At night, the moonlight is like water. The whole Liu was calm and peaceful, and the lights of the Wang family were also extinguished early.

However, in the backyard of the Wang family, Wang Jue stood in the middle of the nine coffins of different shapes, looking up at the night sky. His face was calm, there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, and he still held the black rattan in his hand.

Not far behind him, Amu stood respectfully, his eyes peeking at the rattan from time to time.

Today, Amu thinks that he is doing well, and according to the usual practice, he has just been beaten by rattan during the day, and the wound has not healed yet, so he should not be beaten again, but he doesn't know what the master asked him to do here in the middle of the night.

Looking at the swarthy rattan in the moonlight, Amu really felt a chill in his back, and the wound seemed to be faintly painful.

The king was silent, Amu was silent, and everything was silent for a while.

At this time, Wang Jue's brows moved slightly, he retracted his gaze, and glanced at the broken nine coffins in the courtyard, his eyes flickering slightly.

The shape of the nine coffins was reflected one by one in Wang Jue's seemingly somewhat cloudy eyes.

"Nine coffins, nine coffins?" Wang Jue muttered, and then sighed.

Amu listened to Wang Jue's whispering, and couldn't help but glance at the nine coffins.

Amu knew that the master's almost divine skill in making a coffin was Amu's own means of making a coffin, and he dared to say that no one in the north could reach it, let alone the master.

But Amu has always wondered why there are nine coffins in the backyard, and in Amu's memory, since he arrived here, these nine coffins have been parked here and have never moved.

For more than ten years, the wind and sun have been blowing, rain and snow falling, but the appearance of these nine coffins has not changed at all, and the dust is not clean. On weekdays, Amu and Yu'er are not allowed to come to the backyard casually, and they can only enter if summoned by Wang Jue. And most of Wang Jue's weekdays is spent in this backyard in front of these nine coffins to meditate.

These nine remnants of the coffin are a mystery, and they seem to affect all of Wang Jue's thoughts.

Once, Amu asked Wang Jue why he didn't repair the nine coffins, and Wang Jue actually smiled bitterly and said that he couldn't repair the nine coffins by himself, so Amu didn't ask more. This really surprised Amu, there are still coffins in the world that the master can't repair?

Amu knew this mystery, and when the master wanted to say it, he would naturally say it.

"Amu!" Wang Jue said suddenly, interrupting Amu's thoughts.

"The apprentice is here!" Amu said busily.

Looking at Wang Jue's back, Amu suddenly felt that the master tonight was a little different, his back seemed to be less hunched, and his voice was no longer so old.

The backyard of the Wang family is still surrounded by nine coffins, but the feeling is different tonight, but Amu is still a little apprehensive when he looks at the rattan.

As if knowing Amu's heart, Wang Jue turned around and said in a calm voice: "Master won't beat you today!"

"Uh!" Amu's face flushed, and at the same time, he felt that the master's eyes had actually swept away the cloudiness of the past, becoming clear as water, bright as stars, and his face seemed to be less old.

"It's been twelve years, Amu, everything you have done, you are very satisfied with the teacher!" Wang Jue stared at Amu with a smile on his face and said slowly.

"Thank you Master for your nurturing and teaching!" Wang Jue's tone was completely different from usual, for twelve years, Wang Jue basically had a blank face on Amu, speaking coldly, at this time listening to Master's tone, Amu couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, in fact, Amu knew that Master loved himself no less than Yu'er.

Looking at the rattan in his hand, and then at Amu, Wang Jue sighed and said slowly: "Ten years of body refining, you know the taste of it, and understand the master's good intentions, it is really rare!

"Cultivating immortals?" Amu was slightly stunned. Cultivating immortals, it's not that Amu hasn't heard of it, it's just that Wang Jue asked too suddenly.

Swallowing clouds and spitting fog, the sword driving the rainbow, traveling too empty, immortal and immortal, who doesn't want to?

"Amu willing!" Amu replied.

"The road to cultivating immortals is long, and it may be a hundred years or a thousand years of penance, and it will eventually be a mirror and a void, can you still wish? And if you come to my door, I am afraid that you will take over the eternal responsibility of the master in the future, nine deaths and a lifetime, and countless fetters, can you still wish?" Wang Jue looked at Amu, his eyes were as cold as usual.

"Amu is willing!" Amu didn't hesitate at all.

"Oh?" Amu replied so simply, to the surprise of Wang Jue, "why do you wish?"

"If there is an end to life, there is no escape from the word nothingness, so why should we scruple about it? In a lifetime, a lifetime of grass and trees, Amu voluntarily crisscrosses the world, travels too empty, and does not waste this life! Eternal responsibility, if the master wishes, Amu wills! Twelve years of nurturing and teaching, Amu regards the master as a father, don't say that there is still a life after nine deaths, it is a catastrophe, why not?"

Reincarnated and reborn, Amu's thoughts are naturally different from those of the laity, since he is reborn in a lifetime, Amu naturally should not be wasted.

The master has practiced for him for ten years, cultivated him painstakingly, and has a deep affection for master and apprentice. The master can make a fairy coffin, and the king of the north and south of the town must also deign to each other, he must be a hidden immortal, and with Amu's understanding of the master, the master king is definitely a big husband who stands up to the sky and the earth, and there must be a reason for the calm of this little willow.

The eternal responsibility, the master bears it, how can he not dare to take on it?

Wang's question aroused Amu's nature, so he answered with great sincerity and majesty.

Hearing Amu answer like this, Wang Jue was stunned for a while.

"Haha!" Wang Jue looked at Amu Liangjiu and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, but there was sadness and joy in this laughter, there was comfort, there was helplessness, and there were more vicissitudes of ancient times.

"Good boy, you can see it so clearly. My king will never be like this, and he will not be reincarnated in vain! The heavens will not live up to me! The heavens will not live up to me! The sea will not live up to me!

Wang Jue, who has always been bitter and cold, showed a bit of madness, and tears actually appeared in his eyes.

Amu couldn't help but think to himself: "I'm afraid this madness is Master's true temperament! Heaven does not live up to me! Canghai does not live up to me! What kind of secret does Master have? What is Canghai?"

After a while, Wang Jue calmed down and said, "Amu, you are very pleased to be a teacher!"

Then Wang Jue stroked the black rattan in his hand, and with a shake of his hand, the black rattan turned into a black light and fell directly into Amu's hand.

"This rattan has been with me for countless years. Today, this rattan has been given to you by the teacher, and you will no longer have to suffer from the scourging. "The king said.

It has been ten years since he was beaten at the age of five, and this is the first time that Amu has held the rattan in his hand. Ten years of coercion, Amu was a little dizzy when he looked at this rattan.

I always thought that this black rattan was murderous and must be as cold as ice, but I didn't expect that in my hand, this rattan was as warm as jade, which made people feel warm. And it is neither wood nor iron, neither gold nor jade, it is as black as ink, but Amu can't tell what material it is, but it is by no means a real rattan, just a similar shape.

"Master!" Amu held the rattan in both hands, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and knelt down and said, "Ten years of refining the body, Amu is as good as food! Amu is willing to suffer for another ten years." ”

"Haha!" Wang Jue was even more relieved after listening to Amu's words, and couldn't help but say daxiao, and then looked around at the broken nine coffins, but there was a little more loneliness in his eyes.

"Ten years of refining your body, your immortal bones have been completed, everything is enough! Master has more important things for you. ”