As soon as Yang Erye took Yang Jian into the door, he saw countless paper figures and various funeral supplies standing on the walls on both sides.

At this time, the old square man was making a small paper figure in his hand. The little paper figure has a strange makeup painted on its face, which is especially terrifying to look at in the dim light.

"He's the kid you said he was?" The old man saw the two of them coming in, looked Yang Jian up and down, and then moved a stool to help Yang Erye sit down.

"Yes, this is the eighth son of that child." Second Master Yang took out a piece of red paper and handed it to the old man.

"Yiwei, Ding Hai, Ren Yin, Ding Wei. It is indeed the five elements of water. And the life of life is good. The old man lowered his eyes, nodded and said.

Then, the old square head looked at Yang Jian's face again, and touched his bones again. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Boy, let me tell you first, there is no turning back when you enter my business. Moreover, no matter how good your foot is, it will not cure you, and there will be a slight root cause. However, this is a good opportunity to enter this industry. The old man looked at Yang Jian and said.

When Second Master Yang heard this, he was a little surprised, and immediately asked, "This foot has sequelae, how can it be a good thing?" ”

The old man sat down and continued to be the paper figure in his hand, and said: "This is a natural disaster that causes disability, and it is accompanied by the unhappiness of the parents, and this child miraculously survived." Under normal circumstances, the child would be affected by evil spirits, which is why I said that his feet could not be cured at all. Generally speaking, we call this phenomenon a regression. This child was not born alone, and his parents were not killed by him. Then it is a natural disaster that causes people to be wronged, and generally this situation will retain a part of the evil spirit in the survivors. Usually these people are very suitable for yin and yang trading. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Er Ye and said, "This kid, it's a pity not to do this business." ”

"What a pity? It's a pity that the lives of my parents in exchange for this so-called retribution? Yang Jian couldn't stand it when he heard this, it was worse than making him feel that he was the culprit who killed his parents. According to the old man, this time it was like heaven and earth did something wrong, and the power to give back to the world happened to cheapen itself in the end.

The old man laughed when he heard this, and finally raised his eyes to look at Yang Jian: "Often this kind of natural disaster, you shouldn't be alive." You should have some adventures, don't think it's a bad thing. When you encounter more things in the future, you will know that the cycle of cause and effect in this world is very complicated. Perhaps it was the cause you made a lifetime ago that brought about the fruits of this future life. Keeping you spared. ”

Yang Erye felt Yang Jian's psychological uncalmness, hurriedly pulled him over, patted Yang Jian and said: "Actually, I don't understand any cause and effect, but it doesn't sound like a bad thing, Yang Jian, you don't have a psychological burden." If your parents know that you can now support yourself with the help of recovery, they will be reassured. You can think of this power as your parents' thoughts about you. ”

When the old man heard this, he said: "If you want to be the village head, you can speak!" ”

"Whereever, then you will take this boy as an apprentice. I know that you are capable, just let Yang Jian follow you, and you can also have something to eat. Second Master Yang smiled embarrassedly, and mentioned the matter of accepting apprentices again.

"I'm fine, it's just a matter of more pairs of chopsticks at home, the key is him? Would you like to? ”

Yang Erye looked at Yang Jian when he heard this, he understood the subconscious meaning of the old man, this is to blame himself, he didn't ask Yang Jian in advance, he made his own opinion, maybe Yang Jian was adopted by no one in Yangjia Village, maybe he could have a good family if he went somewhere else? I still think too much about myself, and I always want to solve this matter quickly and establish prestige in the village. But didn't you think that you had given Yang Jian other options?

"This time I have affected the recovery of my feet, even if I really find the person who originally intended to raise me in the future, I will be despised so much, it is better to enter this yin and yang business. At least others won't come to provoke me or bully me, that's enough, Second Grandpa Yang. Unexpectedly, Yang Jian was the one who saw it the most, he knew that Second Grandpa Yang felt guilty about himself, but from the time of the disaster to the present, he took himself to worship Lao Fangtou as a teacher, and the last thing that should blame himself is Second Grandpa Yang.

"Yes, good boy." After hearing this, the corners of Yang Erye's eyes were a little moist.

"Master Fang, I am willing to learn art with you, please accept me as an apprentice!" Saying that, Yang Jian knelt on his knees and buckled the old man's head three times.

"Very good, from now on, you will be the successor of Yang Jiayu Ferryman. But your five elements are still not fierce enough, I'll give you a stage name, and in the future, when you walk on the yin and yang paths, you will use this stage name externally. I think it's called Yuan Changliu. The old man painted red lips on the paper figure, looked at it and seemed to be satisfied, and then smiled.

"Remember." Yang Jian said.

"I also have to trouble the village chief, go to the public security to help change the household registration, our line of work, let people know that their real name is not good." As he spoke, the old man wrote the words Yuan Changliu on the paper of the paper man with the red cinnabar that painted the lips of the paper man and handed it to Yang Erye.

Yang Erye took it and told Yang Jian, oh no, now he should change his name to Yuan Changliu, and he immediately called someone to do this, saying that he left Yuan Changliu and slowly walked back alone.

"Okay, my head has been knocked over, I'll introduce you to my grandson. Accompany Jade in! The old Fang Tou called out to Fang Xiangyu outside.

Fang Baoyu didn't panic at all, and walked in very calmly. Sit on a small stool prepared by the old square.

"This will be my apprentice from now on, his name is Yuan Changliu, don't be mistaken, do you know?" The old square head pointed at Yuan Changliu and said.

"Remember, grandpa."

The old man nodded and continued: "There are many lines of yin and yang, and my vein originates from this Yangjiayu ferryman. Generations of ferrymen have been accustomed to water and can manipulate the current. Whether it is the Xuanyin water in the underworld or the rivers, lakes and seas in the yang, we can theoretically control it. As a profession that is inseparable from boats and oars, the first thing you need to do is build your own boat. ”

Yuan Changliu listened carefully and remembered, for fear of missing a little.

"The materials for this shipbuilding are on the Hutou Mountain where Yang Jiayu is back. There is a locust forest on the top of the mountain, which is the most suitable boat for our ferryman, and at midnight tonight, you and I will go up the mountain to cut down trees and build ships. The old man nodded and finally gave the order, and Yuan Changliu nodded.

"Grandpa, tonight? Just said on the radio that there is a thunderstorm here in Yangjiayu tonight. When Fang Peiyu heard that the two were going up the mountain tonight, he immediately remembered the weather forecast he heard on the radio.

"Thunderstorm? Haha, I said Yuan Changliu, you kid is really lucky! After hearing this, the old man did not change his plan, but also clapped his hands.

Fang Peiyu was even more puzzled, he tilted his head and looked at his grandfather who looked stupid.

"I have to go up the mountain tonight, I missed tonight's thunder, I don't know when the next time will be." The old square head said.

In the evening, the three of them had an early dinner, and the old man prepared the tools for cutting. Yuan Changliu held the schematic diagram of shipbuilding stuffed by the old square head into his hand and looked at it.

At about 10 o'clock in the middle of the night, it was drizzling in the sky. The old man looked at the sky and called Yuan Changliu to come out and bring a raincoat. The two wore raincoats and hats that could be illuminated, and walked to Hutou Mountain early.

Because of the inconvenience of his feet, Yuan Changliu carried his head on his back and climbed to Hutou Mountain. I only saw the mountainside of Hutou Mountain, the rain in the world was heavier, Yuan Changliu couldn't see what was going on around at all, he only felt that everywhere was a black and mushy piece, and he couldn't tell where the mountain road was and where the cliff was.

On the other hand, the old square head, although he walked slowly, did not hesitate. I didn't see him use the branches to find his way, as usual, as if the night could not affect him.

When he was about to reach the top of the mountain, the thunder began to fall, and the old man did not dare to stand under the tree, so he carried Yuan Changliu on his back to observe the situation on the top of the mountain at an exposed stone platform. I saw that the old locust tree on the top of the mountain was blown by the wind, and only the tallest one stood quietly in the thunderstorm.

"You kid, you're really lucky today!" The old square looked at the thunder that kept appearing in the sky and the locust trees in the distance and laughed.

Yuan Changliu didn't feel that he was going to be lucky, he just felt that the rain was getting heavier and heavier now.

Suddenly, a purple bolt of lightning slammed into the largest locust tree. The locust tree was on fire, but it was quickly extinguished by the rain. After the thunder and fire, the big locust tree still stood upright, but the smoke on the trunk could be faintly seen.

"Is this hacking?" The scene just now shook Yuan Changliu, and he stared blankly at the locust tree in the distance and muttered to himself.

"No, it's easy to die. But now is a good time. The old square head rushed forward violently, the speed was surprising, Yuan Changliu felt that he blinked, and he reached the bottom of the big locust tree.

"Hurry up and sawn those thick trunks. You can only do this by yourself, and it's up to you how much lightning you can get. The old square head threw Yuan Changliu a chainsaw.

Yuan Changliu didn't dare to delay, immediately got off the ground, limped under the locust tree, sat on the old man's shoulders, and began to saw the thick pole of the locust tree.

Yuan Changliu was just eight years old, and the strength of his arms was not as good as that of an adult, but at this time, with the strength of his arms, he even sawed the first trunk continuously.

"Give me the saw!" The old square man below shouted.

Yuan Changliu wasted his strength to eat milk and pulled out the chainsaw. Hand it to the old square.

I saw the old square head bite his finger and write something on the blade of the chainsaw, and after a flash of blood, the old square head threw the chainsaw to Yuan Changliu again.

Yuan Changliu held the chainsaw, and easily sawed off the first branch that was half sawed. Immediately after that, four saws were made in a row. When it was time to saw the fifth, Yuan Changliu heard a unique voice that couldn't tell the difference between a male voice and a female voice.

"It hurts! It hurts! The shrill sound made Yuan's ears begin to bleed. Yuan Changliu couldn't hear the sound at all.

"Damn, this old locust tree spirit is waking up, let's go." What the old man said, Yuan Changliu couldn't hear it at all.

But the old man didn't expect him to reply, so he carried Yuan Changliu on his shoulder, and began to run away with a thick branch in one hand.

By the time Lao Fangtou and Yuan Chang flowed to Yangjia Village, the thunderstorm had begun to lighten.

As soon as Lao Fang returned home, he threw the locust branch, put Yuan Changliu down, and lay directly on the ground, panting.

"I'm scared to death." As he spoke, the old man stroked his chest with his hand.

Yuan Changliu stood in front of the locust branch to observe these thick branches, he really couldn't imagine how much strength the old man himself had, not only to support himself, but also to carry such a thick branch on his back, running down from Hutou Mountain.