nine coffins

Chapter 8 Brother, wait for me to come back
At this time, Amu followed Wang Jue's gaze, and saw the endless sky, deep and lofty. As for what Wang Jue whispered softly, Amu didn't quite understand.

But this night, Amu knew that his fate was about to turn.

At this moment, Amu suddenly felt sporadic snowflakes flying down in the void, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

At this time, it was the beginning of autumn, and the moon was shining brightly, why was it snowing?How did the weather change like this?
"The person who picked you up is here! The Northern Cold Sect, the three great immortal sects of the Northern Wilderness." Wang Jue said indifferently.

Amu raised his head to watch, and saw a middle-aged man in white clothes crossing the sky, stepping on the moon, above the sky.

The white-clothed man's face was like a beautiful jade, with a black beard hanging from his forehead, his eyes were clear, his spirit was high, and he was indescribably chic and elegant.

The most peculiar thing is that three glittering and translucent and shining things that look like huge snowflakes are flying up and down around the man in white, and they are covered by Taos of brilliance.

"Immortal?" Amu was startled, stepping on the moon and snow, crossing the void, how could he not be an immortal?
Although Amu knew that his master was by no means an ordinary person, it was the first time for him to see a real monk flying through the air.

Seeing Amu's surprised expression, Wang Jue just said indifferently: "General monks in the Sea Desolate Shenzhou are divided into three realms: cultivation, spirit, and soul. They can be divided into six realms: initial cultivation, fixed cultivation, supreme spirit, spiritual sage, cultivation of soul, and scattered soul. Level. That snow-like thing is nothing more than a strange appearance of a low-level spiritual monk!"

Amu didn't know what the six levels of the three realms represented, so he could only nod slightly.

However, if the monks on the sea wasteland heard these words, they would probably be so angry that they would vomit blood.If the spiritual monks who have cultivated different phases do not enter the stream, then there will be no stream-entering monks in the entire Sea Desolate China.

While the two were talking, the white-clothed man had already landed in the Wang family's backyard, and at the same time, the snow light had scattered from his body.

But it was still the case, Amu still felt the biting cold air go straight into his body, if it wasn't for Amu's foundation of ten years of body training, he would have already trembled all over his body.

After the man in white fell down, he saw that Amu's expression was normal, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Then he hurriedly bowed deeply to Wang Jue, and said respectfully: "Beihan Zonghan Qianli pays respects to senior!"

Wang Jue glanced at Han Qianli indifferently, and couldn't help but frowned and said, "The first level of a spiritual sage? Your speed is also called cultivation? The Northern Cold School is no longer as powerful as it used to be."

"Huh?" Han Qianli blushed and lowered her head, and said in a coy voice, "This junior is dull, and because he has a lot of family affairs, he is a bit lazy. Let senior down."

After hearing this, Wang Jue was noncommittal, changed the subject, and then said in a slower tone: "I haven't seen you in 30 years, thank you for your hard work!"

When Han Qianli heard this, he hurriedly bowed and bowed again, and said in a panicked voice: "Senior's words are frustrating to the younger, and the things that the seniors ordered have not made any progress for thousands of miles, and they really failed the seniors' entrustment!"

Wang Jue shook his head and sighed: "That matter is too vague, and it is reasonable that you have no merit. If you hear something in the future, you can send a message to me. I asked you to come today because I have another matter for you !"

"As entrusted by the senior, the junior will not hesitate to die!" Han Qianli said.

Wang Jue nodded slightly and said, "The day after tomorrow I will leave Liuzhen and go to Baicheng, the imperial capital of the Northern Kingdom."

"Oh?" Han Qianli seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still said: "Senior has been in Liuzhen for decades, and has never left half a step. Why are you going to Baicheng in the northern country now?"

"Quiet and want to move!" Wang Jue smiled wryly, paused, and said, "I am a mortal, and I have my own sufferings. The king of Beiguo Zhennan condescended to ask for a coffin. Since I am a citizen of the Beiguo, I have no choice but to go with the Beiguo. "

When Han Qianli heard this, he hurriedly said: "Senior, you are just joking. If you can win the immortals, how can the King of the South of the Little Beiguo invite you to be the leader? If it is inconvenient for you, Senior, as long as you nod, one person from a thousand miles can destroy the Northern Kingdom. The Great Murong Dynasty that the Northern Kingdom is attached to, our Northern Cold Sect can also destroy it."

Wang Jue was noncommittal when he heard this, but just smiled lightly and said, "What a mortal can overcome the immortal! Your verbal kung fu has improved faster than your cultivation level."

Han Qianli couldn't help laughing when he heard it, it was really not easy to get Wang Jue's seemingly appreciative words.

And the conversation between the two left Amu dumbfounded.

Who is this Han Qianli?Amu's past life was also quite crazy, killing people without blinking an eye, and there were not a few people who died in Amu's hands, but the madness of the past was nothing compared to Han Qianli.

Destroy the North Country alone?You must know that the King of the South of Beiguo Town has millions of armors, and he is so powerful in the Northern Wilderness.That's not counting, but he even said that the Great Murong Dynasty was destroyed.In Amu's impression, the Northern Kingdom is a subsidiary state of the Great Murong Dynasty in the Cold Desolation, but even the Northern Kingdom is extremely powerful.Not to mention the Great Murong Dynasty that ruled nearly one-third of the Northern Wilderness Continent.Legend has it that the Great Murong Dynasty was an immortal dynasty guarded by immortal cultivators.

This was almost crazy, but Han Qianli said this as usual, with a very natural expression, and Wang Jue didn't feel any surprise, which made Amu even more dumbfounded.

At this time, Wang Jue said again: "There is no need to hide it from you. I have some news about the 'ghost coffin'. I don't know if it is true or not. I just need to verify it!"

Wang Jue's tone was flat, but Han Qianli was shocked when he heard the word 'ghost coffin', and was speechless for a long time.

a long time.

"This junior is talking too much!" Han Qianli wiped his forehead with his hand, and said these words abruptly.

"No problem!" Wang Jue looked at Han Qianli intently. Although Wang Jue's eyes could be said to be dull, Han Qianli still dared not look him down.

Amu was secretly surprised, remembering that his master had just told him about the devil's coffin. The "magic coffin" and the "ghost coffin" are probably both of the same nine coffins. taboo.

"In the past few decades, I will remember how hard you have worked!" Wang Jue said coldly.

"Don't dare! The senior has shown kindness to the younger generation, even if it takes the younger generation's life, it should be done. You can't repay the senior's kindness for what the younger generation did!" Han Qianli spoke sincerely.

Wang Jue nodded again, and then explained why Han Qianli came here.

"Tonight, I want you to bring someone to the Northern Cold Sect to practice!"

"Oh? I don't know who it is?" Han Qianli was a little surprised.

"My disciple, Amu!" Wang Jue pointed at Amu.

Amu bowed to Han Qianli and said, "I have seen Senior Han!"

Han Qianli was taken aback, and clasped his fists at Amu, most likely because of Wang Jue's face, otherwise, how could Han Qianli clasped his fists at a mortal, and then said to Wang Jue, "Your disciple, Amu?"

"What? Can't I have disciples?" Wang Jue smiled strangely.

"Eh? Of course not. I just thought that little brother Amu has been so lucky to be favored by seniors." Han Qianli sighed slightly, as if he was quite envious of Amu.

"I'm an ordinary man, so what I can teach him is nothing more than some coffin-making skills. I'm going to Baicheng, the northern country, and I don't know when I will come back. I want Amu to worship under your Beihan sect to practice. What do you think?"

"Worship to my Northern Cold Sect?" The white-clothed man hesitated for a moment, "A senior's disciple worships to our Sect, is it likely that his status will be humiliated?"

"Hehe!" Wang Jue smiled, "Amu is just a mortal now, and letting him join your Northern Cold Sect is just to lead him into the avenue of practice. This is a child I picked up in the snow. I have raised it for more than ten years and learned some things. The ability to make a coffin! I don’t know anything else, you don’t have to worry about anything, you can join your Northern Cold Sect as an ordinary disciple! It can also be regarded as a ray of fate that I bestow on you the Northern Cold Sect and my disciples! deficit."

When Han Qianli heard this, he hurriedly bowed to thank him and said: "In that case, thank you, senior!"

Only Han Qianli knows what Wang Jue's disciple means, so it's no wonder he isn't excited.

"Then when will the junior bring Amu back to the mountain? Does the senior have any other orders?" Han Qianli asked again.

"Leave in a while. If one day, I don't send you a letter, then let him beat you before going down the mountain! Do you understand?" Wang Jue looked at Han Qianli and said.

"Better than me?" Han Qianli couldn't help being stunned, thinking that he could be a cultivator at the spiritual level, and he was also an absolute master when looking at Beihuang.

"Why, can the person I fancy beat you?" Wang Jue asked with a half-smile.

Han Qianli smiled wryly and said: "The person recommended by the senior is not as good as Qianli. Qianli is just a little strange, because he must win Qianli before he can go down the mountain?"

"Even a junior immortal cultivator like you can't win, how can you walk in the deserted land?"

"..." Han Qianli was speechless.

If Wang Jue's words were heard by the monks on the sea wasteland, they probably wouldn't have to vomit blood, they would just be reincarnated with anger.

The junior level of Lingsheng is a low-level immortal cultivator, so how can it be embarrassing for such immortal cultivators as beginners, fixed cultivators, and Zhiling? According to this statement, aren't they even worse than mortal children?That is the initial stage of the Holy Spirit!

"Senior, don't worry!" Han Qianli smiled wryly after a while.

Wang Jue nodded slightly, don't look at his sarcastic remarks to Han Qianli from time to time, but if he didn't worry about Han Qianli, he would never call him here.

At this time, Wang Jue looked at Amu again, then lightly touched Amu's shoulder and said. "Amu, let him go."

"Master?" Amu couldn't help calling out, and had to leave immediately, "Master, what should I do with Yu'er?"

Everything happened so suddenly tonight, Amu was a little overwhelmed, and only then did he think of Yu'er.

"Yu'er will be by my side! You don't have to ask!" As if unwilling to say more about Yu'er, Wang Jue waved his hand to Amu.

"Take him away!" Wang Jue said coldly.

Han Qianli nodded, and then bowed deeply to Wang Jue.

Knowing that Master's decision could never be changed, Amu knelt on the ground respectfully, remembering the past 12 years, as if it was yesterday.The corners of Amu's eyes were filled with tears.

After kowtowing three times to Wang Jue, Amu looked at Yu'er's room again.In fact, he really wanted to see Yu'er again, Wang Jue and Yu'er were his only two relatives in this world, but he knew that Master would not allow it.

"There is cause and effect in the dark! The road is vast, and the practice is endless. Remember, you have achieved something in your cultivation, and it is the day when you and I will meet again."

These were Wang Jue's last words that Amu soared into the sky with Han Qianli.

"Amu is here, and the Northern Cold Sect is here! Amu has something to do, and the Northern Cold Sect's thousands of years of inheritance will disappear in the Sea Desolate Divine Land!" These were Wang Jue's last faint words that came from Han Qianli's ear.

Accompanied by the three snow-like objects, Han Qianli and Amu gradually disappeared into the moonlit night.

Wang Jue was alone in the courtyard of the Wang family, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up to the sky, seeing no sorrow or joy.

At some point, a red girl stood quietly behind Wang Jue, with tears glinting in those deep eyes.

"Can you still see him?" Wang Jue asked suddenly.

"En!" Yu'er nodded and replied, the color in her eyes was quite strange, actually emitting a faint purple brilliance, which was quite different from usual.

"Brother must go?"

"You must go! The trip to the northern kingdom is extremely dangerous. The body of the nine yins will come to the world, and the ghost coffin will reappear in the sea wasteland. One of the two will stir up the entire sea wasteland world. The catastrophe is approaching. Dad left Amu in Beihan. The best choice." Wang Jue said slowly.

"However, if everything goes well and you and I can really subdue the ghost coffin, then the day we meet Amu will not be too far away." As if to comfort Yu'er, Wang Jue said one more sentence.

After hearing Wang Jue's words, Yu'er remained silent, but just played with a string of rosary beads in her hand, which Amu made for her with agarwood for her 12th birthday.

"Don't look any further, or you'll hurt your eyes, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Wang Jue said helplessly.

"Look at it for a while!" Tears hung on her extremely beautiful face, Yu'er's eyes glowed with a strange brilliance, she bit her lower lip tightly, and looked at the moon.

"Brother, wait for me to come back."

(End of this chapter)