Heavenly Lord Asura Chapter 1642: Divine Breath Ancient Heaven

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From then on, Wutian took care of this home with great care.

Although he had nothing to do after finishing the yard, this kind of 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 secluded 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 very content, very happy, and very comfortable.

In this way, time passed slowly.

Ten years!

He has lived here for ten years.

Every day's life is boring in the eyes of others, but he enjoys it very much.

In 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.

Looking 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.

Two teenage girls stood on the back of the flamingo.

Wutian only 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, about twelve or thirteen years old, are dressed in gorgeous clothes, and they know that they are the children of famous 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, and the flamingo spread its wings and galloped away.

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

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

"But that was too scary. If it weren't because I was a major repairer in the expansion period, I'm afraid 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 have already left, their conversation clearly fell into Wutian's ears.

"Scary? Ugly?"

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

His face now is pitted and dilapidated. It's no longer a human being. To be honest, it's really scary.

Actually, he has always known that he has been living alone for the past ten years. In addition to his state of mind, he 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, and he lowered his head, carving it with one knife at a time.

One 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 with a poorly crafted workmanship immediately appeared 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 is just enough to cover all of his face. He also took a photo with the well in the backyard, making sure to cover his face, and only then 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 achieved perfection in piano skills.

The sound of his piano, without the slightest killing air, without the slightest bit of 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 biggest 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 Luoshen 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 here. This trip was very worthwhile for me."

At the end of the word, a young man in a white coat walked step by step from the dark night.

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

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

When I saw this person, Wutian's calm eyes changed a little, but they disappeared quickly and were replaced by calm and indifference.

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, with a smile on his face.

"Huh!"

He stepped forward and landed on the terrace.

But he did not go to see 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 it. You will be 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 and be an ordinary person? I’m really struggling and can help me Answer?" The white man said.

Wu Tian 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?"

Wutian’s eyes made waves again, turning his head to look at the white-clothed man, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed back and shook his head: "Where is the root, it doesn’t really matter. The important thing is the heart. It’s too late. , I won’t give it to you, please come back!"

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

Wu Tian 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 don't have one, I have one."

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

When Wu Tian was surprised, he shook his head and said, "It seems that you have come prepared."

The white-clothed man smiled and said: "I won't say anything else, I believe you haven't tasted the taste of wine for a long time, come on, let us stay drunk tonight."

"Amitabha, the little monk smelled the fragrance of wine, and became addicted to alcohol for a while, so he came 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 hand. His mouth was greasy and looked extremely sloppy.

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!"

"Neither, nor, wine and meat have passed through the intestines. I sit in the Buddha's heart. Who said 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 good wine, what else is there in life? It’s more enjoyable than this? Come, come, today the little monk treats you, even if you drink or eat."

The man in white said speechlessly: "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.

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

The white-clothed man 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 about 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 breathed, and didn't ask Wutian what happened these years? Why do 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, I looked for any elixir.

His body is getting older day by day, and it is necessary to find a way to replenish the lost vitality, otherwise he may be really old and dead before Longhu comes back.

He also wanted to purchase in the past, but the Chiyang Mountain Range only has a sect, no city, and the nearest sect is tens of thousands of miles away from Longcun. Based on his current conditions, it will take several years at least to arrive. .

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

Furthermore, 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~IndoMTL.com~ There is really no, so make 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.

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

As a ghost, he came to the top of the back mountain.

Perhaps 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 in the end?"

This was a girl's voice, and it passed into Wutian's ears. Right now, he judged that it was the girl who was terrified by him half a month ago.