From then on, Wutan carefully protected this family.
Although he had nothing to do after tidying up the yard, this peaceful life made him very comfortable.
Every day, from sunrise to sunset, he is by his lover's side.
During the day, he watered the wild vegetables and tended the flower beds.
At night, he played alone and poured out his heart.
He seemed like a recluse, with few desires and three meals a day and a place to sleep, forming his entire life.
Although ordinary and simple, he is very satisfied, happy and comfortable.
Time just passes slowly.
ten years!
He has lived here for ten years.
Every day of his life may seem boring to others, but he enjoys it very much.
Over the past ten years, his body has been gradually aging.
Although his soul power is still there, his body is just that of a mortal. His energy and blood are dissipating day by day, and he now looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties.
On this day, he carried a bucket of water into the vegetable garden as usual, and took good care of every wild vegetable.
From a distance, his figure seemed a little thin and lonely, but only he knew that he was not lonely at all in his heart. This was the life he wanted.
“Chiu!”
A flamingo soared away from mid-air.
On the back of the flamingo stood two young boys and girls.
Wutan just looked up briefly, then retracted his gaze and continued to irrigate the vegetable garden.
But the flamingo came back and landed over the yard.
The two people on his back were about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing gorgeous clothes. It was obvious at first glance that they were children of prominent families.
The two looked down, and when they saw Wutan's face, the girl looked as if she had seen a ghost, and her little face turned pale in an instant.
"Walk!"
The young man shouted hurriedly, and the flamingo spread its wings and flew away.
"Brother, that man's face is so scary."
"Little sister, no matter what, we are also cultivators, don't be so timid."
“But that’s too scary. If I wasn’t a master cultivator in the Tuomai stage, I would probably be scared to death.”
"It's really a bit scary. This is the first time in my life that I've seen such an ugly person."
Although the two had already left, their conversation was clearly heard by Wu Tian.
"Scary? Ugly?"
Wutan stood in front of the bucket, looking at his reflection in the water, smiling bitterly.
His face is now full of pits and wounds, and he no longer looks like a human. To be honest, it's really scary.
In fact, he has always known it, but he has been living alone for the past ten years, and his mood has become more and more indifferent, so he didn't care much.
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, lowered his head, and carved one stroke at a time.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
As time passed slowly, the sun was about to set.
At this moment, Wutan put down the dagger and blew away the wood chips and powder on the mask. A mask with not very delicate workmanship immediately appeared in his sight.
Wutan took a quick look at it, then took out a thin rope from the battle soul 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 his entire face. He even went to the well in the backyard to look at it to make sure it was able to cover his face before going to the terrace on the second floor to watch the sunset with his lover.
"Boom..."
"Ding..."
At night, beautiful melodies came from the yard.
After ten years of playing, his piano skills can be said to be perfect.
The sound of his piano does not have the slightest murderous aura, nor any hostility or evil spirit. It is as calm as water, melodious and purifying to one's soul.
The biggest reason why his heart became calm so quickly was actually the sound of the piano.
Every time he played the piano, his heart became particularly peaceful. He forgot all his worries and all his pain.
When the song ended, Wu Tian put away the Luoshenqin and was about to get up, but at this moment, a hearty laugh sounded outside the yard: "I didn't expect to hear such beautiful music here. This trip is worth it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in white clothes walked towards them step by step from the darkness.
He was seven feet tall, like a god banished to the heavens, with long hair draped over his shoulders, fluttering clothes, and an ethereal aura.
His eyes were like two bright moons, brilliant and bright; his gaze was so sharp that it seemed he could see into people's hearts.
When he saw this person, Wutan's calm eyes changed slightly, but it soon disappeared, replaced by calmness and indifference.
The man in white walked into the yard, stopped on the long path, looked at the flower bed in front of him, then looked at the vegetable gardens on both sides, and a smile appeared on his face.
“Swish!”
He took a step forward and landed on the terrace.
But he did not look at Wu Tian. He stood side by side with Wu Tian, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that we would meet in such a situation. I didn't expect that you would fall into such an embarrassing situation."
"Am I really in such a mess?" Wutan said with a faint smile.
"Haha, I really don't understand, why the man who dared to challenge the God, the man who made the Samsara Continent tremble, would be willing to stay here as an ordinary person? I'm really struggling, can you help me explain?" said the man in white.
Wu Tian smiled and said, "Fallen leaves return to their roots."
The man in white laughed and said, "Ask yourself, are your roots really here?"
Wu Tian's eyes were filled with turmoil again, and he turned to look at the man in white, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back and shook his head, saying, "Where the roots are is actually not important, what is important is the heart. It's getting late, I won't see you off, 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's really unethical of you to order me to leave so quickly! After all, you should let me stay for a drink, right?"
Wu Tian smiled faintly and said, "If you just come to visit me, an old friend, I welcome you, but I live in a remote place, and I don't have any good wine to treat you."
"You don't, but I do."
The man in white retracted his gaze, looked at Wutan and said, then he waved his hand and dozens of wine jars appeared out of thin air.
Seeing this, Wu Tian was quite surprised and shook his head and said, "It seems that you came 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's get drunk tonight."
"Amitabha, I smelled the aroma of wine and was craving for it, so I came here uninvited. If I have disturbed you, please forgive me, benefactors."
Just at this moment, a bald monk came step by step from the night sky. He was wearing a tattered cassock, holding a big golden fat leg in his hand, with a greasy mouth, and looked extremely sloppy.
Seeing this, the man in white rolled his eyes and said, "You bald ass, you really are not fit to be a monk. Go down the mountain and return to secular life!"
"No, no, wine and meat go through the intestines, but Buddha sits in my heart. Who says monks have to return to secular life before they can drink wine and eat meat?"
The sloppy monk shook his shiny bald head, stepped beside Wu Tian, picked up a jar of wine, and drank it directly. Then he laughed and said, "Great, an old friend has returned, and good wine is with us. Is there anything more enjoyable in life than this? Come on, come on, I'm treating you today, drink as much as you want and eat as much as you want."
The man in white was speechless and said, "Bald donkey, are you mistaken? It seems that all these wines are mine."
The sloppy monk yelled, "Hey, we have been friends for thousands of years. Why are we still being polite? What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine."
"Well!"
The man in white was completely speechless.
It was midnight when the sloppy monk and the man in white left.
Originally, the two planned to get drunk, but Wutan's current condition did not allow it. First, drinking is harmful to the body, so he could only drink in moderation. Second, he needed to rest, otherwise he would be in a trance tomorrow.
Wutan stood on the terrace, watching the two leave, with a smile in his eyes.
The man in white was Shenxi, and the sloppy monk was naturally Gutian.
But that night, they just drank and talked about the past and didn't ask about anything else.
For example, how did Shenxi and Gutian know that he had returned to the Samsara Continent? What was Shenxi's true identity? How strong were they now
Shenxi and the others did not ask Wutian what had happened in the past few years? Why did he come back to the Samsara Continent? Why did he live here peacefully
All three of them chose to avoid talking about these issues.
However, before Shenxi and Gutian left, they left behind more than fifty jars of wine, enough for him to drink for many years.
The arrival of the two did not disturb Wutan's life. He still lived the same life as before, working from sunrise to sunset and resting from sunset, leisurely and comfortable.
Half a month later.
That morning, Wutan went into the back mountain to hunt, and to look for any magical medicine.
His body was getting older day by day, and he had to find a way to replenish the lost blood and energy. Otherwise, he would probably have died of old age before Longhu returned.
He also wanted to go there to purchase, but there were only sects but no cities in the Chiyang Mountains, and the nearest sect was tens of thousands of miles away from Long Village. With his current conditions, it would take him at least several years to get there.
What's more, other sects may not necessarily sell it to him.
Furthermore, it would be a bit too ostentatious for a mortal like him to buy elixirs, so after considering again and again, he finally decided to go into the mountains to look for them himself. If there was really nothing, he would make other plans.
However, after searching the entire back mountain, he could not find a single magical medicine.
This made him feel that the Samsara Continent was indeed incomparable to other continents.
In places like the heavens and the ancient continent, spiritual essences can be found everywhere, but here, even a spiritual essence of the lowest level can only be found by chance.
As if by some strange coincidence, he came to the top of the mountain behind.
Maybe it's because he wants to get back the feeling of his childhood.
He stood on the edge of the cliff, with his hands behind his back and his eyes slightly closed, feeling the atmosphere here, breathing the air here, and gradually, a familiar breath came to his heart.
At noon, Wutan was preparing to go down the mountain, but at this moment, a slightly immature voice came from behind him.
"Brother, is this the site of Dragon Village?"
This was a young girl's voice. When it reached Wutan's ears, he immediately determined that it was the girl who had been frightened by him half a month ago.
(End of this chapter)