, and her little face turned pale instantly.

"Let's go!"

The boy hurriedly shouted, and the flamingo spread its wings and galloped away.

"Brother, that man's face is so scary. ”

"Little sister, no matter what you say, we are also cultivators, don't be so cowardly. ”

"But that's too scary, if it weren't for the fact that I'm a major cultivator in the Expansion Period, I'm afraid I'd be scared to death. ”

"It's really scary, it's the first time I've seen such an ugly person. ”

Although the two have left, the conversation between the two clearly fell into Wutian's ears.

"Scary, ugly?"

Wutian stood in front of the bucket, looking at the reflection on the surface of the water, and smiled bitterly.

His face was pitted and tattered, and he didn't look like a man anymore, and to be honest, it was really scary.

In fact, he has always known that in the past ten years, he has lived alone, and his state of mind has become more and more indifferent, but he didn't care much.

But now it seems that you still have to carve a mask.

After watering the vegetable garden, he sat in front of the flower bed, holding a dagger in his right hand and wood in his left hand, with his head down, carving one knife at a time.

An hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

As the clock ticked by, the sun was about to set.

At this moment, Wutian put down the dagger and blew away the sawdust and powder on the mask, and a mask that was not very delicate in workmanship immediately appeared in sight.

Wutian looked at it for a moment, then took out a thin rope from the Battle Spirit Ring, 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 all of his face, and he went to the well in the backyard to take a picture to make sure that he could cover his face, and then came to the terrace on the second floor to watch the sunset with his lover.

"Knock ......"

"Bell ......"

At night, beautiful melodies came out of the courtyard.

After ten years of playing, his attainments in piano skills have been called perfect.

The sound of his piano does not have the slightest murderous atmosphere, does not have the slightest anger and evil energy, is as calm as water, melodious, and purifies people's souls.

His heart can calm down so quickly, in fact, the sound of the piano is the biggest credit.

Every time he played the piano, his heart was very peaceful, forgetting his troubles and all his pain.

At the end of the song, Wutian put away the Luo Shen Qin and was about to get up, but at this moment, a hearty laugh sounded outside the courtyard: "I didn't expect to hear such a beautiful piano sound here, this trip is worth it." ”

When the words fell, a young man dressed in white came step by step from the night.

He was seven feet tall, like a god, with long hair and a shawl, and a fluttering robe, full of ethereal air.

His eyes are like two bright moons, bright and bright, and his eyes are extremely sharp, as if they can peek into people's hearts.

Seeing this person, Wutian's calm eyes changed slightly, but they quickly disappeared and were replaced by calm and indifference.

The man in white walked into the courtyard, stopped on the long path, looked at the flower garden in front of him, and then looked at the vegetable gardens on both sides, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Huh!"

He took a step and landed on the terrace.

But he didn't look at Wutian, he stood side by side with Wutian, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that we would meet in this situation, and I didn't expect that you would fall into such an embarrassing situation." ”

"Am I really embarrassed?" Wutian said with a light smile.

"Hehe, I really don't understand, why would the person who dared to argue with the heavens, the person who made the Reincarnation Continent tremble, be willing to stay here and be an ordinary person?

Wutian smiled: "The fallen leaves return to the roots." ”

The man in white laughed and said, "Ask yourself, are your roots really here?"

Wutian's eyes rippled again, and he turned his head to look at the man in white, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back, shook his head and said: "Where the root is, it doesn't matter, what matters is the heart, it's getting late, I won't send you, please go back!"

The man in white smiled bitterly: "We are old friends, we haven't seen each other for thousands of years, and you are too immoral to issue an eviction order so soon! Anyway, you should also leave me for a drink, right?"

Wutian smiled lightly: "If you just come to visit my old friend, of course I welcome it, but I am in the middle of nowhere, and I don't have good wine to entertain you." ”

"You don't, I do. ”

The man in white retracted his gaze, looked at Wutian and said, and then with a wave of his hand, dozens of wine jars manifested out of thin air.

Seeing this, Wutian was quite surprised, shook his head and said, "It seems that you came prepared." ”

The man in white smiled: "Don't say anything else, I believe you haven't tasted wine for a long time, come on, let's not get drunk tonight." ”

"Amitabha, the little monk smelled the aroma of wine, and became addicted to alcohol for a while, so he came uninvited, and if there was any disturbance, please forgive the two donors. ”

At this moment, a bald monk came step by step from the night sky, wearing a shabby robe, holding a large golden fat leg in his hand, his mouth full of greasy, and looking extremely sloppy.

Seeing this, the man in white rolled his eyes on the spot and said, "Dead bald donkey, you are really not the material for a monk, hurry up and go down the mountain to return to the vulgar!"

"No, no, no, wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and my Buddha is sitting in my heart, who said that monks must be vulgar before they can drink wine and eat meat?"

The sloppy monk shook his bright bald head, landed beside Wutian in one step, twisted up a wine jar, and drank directly, and then laughed and said: "Cool, the old friend is back, accompanied by wine, what is more joyful in life? Come on, come on, today the little monk treats guests, just drink, just eat." ”

The man in white was speechless and said, "Bald donkey, are you mistaken, these wines seem to be mine?"

The sloppy monk exclaimed: "Oh, we have been old friends for thousands of years, what are you doing politely, what's yours is mine, mine is still mine." ”

"Ugh!"

The man in white was completely speechless.

In the middle of the night, the sloppy monk and the man in white left.

Originally, the two of them planned not to get drunk and not return, but Wutian's current conditions do not allow it, first, drinking alcohol hurts his body, he can only drink in moderation, and second, he needs to rest, otherwise he will be in a trance tomorrow.

Wutian stood on the terrace, watching the two leave, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

The man in white is the breath of God, and the sloppy monk is naturally Gu Tian.

But that night, they only drank and caught up with each other, and asked nothing else.

For example, how did Divine Breath and Gu Tian know that he had returned to the Reincarnation Continent?the true identity of Divine Breath?and what is the strength of the two now?

The two of them didn't ask Wutian what had happened over the years, why did they come back to the Reincarnation Continent, and why did they live here peacefully?

All three chose to avoid talking about these issues.

However, before Shen Xi and Gu Tian left, they left more than fifty jars of wine, enough for him to drink for many years.

The arrival of the two did not disturb the lawless life, and it was still the same as before, working at sunrise and resting at sun, idle and comfortable.

Half a month later.

This morning, Wutian entered the back mountain to hunt, and by the way, he looked to see if there was any elixir.

The body is getting older day by day, and he must always find a way to replenish the lost qi and blood, otherwise he may really die of old age before Long Hu comes back.

He also wanted to go over to purchase, but there were only sects in the Chiyang Mountain Range, no cities, and the nearest sect was tens of thousands of miles away from Long Village, and with his current conditions, it would take at least several years to arrive.

What's more, other sects may not necessarily sell it to him.

Moreover, he was a mortal to buy elixir, which was inevitably a bit too ostentatious, so after thinking about it again, he finally planned to go into the mountains to find it by himself, but he really didn't, so he made another plan.

However, after searching the entire back mountain, he couldn't find a single elixir.

This made him have to feel that the reincarnation continent really couldn't be compared with other continents.

For example, in the Heavenly Realm, in the Ancient Continent, spiritual extracts can be seen everywhere, but here, a lowest-level spiritual essence can be encountered but not sought.

The ghost sent the gods, and he came to the top of the back mountain.

Maybe it's because he wants to get back to the feeling he had when he was a kid.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, feeling the atmosphere here, breathing the air here, and gradually, a familiar breath welled up in his heart.

At noon, Wutian was about to descend the mountain, but at this moment, a slightly green voice came from behind him.

"Brother, is this the site of Dragon Village?"

This was a girl's voice, which came into Wutian's ears, and he immediately judged that it was the girl who was frightened by him half a month ago.