Heavenly Lord Asura

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Since then, Wutian has carefully taken care of this home.

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

Every day, at sunrise and sunset, he is with his lover.

During the day, he waters wild vegetables and takes care of the flowerbeds.

At night, he played alone and talked.

He is like a reclusive person, with a pure heart and few desires, three meals and one overnight, becoming his entire life for a day.

Although ordinary and simple, he is satisfied, happy, and cozy.

Time passed slowly like this.

ten years!

He has been here for ten years.

Every day's life seems dull to others, but he enjoys it very much.

Over the past ten years, his body is gradually getting older.

Although his spirit power is still there, his body is just a mortal body, and his vitality is passing day by day. He now looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

On this day, he still carried the bucket and entered the vegetable garden as usual, taking care of every wild vegetable.

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

"Tweet!"

A flamingo roared away from mid-air.

On the back of the flamingo, two young girls stood.

Wutian raised his head and glanced briefly, then retracted his gaze and continued to irrigate the vegetable garden.

But the flamingo went back and forth and stopped over the yard.

The two people on their backs were about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing gorgeous clothes, and they knew they were the children of prominent families.

The two looked down. When they saw Wutian's face, the girl seemed to be a ghost, and her small face was instantly pale.

"go!"

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

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

"Little girl, after all, we are also cultivators, don't be so timid."

"But that's too scary. If it weren't for the fact that I was a major repairer in the expansion period, I would be scared to death."

"It's really scary. It's the first time I've seen such an ugly person when I grow up like this."

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

"Scary? Ugly?"

Wutian stood in front of the bucket, looked at the reflection on the water, smiled bitterly.

His current face was pitted and broken. It was no longer a human being. To be honest, it was really scary.

In fact, he has always known that he has been living alone for the past ten years, and his mood has become more and more indifferent, but he hasn't paid much attention to it.

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

After watering the vegetable garden, he sat in front of the flower garden, holding the dagger in his right hand and the wood in his left hand, lowering his head, carving it with one knife.

An hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

As time passed slowly, the sun was about to set.

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

Wutian glanced briefly, then took out a string 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. He also went to the well in the backyard to take a photo. He was sure to cover his face before he came to the terrace on the second floor to watch the sunset with his lover.

"Boom..."

"clang……"

At night, beautiful melody came from the yard.

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

The sound of his piano, without the slightest killing air, without the slightest hostility and evil spirit, is as calm as water, melodious, and purifies the soul.

His heart can be indifferent so quickly, in fact, the sound of the piano is the greatest credit.

Every time he plays the piano, his heart is particularly peaceful, forgetting his troubles and all his pain.

At the end of the song, Wutian put away the Luoshenqin 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 sound of the piano here. It’s worth it."

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

He is seven feet tall, like a godless person, with long hair and a cape, and his clothes are fluttering, full of misty air.

His eyes are like two rounds of bright moon, bright and bright, and his eyes are extremely sharp and seem to be able to peep into people's hearts.

Seeing this person, Wutian's calm eyes changed a little, but they soon disappeared and were replaced by calm and indifferent.

The white-clothed man 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, a smile appeared on his face.

"Huh!"

He stepped forward and landed on the terrace.

But he did not look at Wutian, stood side by side with Wutian, looked up at the crescent moon on the sky, and smiled: "I really didn't expect that we would meet in this situation, and I didn't expect that you would fall. To the point of being so embarrassed."

"Am I really embarrassed?" Wutian smiled lightly.

"Hehe, I really don't understand. Why did the person who dared to challenge the sky and the person who made the continent of Samsara tremble willingly stay here to be an ordinary person? I really struggled. Can you help me answer? "The white man said.

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

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

There was another wave of waves in Wutian's eyes, turning his head to look at the white-clothed man, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed back and shook his head: "Where the root is, it doesn't really matter. The important thing is the heart. It's getting late, I just I won’t give it to you, please go back!"

The white-clothed man smiled bitterly: "We are old friends. We have not seen each other for thousands of years. It would be too unethical for you to issue an order to evict guests so quickly! Anyway, you should leave me for a drink?"

Wutian smiled and said: "If you just come to visit my old friend, I certainly welcome it, but I am here in a remote country, but there is no good wine to entertain you."

"You didn't, I did."

The white-clothed man retracted his gaze and said to Wutian, then with a wave of his hand, dozens of wine jars appeared out of thin air.

Upon seeing this, Wu Tian was quite surprised, and shook his head: "It seems that you have come prepared."

The white-clothed man smiled and said, "I won't talk about anything else. I believe you haven't tasted wine for a long time. Come on, let us stay drunk tonight."

"Amitabha Buddha, the little monk smelled the aroma of wine, and became addicted to alcohol for a while, so he comes uninvited. If there is any disturbance, please forgive me from the two donors."

At this moment, a bald monk walked step by step from the night sky. He was wearing a shabby robes and grabbed a big golden fat leg in his hands. His mouth was greasy and looked extremely sloppy.

Upon seeing this, the white-clothed man rolled his eyes on the spot and said: "Dead bald donkey, you are really not a monk's material, hurry up and go down the mountain to become a vulgar!"

"No, no, meat and wine have passed through the intestines. I sit in the Buddha's heart. Who says that monks must return to the vulgarity before they can drink and eat meat?"

The sloppy monk shook his bright bald head, stepped down beside Wutian, screwed up a wine jar, drank directly, and then laughed and said: "Cool, my old friend is back, accompanied by fine wine, what can be more in life than this Have fun? Come, come, today the little monk treats you, drink or eat."

The white-clothed man said silently: "Bald donkey, did you make a mistake, these wines seem to be mine?"

The sloppy monk cried out strangely: "Oh, we are all old friends for thousands of years. What are you doing politely? Yours is mine, and mine is mine."

"Uh!"

The man in white was completely speechless.

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

Originally, the two planned not to get drunk or return, but Wutian's current conditions do not allow him. First, he can only drink in moderation because drinking is hurting his body. Second, he needs to rest, otherwise he will be in a trance tomorrow.

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

The man in white is just the breath, and the sloppy monk is naturally ancient.

But this night, they only drank to reminisce about the past, and did not ask other things.

For example, how did Shenxi and Gu Tian know that he has returned to the continent of Samsara? The true identity of Divine Breath? How strong are the two now?

The two of them did not ask Wutian what happened these years. Why would you return to the mainland? Why live here peacefully?

All three of them chose to avoid discussing these issues.

However, before Shenxi 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 Wutian's life. It was still the same as before, working at sunrise, resting daily, leisurely and at ease.

After half a month.

This morning, Wutian went into the Houshan to hunt, and by the way, look for it to see if there is any elixir.

His body is getting older day by day, and he has to find a way to replenish the lost qi and blood, otherwise he might be really old and dead before Longhu comes back.

He also wanted to purchase in the past, but the Chiyang Mountain Range only had a sect, not a city, and the nearest sect was tens of thousands of miles away from Longcun. Based on his current conditions, it would take at least several years to arrive.

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

Moreover, he was a mere mortal to buy the elixir, which was a bit too ostentatious, so he thought about it again and again. In the end, he planned to go into the mountains to look for it by himself~www.readwn.com~ It really didn't, so he made another plan.

However, searching the entire back mountain, he could not find a panacea.

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

Such as the heavens and ancient continents, spirit extracts can be seen everywhere, but here, a lowest-level spirit extract can be encountered but not sought.

A ghost and a god, he came to the top of the back mountain.

Perhaps it was because he wanted to regain the feeling he had when he was a child.

He stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, his eyes closed slightly, feeling the atmosphere here, breathing the air here, and 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 that passed into Wutian's ears, and he immediately judged that it was the girl who was terrified by him half a month ago.