There is an ancient town in the eastern part of the northern country, called Liuzhen. The small Liuzhen has no more than 100 households and no more than 1,000 people, but it is well-known in the north, just because the people of Liuzhen have been making coffins for generations.

The coffin of Liuzhen is a must in the north. Most of the people in Liuzhen are surnamed Liu, but the Wang family is an outlier. If the coffin produced in Liuzhen is a unique one in the north, then the coffin of the Wang family is the best of the best.

In Liuzhen, no one can figure out when the Wang family settled in Liuzhen. I only know that the old man of the Wang family, Wang Jue's skills in making coffins, is unpredictable.

It is said that at first, everyone did not know the strangeness of the Wang family's coffin. It was a tomb robber who stole a tomb that was ten years old, but when the coffin was opened, he saw the tomb owner's face like life, and retreated in shock.

The person who used the coffin of the Wang family, the corpse did not decay for ten years, and the face remained unchanged. As soon as the news spread, the coffin of the Wang family was famous in the north and was called the fairy coffin.

But the Wang family has an extremely strange rule, that is, the Wang family only makes nine coffins a year, and most of them don't make half of them.

Rare things are expensive, and with the name of the fairy coffin, the coffin of the Wang family is hard to find. However, the rule of nine coffins a year has not changed for decades.

I heard that someone forced Wang Jue to make the tenth coffin, but I didn't know that on the night of Weishenme, the sky was mighty, the wind and thunder were rolling, and the whole family of the person who persecuted Wang Jue was scorched by the thunder.

"If you force ten coffins, you will be punished by heaven!"

Since then, no one has dared to force Wang Jue to make the tenth coffin. Moreover, the coffin of the Wang family was deified again, some people said that the coffin of the Wang family was used by future generations, and some people said that the coffin of the Wang family could be a disaster for a hundred years.

Therefore, asking for a coffin of the Wang family immortal is even more powerful. And the coffin of the royal family may not be sold to dignitaries, and sometimes even given to poor people who cannot afford to be buried.

Wang Jue has a peaceful temperament, and making coffins is almost miraculous, so he is quite respected by the townspeople.

He had no children under his knees, except for a young daughter named Yu'er, who was only thirteen years old.

In addition, there is also an apprentice, Amu, Chang Yu'er is two years old, a child that Wang Jue picked up in the snow in the mountains twelve years ago.

The famous Liuzhen Wang family, there are only three people, and it is also a miracle in Liuzhen.

Wang Zhen's daughter regarded it as a treasure, but she was harsh on Amu, although she passed on the craft of making coffins to Amu, she often beat Amu.

The people of Liuzhen don't understand why Wang Jue, who has always been kind, treats Amu like this. This has also become a topic that Liuzhen people often discuss after dinner.

The miraculous coffin, the mysterious royal family. The Wang family is in the easternmost part of Liuzhen, a relatively remote boundary. Blue bricks and gray tiles, double courtyards, is the Wang family.

At this time, just after noon, the front yard of the Wang family was scattered with all kinds of coffin-making tools and various colored wood, and the wood fragrance was scattered.

Dressed in cloth, Amu was sitting on a stone bench, concentrating on planing a pine plank, and the wood flowers that were planed out came down one after another.

Although he was only fifteen years old, Amu was handsome, angular, and his body looked tall and strong.

wiped a handful of sweat, shook the sawdust on his body, and finally finished planing the loose board. After taking a closer look, Amu was more satisfied. This kind of wood planing work is almost a compulsory course for Amu every day.

This year's coffins have already filled up the number of nine! But Amu's carpentry has nothing to do with the number of coffins, and what should be done is still done as usual.

"It's been another year, alas, twelve years!" Amu sighed secretly.

The older generation killed people, and this life makes coffins. Amu often wondered if this was fate.

Amu's previous life was a killer, and Zuihou failed a mission, crossed over and was reborn to this shijie, and inexplicably lost the memory of the first three years of this shijie.

Because when Amu woke up for the first time, he felt like a baby, in a chaos, someone was arguing in his ears, but he couldn't hear what it was, there seemed to be the sound of fighting, there seemed to be colorful neon, and flying birds.

But everything was hazy, and it felt like a nightmare. When Amu woke up again, he was a three-year-old child, lying alone on the vast snowfield, but without any memory of the past three years.

Wang Jue picked him up in the snow, and since then Amu has become an apprentice in the coffin shop for twelve years.

"It's been twelve years!" Amu smiled bitterly, and looked at the coffin board in his hand again, but unfortunately the coffin he made was not enough for the fraction of the person he killed.

"Brother, drink some water!" A fresh and pleasant voice interrupted Amu's thoughts, and a girl in a red dress stood behind Amu with a celadon teapot.

It is said that Wang Jue is an old woman, but the people of Liuzhen have never seen Yu'er's mother.

Yu'er was born with a beautiful fetus, although she was only thirteen years old, but she was already beautiful, her face was extremely beautiful, her skin was better than snow, especially a pair of eyes were as clear as water, but they were deep and bottomless, as if she had thousands of magical powers.

Amu took the kettle, pointed it directly at the spout, and took a few sips of it.

"Master?" Amu wiped his mouth with his cuff.

"Backyard!" Yu'er pouted and glanced in the direction of the backyard, and then whispered, "Brother, I see that my father is holding that black rattan again, and his face is gloomy." ”

"Uhh In the past twelve years, as long as the master is like this, Amu is afraid that he will inevitably be whipped a few times.

"Brother, I always advised my father not to beat you, but he didn't listen at all!" Yu'er was a little indignant.

In Yu'er's heart, Amu is her own brother, Yu'er has never seen her mother, except for Wang Jue since she was a child, Amu is her only relative.

Sometimes when I saw my father beating and scolding Amu, Yu'er would cry secretly. Although the king absolutely regarded him as a treasure, there was only one thing, and the king never relied on it, that is, he did not fight Amu.

"It's okay!" Amu stood up, touched Yu'er's head and smiled, "You don't understand men's business!

Yu'er pouted, she really didn't understand, Weishenme's father always beat her brother, but her brother never complained.

"Amu, come to the backyard!" At this moment, Wang Jue's somewhat old voice came.

"Brother!" Yu'er subconsciously pulled the corner of Amu's clothes.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided!" Chong Yu'er smiled, Amu grabbed the plank he had just planed, and went to the backyard. He knew that the master was going to check how well he was doing, and he was probably going to be beaten again.

In the backyard of the Wang family, there are nine coffins of different sizes and shapes, which are parked in a ring.

However, none of these coffins are finished products, either the lid is missing, or the coffin plate is incomplete, and some are not painted or notched.

In the middle of the nine coffins, a hunchbacked old man in black, with gray hair, his back to Amu, and his old spotted hand held a three-foot-long black shiny rattan in his hand.

He is the king.

Looking at Wang Jue, especially the rattan, Amu couldn't help grinning. For twelve years, this was the most impressive thing in Amu's memory, even more profound than those coffins.

"Master!" Amu stood behind Wang Jue, respectful.

"Hmm!" the king replied and turned around. No one in Liuzhen knew Wang Jue's age, and Amu didn't know either.

Wang Jue's temples were white, his face was old, and his eyes seemed to be a little dull and cloudy.

Wang Jue is just an ordinary old man.

"How's the work done today?" Wang Jue coughed.

"Planed this board!" said Amu as he handed over the loose board in his hand.

Wang definitely didn't take the board, just glanced at it, and said lightly: "Pine, although it is not a top-grade coffin, your board is also good, and it is rare to have a trace of spirituality." ”

Listening to Wang Jue's praise, Amu did not have the slightest joy, but frowned, he knew that the master would have something to say.

Sure enough, Wang Jue changed his words and said: "However, this piece of pine aura is originally at the root, but it is a pity that you abandoned it and did not use it!"

Listening to Wang Jue's words, Amu could only smile bitterly in his heart.

Since Amu was six years old, he began to learn to make coffins, no matter what material he chooses, Wang Jue can see through it at a glance, never make mistakes, and can always point out Amu's problems at once.

The pine board in Amu's hand was indeed made of pine wood with abandoned roots, and he thought that he had finally found a pine with a trace of aura, but he didn't expect to lose most of his spirituality.

"Amu knows his mistake and is willing to be punished!" Amu bowed his head and said. When he came, he was ready to be beaten, and Amu didn't say much.

"It's time to fight!" Wang Jue glanced at Amu with cloudy eyes, and without saying much, he raised the black rattan in his hand with one hand.

The black rattan reflected the sunlight and shone with black flowers.

For twelve years, almost every time I had to fight, it was a simple conversation, and then there was a crackling sound. The master and apprentice seem to maintain an inexplicable tacit understanding, Wang Jue fights neatly, and Amu is always silent.

With a "snap", the black rattan had fallen heavily on Amu's back.

But Amu's expression remained unchanged, and the rattan didn't seem to hit him.

"Pap" two more times, Amu's expression is still as usual, and the corners of his mouth seem to be slightly raised.

Wang Jue snorted coldly, and his hand tightened.

The rattan danced like the wind, and the sound of "popping" was endless, and it was dozens of times in a blink of an eye.

I can't see it, but the rattan in his hand is effortless, and he sees Amu's clothes in pieces, like butterflies flying around.

Amu's body is like a dragon, and his bronzed skin reflects the sunlight and glows with a faint luster.

Seventy rattan strokes did not leave the slightest scar on Amu's body.

Wang Jue fought again, and the black rattan was like a dragon, and it was like a rolling black mist, and the crackling sound was even tighter.

After a hundred strokes, Amu's body was left with bloody marks, and the corners of his forehead were covered with cold sweat, but Amu gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

After I don't know how many times, Wang Juecai looked at Amu, and saw that his face was slightly pale, drenched in cold sweat, and his body was slightly white, so he stopped abruptly and said lightly, "Slightly improved!"

Amu smiled bitterly: "One hundred and thirty-eight, nineteen times more than last time." ”

Wang Jue saw that Amu looked a little proud, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "If you are too little in one hundred and thirty-eight strokes, I can continue to fight!"

When Amu heard this, he hurriedly shook his head and said, "Forget it, Master, fight again next time you make a mistake!"

With that, Amu hurriedly slipped out of the backyard, and there was a cold snort from Wang Jue in his ears.

"Brother, are you okay?" Yu'er, who had been waiting in the front yard, saw the blood marks on Amu's back and bit her lip.

When Wang Jue beat Amu, he never let Yu'er be present, but Yu'er heard the crackling sound clearly.

"It's okay, I'm used to it!" Seeing that Yu'er's eyes were red, Amu hurriedly comforted.

"Brother, I'll rub some potion for you!" Yu'er said with a suffocating mouth.

"No, it will be haode in three or five days!" Amu grinned, his back hurt fiercely, but he knew that he must not take the medicine, otherwise he would really be beaten in vain.

Seeing that Amu refused, Yu'er pouted, and Amu knew that Yu'er must have such an expression, so he didn't care. After comforting Yu'er a few more words, Amu returned to his room, his back still hurting.

However, Amu is actually still happy in his heart, as a killer, Amu has experienced devilish training, but the first time Wang Jue's rattan was pulled down. In just one moment, Amu was in a coma for three days. Since then, Amu has known that his master is by no means an ordinary person.

For the past 12 years, Amu has been grateful to Master for saving his life in the snow, otherwise a three-year-old child, even if he has the ability to kill, the three-year-old body will never be able to leave the vast snowfield.

In the past twelve years, Amu has known that the master has used this special way to temper his muscles and bones, although Wang Jue has never said anything, just to find some indifferent reasons to beat himself, but Amu deeply understands the master's good intentions.

Although he didn't fully understand the purpose of what Master was doing, Amu's intuition told him that Master must have his own reasons.

Wang Jue and Amu maintain a tacit understanding of men.

After changing his clothes, Amu felt that his back was no longer so hot. According to the situation in the past, if you don't rub the potion, these blood marks will disappear after seven days, and then Amu will feel stronger muscles and bones, if you use the potion, it will take a long time to heal, and there will be no sense of strengthening your muscles and bones.

As soon as Amu finished sorting out his clothes, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves outside the door, and he was afraid that there were dozens of horses. Then the neighing of people and horses came and seemed to stop at the door of the king's house.

"Bang bang! bang bang!"