At night, the moonlight is like water. The whole willow is quiet and peaceful, and the lights of the Wang family are also turned off early.

However, in the backyard of the Wang family, Wang Jue stood in the middle of the nine-mouth coffin with his hands behind his back, looking up at the night sky. His face was calm, and there was no sadness and joy in his eyes, and he was still holding the shiny black vine in his hand.

Not far behind him, Amu stood respectfully, his eyes stole the vine from time to time.

Today, Amu thought he was doing well, and as usual, he had just been hit by a vine during the day and his wound had not healed. He wouldn't have been hit again. He just didn't know what his master asked him to come here for in the middle of the night.

Looking at the dark vines under the moonlight, Amu really felt a little cold on his back and his wound seemed to hurt slightly.

The king never spoke, Amu didn't speak, and for a moment everything was silent.

At this time, Wang Jue's brows moved slightly, he withdrew his gaze, and glanced at the broken nine-mouth coffin in the yard, his eyes flashed slightly.

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

"Nine coffins! Nine coffins?" Wang Jue murmured, then sighed.

Amu couldn't help but scan the nine-mouth coffin as he heard Wang Jue whispering.

Amu knew that Master was almost a magical skill in making coffins, even if Amu’s own method of making coffins, he dared to say that no one could reach the North, let alone Master.

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

For more than ten years, the wind and sun are blowing, rain and snow are falling, but the appearance of these nine coffins remains unchanged and is spotless. On weekdays, Amu and Yu'er are not allowed to come to the backyard casually, and only by Wang Jue summoning can you enter. Wang Jue spent most of his weekdays contemplating in the backyard.

These nine broken coffins are a mystery, which seems to touch all Wang Jue's thoughts.

Once, Amu asked Wang Jue why he didn't repair the nine coffins. Wang Jue actually smiled bitterly and said that he could not do it himself to repair the nine-mouthed coffins, so he didn't ask too much. This really surprised Amu. There is still a coffin that his master could not repair? Since then, he has never asked about this again.

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

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

"I'm here!" Amu hurriedly bowed.

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

The Wang family's backyard is still surrounded by nine coffins, but the feeling is different tonight. However, Amu was still a little worried when he looked at the rattan.

As if he knew Amu's heart, Wang Jue turned around and said calmly: "Master won't hit you today!"

"Uh!" Amu's face turned red, and at the same time he felt that his master's eyes had swept away the turbidity of the past, becoming as clear as water, as bright as stars, and his face seemed not so old.

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

"Thank you for your kindness in raising and teachings!" Wang Jue's tone was completely different from usual. Wang Jue had basically faced Amu and spoke coldly. At this time, when he heard his master's tone, Amu couldn't help but feel aroused. In fact, Amu knew that his master loved him no less than Yu Yu'er.

After looking at the vines in his hand, he looked at Amu again. Wang Jue sighed and said slowly: "You have been deeply aware of the taste of it for ten years and understand that Master's good intentions are really rare! Amu, I ask you, do you want to cultivate immortality?"

"Cultivating immortals?" Amu was stunned for a moment. It was not that Amu had never heard of cultivating immortals, but Wang Jue asked too suddenly.

Swallowing clouds and spitting mist, driving swords and rainbows, traveling in the vast void, immortality, who doesn’t want to?

"Amu is willing!" Amu replied.

"The road to cultivation of immortality is long, and it may be hard for a hundred years or a thousand years. It will eventually be a mirror and a moon, and a vain. Can you fulfill your wish? And when you come into our school, you may have to take over the eternal task of the master in the future. You will die for a lifetime and have countless bonds. Can you fulfill your wish?" Wang Jue looked at Amu, his eyes as cold as usual.

"Amu is willing!" Amu did not hesitate at all.

"Oh?" Amu's answer was so straightforward, which was beyond Wang Jue's expectations, "Why fulfill his wish?"

"If life has an end, you can't escape the word "empty". Why should you worry about it? In life, the grass and trees are in autumn. Amu voluntarily roam the world and travel in the vast world, so that this life will not be in vain! The great task of eternal responsibilities, if it is what the master wants, Amu will do it! After twelve years of raising and teaching, Amu regards his master as his father. Not to mention that he has a lifetime of death, even if he is doomed, why don't he be willing?"

When reincarnation and rebirth, Amu's ideas are naturally different from ordinary people. Since he is reborn for a lifetime, Amu will naturally not waste it.

The master has been practicing his body for ten years, cultivating it hard, and has a deep affection for his master and disciple. The master can make an immortal coffin, and the king of the northern kingdom must be condescending to seek it. He must be an immortal in the hidden world. Moreover, based on Amu's understanding of his master, the master is a true man who stands tall and upright, and there must be a reason for living in this little willow to calm down.

How dare you not take responsibility for the master if you take responsibility for it forever?

What Wang Jue asked aroused Amu's nature, so he answered this with a very sincere and magnificent atmosphere.

After hearing Amu's answer, Wang Jue was stunned for a moment.

"Hahaha!" Wang Jue looked at Amu Liang for a long time and suddenly laughed wildly, but there were sadness and joy, comfort, helplessness, and even the vicissitudes of ancient times.

"Good boy, he can see so clearly. My king is so arrogant that he will not be reincarnated! God will not let me down! God will not let me down! The vast ocean will not let me down!

Wang Jue, who had always been cold, showed a bit of crazy appearance, and tears appeared in his eyes.

Amu couldn't help but think: "This crazy attitude is the true nature of Master! God will not let me down! Canghai will not let me down! What kind of secret is Master? What is Canghai?"

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

Then Wang Jue stroked the black vine in his hand, shook his hand, and the black vine turned into a black light and fell directly into Amu's hand.

"This vine has been with me for countless years. Today, this vine is given to you by my master, and you will never have to suffer the pain of whipping again." Wang Jue said.

It has been ten years since he was five years old. This is the first time that Amu has held the vine in his hand. After ten years of pressure, Amu is a little dazed when he looks at the vine.

I always thought that the black vine was full of murderous aura and must be as cold as ice, but I didn't expect that when I held it in my hand, the vine was as warm as jade, making people feel warm. Moreover, it was neither wood nor iron, neither gold nor jade, and as dark as ink. But Amu couldn't tell what material it was, but it was definitely not a real vine, it was just a similar shape.

"Master!" Amu held the vine in both hands and said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in his heart, and kneeled down and said, "Ten years of body refining, Amu is as sweet as he can! Amu has fulfilled his wish for another ten years."

"Haha!" Wang Jue was even more relieved after hearing Amu's words, and couldn't help laughing loudly. Then he looked around the broken nine coffins, but there was a little more loneliness in his eyes.
Chapter completed!