Wutian's cultivation is indeed in vain, but the soul power is still there, and it is still very easy to hunt the beasts in the back mountain.

However, when I walked into the back mountain, the memory that existed in the depths of my soul was like a tide in my mind!

He remembered that it was a hunting place for the villagers.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he often came here to play secretly with Dragon and Tiger.

Of course, at that time they only dared to linger at the foot of the mountain and rarely went up the mountain.

At that time, he and Long Hu were still naïve children, and they had not started the path of cultivation, but during that time, they were really happy.

It's a pity that he can't go back to the past, even if he is also an ordinary person now, and when he steps here again, he doesn't have the same feeling as before.

There are some things that can be kept, but there are some things that are gone, and no matter how you try to keep them, they will not stop.

Gradually, he reached the top of the mountain.

This is where he and the little guy met, and it was also here that he inadvertently picked up the Yin Decree and was knocked off the cliff by the Dragon River, so to speak, this place was the turning point in his life.

He is back now, standing here again, and he has not cultivated either, but looking at the scenery around him and breathing the air here, he feels so strange.

"The vicissitudes of life, things are people, there is no going back, there is no going back at all. ”

He sighed deeply and turned to walk down the mountain.

His speed is not fast, but it is very steady, step by step, although he can't find the feeling he had before, but his heart is unprecedentedly steady.

Before the sky was completely dark, he dragged a wild boar and a bundle of firewood back to the wooden building.

At this time, it is autumn and winter, and the nights are a little cool.

In front of the wooden building, Wutian took out two daggers, and when they collided with a little force, sparks splashed out, which soon ignited the firewood, and a bonfire burned.

Then he removed one of the boar's thighs, stripped off the fur, and roasted it slowly over the campfire.

Originally, he wanted to wash it and bake it, but now that it was getting late, he would definitely not find a water source in a short time, so he would just live a meal and talk about it tomorrow.

As for the seasoning of the roast pig's thigh, it is easier for him, after all, a person like him, who grew up in a small village, understands much more than someone who grew up with a golden key.

After looking around the fire for a while, he found a few weeds, which were used for seasoning.

He used the dagger as a kitchen knife, cut a few weeds finely, and when the pig's thighs were seven times ripe, he sprinkled the weeds on them, and after a while, the smell of meat came out.

When Wutian smelled the fragrance, his mouth and tongue were full of food, and the hunger in his stomach suddenly became extremely strong.

He cut off a piece of meat, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and then his appetite was shocked, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with relish.

"It would be better if there was wine at this time. ”

Wutian licked his lips and sat alone by the fire, enjoying his first dinner here, looking a little lonely.

As for the wine, there is certainly no way to find it now.

It's a pity that those two daggers, which were originally divine soldiers, are now used to cut vegetables and meat, making them greasy and dirty, if this thing spreads, it will 100% set off a shocking storm on the five continents.

The bright bonfire and the enticing fragrance add a lot of life to this place.

The next morning, before dawn, Wutian got up to wash, and then came to the terrace on the second floor, took out the Xuantian ice coffin, accompanied his lover, and waited for the sunrise to rise.

The sunset is beautiful, and the morning sun is even more charming.

The light shines brightly, shining on the mountains and rivers, watching the sun rise little by little, and the irritability and sadness in Wutian's heart also dissipate little by little.

The moment the morning sun rises, all things in heaven and earth also wake up and start a new day.

After Wutian sent the Xuantian Ice Coffin into the Battle Soul Ring, he also began to get busy.

On the first day, he eradicated the weeds and shrubs around the wooden building one by one, until the sun set, and there was no weed to be found in the surrounding area, but this day's labor really tired him enough, and he was extremely tired physically and mentally.

But he did not break his promise, and after watching the sunset with his lover, he had dinner, and then went into the house to rest.

The next day, he got up early in the morning, and after watching the sunrise, he began to dig a well, which ordinary people can't do without water.

The location of the well, he chose behind the wooden building, this place he is going to build a backyard, and it is more convenient to put the well here.

Originally, he could have used his divine power to dig a well, but he didn't, he held a dagger, dug little by little, rested when he was tired, and then dug after resting, it took him nine days to dig a well ten meters deep, and the clear groundwater diffused out, cool with a sweet taste.

In fact, it's not the sweetness of the water, it's the sweetness of his heart.

After all, this is the result of his own hard work.

There is a saying, a drop of sweat and ten thousand grains of grain, can the fruits of one's own labor not be sweet?

Similarly, although he is tired these days, his heart is becoming calmer day by day, and the past grievances and grievances are gradually let go by him.

On the eleventh day, he went into the back mountain, felled wood, and built a fence.

In one morning, in front of his attic, there were fifty logs, and it was indeed easy to cut wood, but it was not an easy task to carry them back from the back mountain.

When he carried the last log and returned to the wooden building, he was directly weak, lying on the ground on all fours, and it took half an hour before he could recover his breath.

It's tiring, it's bitter, but he doesn't care anymore, or rather, he's used to it.

In the afternoon, he chose to rest, anyway, he will live here in the future, and he is not in a hurry at this time.

On the twelfth day, he broke the log and split it into pieces of wood of various widths.

On the thirteenth day, he began to build a fence, which is also a difficult task for him now, because every piece of wood has to be 'inserted' deep into the ground, so that it can be strong and can withstand the wind and rain.

And his current strength is inferior to that of a secular hunter, and he is about the same as an ordinary person, so you can imagine how difficult it is.

It took two days to finally complete.

The fence can be one meter high, and the timbers are connected one by one, surrounding the wooden building, forming a small yard of about 100 zhang.

Walking into the fence and looking at this courtyard that he had created with his own hands, Wutian felt more fulfilled than ever, and his heart became more and more calm, as if he had integrated into the life of a mortal.

After building a fence, I rested for half a month, because I was too tired, not only mentally exhausted, but also physically sore.

But in the past half a month, he has not really been idle, and has found some easy work to do, such as going to the back mountain to find out if there are more pleasing wildflowers and small trees, and if he sees something more satisfying, he will dig it out and plant it in a small yard.

Moreover, he also specially cultivated a piece of land in the yard to plant some edible wild vegetables and seasoned weeds, after all, he doesn't have to eat meat every day!

Before he knew it, he had been living here for a month.

He has thoroughly integrated into the environment, the life here.

His heart has truly settled down.

He doesn't think about anything now, and lives every day plainly.

In the morning and evening, he accompanies his lover and watches the sunrise and sunset.

During the day, he was busy taking care of the yard.

At night, when there is a moon, he will accompany his lover to admire the moon and chat with his lover, although she can't hear it, the smile on his face is very bright, and his heart is also very happy.

And he will also take out the roselle and try to play a song, over time, the technique is more and more proficient, and the music he plays, although it is not a natural sound, but it is not as unbearable as before.

When there is no moon, he sits alone on the terrace, looking at the endless night sky, and when he is tired, he goes into the house to rest.

The body has almost recovered, and Wutian has begun to get busy again.

You can't always have mud in the yard, because if it rains, you will bring mud all over the house when you come back from outside.

So, he was going to the back mountain to mine stone.

Like logging, with the help of the divine soldiers, mining is very simple, but carrying the stone back almost killed him, and the sweat never dries day long.

It took him two months to get the yard in order.

On the ground of the courtyard, there are neatly inlaid with smooth stone slabs.

On the edge of the periphery, there are small evergreen trees, only half a person high, swaying in the wind and full of vitality.

On the left and right sides of the wooden building, there are vegetable gardens, which are all planted with wild vegetables, and now they are basically the staple food of three meals a day.

Behind the wooden building, there is also a vegetable garden, but the plants planted are all seasoned wild vegetables, and the well is the center of the vegetable garden.

As for the front of the wooden building, there is a flower garden, there are all kinds of wild flowers, some are budding, some are blooming, some are withering, fragrant, adding a lot of color to this small courtyard.

Between the flower beds and the vegetable gardens, there are two sheep intestine paths.

At this moment, the wooden gate of the fence is being built, and it is nearing completion.

Although he is the only one living here, and there are no villages nearby, the wooden gate of the fence still needs to be there, otherwise it will look a little awkward.

Half an hour later, the wooden door was finally completed, Wutian tried to open and close it a few times, and it felt good, so he closed the wooden door, picked up the dagger on the ground, turned to look at the flower garden in front of him, looked at the vegetable gardens on the left and right, and the most simple smile rose on his face.

Despite the dirt and sweat, he walked around the yard, and finally he stood on the long path between the flower beds, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

In the past, he could create a splendid palace with a wave of his hand, but he had never felt this way.

This is the difference between an ordinary person and a cultivator.

Ordinary people are easily content, as long as they have a home, they can live a worry-free life.

But cultivators, if they want to compete for fame and fortune and resources, the desires in their hearts will become more and more out of control as their strength increases, and they will never be satisfied.

And after two months of precipitation, Wutian is now a real ordinary person.

He forgot his troubles, forgot his hatred, forgot his fame and fortune, forgot all the things in the past, he had completely integrated into the life here, his body and mind were restored, and he was at peace like never before.

He took out the Xuantian ice coffin, looked at the jade man in the coffin tenderly, and said with a smile: "I have always wanted to have a home, a simple, happy home, and now I finally have it, from now on, this is our common home, let me accompany you, happy and carefree life." ”