Chapter 1644 Divine Breath in Ancient Heaven

From then on, Wutian carefully protected the family.

Although he had nothing to do after tidying up the yard, these peaceful days made him very comfortable.

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

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

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

He is like a reclusive person, with a pure heart and few desires. Three meals and one night have become his entire life.

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

Time passes slowly like this.

ten years!

He has lived here for ten years.

Every day's life may seem 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 body is just that of a mortal, and his energy and blood are passing away day by day. He now looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

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

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

"Chirp!"

A flamingo roared away from mid-air.

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

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

But the flamingo came back again and stopped over the yard.

The two people on its back were about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing gorgeous clothes. It was obvious at a glance that they were children of famous families.

The two of them looked down. When they saw Wutian's face, the girl seemed to have seen a ghost, and her little face turned pale instantly.

"Walk!"

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

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

"Little sister, no matter what, we are cultivators too, don't be so timid."

"But that's too scary. If it weren't for the fact that I'm a major cultivator in the pulse expansion stage, I would probably be scared to death."

"It's really scary. This is the first time I've seen such an ugly person in my life."

Although the two had left, their conversation clearly fell into Wutian's ears.

"Scary? Ugly?"

Wutian stood in front of the bucket, looking at the reflection in the water, smiling bitterly.

His current face was pitted, dilapidated, and no longer human-like. To be honest, it was really scary.

In fact, he has always known it, but in the past ten years, he has been living alone, and his state of mind has become more and more indifferent, so he doesn't pay much attention to it.

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

After watering the vegetable garden, he sat in front of the flower bed, holding the dagger in his right hand and the wood in his left hand. He lowered his head and carved one knife after another.

An hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

As time goes by slowly, the sun is almost setting.

At this moment, Wutian put down his dagger and blew away the sawdust and powder on the mask. A mask that was not very exquisitely made immediately appeared in sight.

Wutian looked at it for a moment, then took out a thin rope from the fighting spirit ring, tied it to the left and right sides of the mask, and then put it on his face.

The mask was just big enough to cover his entire face. He even went to the well in the backyard to take a photo to make sure it could cover his face. Then he went to the terrace on the second floor to watch the sunset with his lover.

"Boom..."

"clang……"

At night, beautiful melodies came from the courtyard.

After ten years of playing, he has become perfect in his piano skills.

The sound of his piano does not have the slightest hint of murderousness, violence or evil spirit. It is as calm as water and melodious, purifying people's souls.

In fact, the sound of the piano was the biggest contributor to his ability to become indifferent so quickly.

Every time he played the piano, his heart felt particularly peaceful, forgetting his worries and all the pain.

After the song ended, Wutian put away the Luo Shen Qin and was about to get up, but at this moment, a hearty laughter sounded outside the yard: "I didn't expect to hear such a beautiful piano sound here. This time It was well worth my visit.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man wearing white clothes walked step by step from the dark night.

He is seven feet tall, as tall as a god, with long hair shawling his shoulders, and fluttering clothes, full of ethereal aura.

His eyes were like two bright moons, bright and bright, and his eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to peer into people's souls.

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

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

"Uh-huh!"

He took a step forward and landed on the terrace.

But he did not 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. To such a state of embarrassment.”

"Am I really embarrassed?" Wutian smiled lightly.

"Haha, I really don't understand why the man who dared to challenge God, the man who made Samsara Continent tremble, was willing to stay here and be an ordinary person? I'm really struggling. Can you help me answer it? "The man in white said.

Wutian smiled and said: "The fallen leaves return to their roots."

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

Wutian's eyes were filled with confusion again, and he turned to look at the man in white, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back, shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter where the roots are, the important thing is the heart. It's getting late, so I will If I don’t send it to you, please go back!”

The man in white smiled bitterly and said: "We are old friends. We haven't seen each other for thousands of years. It would be too unethical of you to issue an eviction order so quickly! No matter what, you should keep me here for a drink, right?"

Wutian smiled lightly and said: "If you just come to visit my old friend, of course I welcome you, but I am in a remote and remote place, and there is no good wine to entertain you."

"You don't, I do."

The man in white looked away, looked at Wutian and said, then waved his hand, and dozens of wine jars appeared out of thin air.

Seeing this, Wutian was quite surprised, shook his head and said: "It seems that you are well prepared."

The man in white smiled and said: "I won't say anything else. I believe you haven't tasted wine for a long time. Come on, let us not get drunk tonight."

"Amitabha, the young monk smelled the aroma of wine and was temporarily addicted to alcohol. He came uninvited. If I have caused any disturbance, please forgive me."

At this moment, a bald monk walked up from the night sky step by step. He was wearing a shabby cassock, holding a golden fat leg in his hand, his mouth was full of oil, and he looked extremely sloppy.

Seeing this, the man in white rolled his eyes on the spot and said: "You damn bald donkey, you really are not made to be a monk. Go down the mountain and return to secular life!"

"No, no, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and I sit in the Buddha's heart. Who said that a monk must return to secular life before he can drink wine and eat meat?"

The slovenly monk shook his shiny bald head, landed next to Wutian, screwed up a wine jar, and started drinking. Then he laughed and said: "It's great to be back, old friends, accompanied by good wine, what else can be better in life than this?" Are you happy? Come on, come on, the monk is treating you today, feel free to drink and eat."

The man in white said speechlessly: "Bald Donkey, are you mistaken? All these wines seem to be mine?"

The sloppy monk screamed strangely: "Oh, we have been old friends for thousands of years, why are you so polite? What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine."

"Well!"

The man in white was completely speechless.

At midnight, the sloppy monk and the man in white left.

Originally, the two of them planned to stay drunk, but Wutian's current conditions did not allow it. First, drinking was harmful to the body, so he could only drink in moderation. Second, he needed to rest, otherwise he would be in a trance tomorrow.

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

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

But that night, they only drank and reminisced about old times, and didn't ask about anything else.

For example, how did Shenxi and Gu Tian know that he had returned to Samsara Continent? The true identity of Shenxi? How strong are the two of them now?

Neither Shenxi nor the two asked Wutian what happened in these years? Why did you come back to reincarnate in the mainland? Why live here peacefully?

All three of them chose to avoid talking about these issues.

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

The arrival of the two people did not disturb Wutian's life. It was still the same as before, working at sunrise and resting at sundown, leisurely and comfortable.

Half a month later.

This morning, Wutian went into the back mountain to hunt and look for any elixir.

His body is getting older day by day, and he must find a way to replenish the lost energy and blood. Otherwise, he may really die of old age before Longhu comes back.

He also wanted to go there to purchase, but there were only sects in the Chiyang Mountains, not cities, and the nearest sect was tens of thousands of miles away from Longcun. With his current conditions, it would take at least several years to get there.

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

Furthermore, it would be too ostentatious for a mortal to buy the elixir, so after careful consideration, he finally decided to go into the mountains to look for it himself. If there was none, he would make other plans.

However, he searched the entire back mountain and couldn't find a single elixir.

This made him have to realize that Samsara Continent cannot be compared with other continents.

Like the heavens and the ancient continent, spiritual essences can be found everywhere, but here, even the lowest level of spiritual essences can be encountered but cannot be sought.

By some strange mistake, he came to the top of the back mountain again.

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

He stood on the edge of the cliff, with his hands behind his back and his eyes slightly closed, feeling the atmosphere here and breathing the air here. Gradually, a familiar breath came to his heart.

At noon, Wutian was preparing to go down the mountain, but at this moment, a slightly green voice came from behind.

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

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