No one dared to say no to Ye Yue. The funeral was held smoothly. The old gods legitimately restored their status in the North Ye Kingdom. Those nuns who became prostitutes cried with joy when they heard the news. After waiting for this day for too long, the God of God did not abandon them.

They hugged each other and tried to cross the imperial guards, wanting to see Pope Hessie with his own eyes. She must be the messenger sent by the God to save suffering. It must be like this...

However……

The sharp blade pierced through their chests, blood sprayed, broken limbs flew across, and the nun street instantly became hell.

Facing the sharp blade of the imperial guards, these women had no ability to resist, so they could only watch the sharp blade stabbing, and they didn't even think about hiding, perhaps because they couldn't dodge, or perhaps because... they understood...

There are too many helplessness in life. They betrayed their faith and became prostitutes. Hessie was also helpless and had to kill them. These people were no longer nuns of the Old Gods. They were just sinners. The Old Gods would never tolerate such people. When they decided to betray God in order to survive, they should have thought that there would be such a day, and the day of repayment would eventually come.

Hexi ignored it. She turned around and stared at the rusty sword in the coffin. Her heart was empty, without joy or sadness. The goal of restoring the old gods supported her to live until now. Now this goal has been achieved. Her enemy, Ye Bei, died, and not even the body left. His son, wife, and daughter were spared. But for some reason, Hexi only felt tired and she didn't even want to talk.

If Ye Bei was a little merciful, perhaps the situation of the Old God Cult would not be like this. Even if she was excluded and looked down upon by others, she could still be a nun and devote her life to the Supreme God without thinking too much. However, there were not so many ifs in the world, and her life was broken, and she became a rat crossing the street for a long time, with no food or a place to live, as if since then, there has been only endless malice left in the world.

She closed her heart and no longer trusted anyone. She curled up like a hedgehog, protecting herself from malicious harm, and rejecting all good-willed behaviors. But even so, she did not think of suicide because she found the goal to survive, which was revenge and restoration of the old gods. Even though this goal seemed to be achieved at that time, as long as it existed, it would be a support for the living.

The Old God Church advocates love, kindness, not hatred, and revenge. The reason is very simple. Everyone will say beautiful words. Then why do people inevitably make hatred the theme of their lives?

The reason is also very simple, because the specific object they love is deprived and destroyed, and a huge hole appears in their hearts. Love has become a word that they cannot understand. Hessie hopes to go back to the past and back to that naive era. At that time, she still understands what love is and what kind of kindness is. She longs for her loving heart to beat again, but she can't do it, because every time it jumps, those cruel and bloody memories will turn into sharp blades and cut them on her.

So she could only wrap a layer of ice for that heart, disguise it as hatred, and continue to move forward with a cold heart, and see what else she could do for the deceased.

Now, everything has been over, and she has done everything she should do and should not do. At this time, Hessie was a little confused. She had planned to end all this and then atone for the sins of the Supreme God and repay the sins she committed, but Zero's words forced her to continue to endure this sin and live in pain.

Many of the Dukes present had personally gone to the battlefield. They had seen too many bloody scenes, but they were still disappointed in this scene in front of them. How cruel this nun named Hexi should be to decide to massacre these poor people who were powerless and forced to become prostitutes.

Under the shadow of the pillar deep in the church, Sister Civir covered her mouth tightly, trying not to make any sound. Her eyes were confused and confused, but more were fear and fear. This should not be like this...

Ye Bei's funeral was very concise, and Ye Yue's performance was as perfect as ever. The sorrow, sadness and hatred were fully reflected in his eyes. Zi Luo remained silent on the side. Many cabinet ministers also said some praise in form. Finally, Hessie prayed and buried the coffin.

Although the funeral went smoothly, the atmosphere at the scene was indescribable, and today is far from over. In less than two hours, Ye Yue's coronation ceremony will be held. There will be his wedding with Guili in the evening. In just one morning, these ministers deeply realized what it means to be like a father, to be like a son, to be like a son, to be like a means, to be cruel and ruthless, but compared to Ye Bei, Ye Yue is more unpredictable.

...

Inside the sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's too slow, it's still too slow. How many times have I said, don't hesitate to draw a sword, be fast, accurate, and there is no fixed pattern in offense and defense. It depends on your instantaneous reaction. Don't use sword moves to fight the enemy so rigidly, come again!"

Xiao Shu, who taught swordsmanship, was completely different from the usual person, and was too harsh, but he did this for a reason. In the past, the disciples were focused on natural results, and if they really couldn't learn from him, there was no way. Now it's different. He used the butterfly as the sword seed and laid the foundation for the butterfly. No matter what the butterfly's talent is, her starting point is already higher than the end point of the mortal sword master. Xiao Shu naturally hopes that she can understand it quickly. One is to see if this can help her repair her soul. The other is that he also has some selfish thoughts.

Those who are difficult to find swords in the Void Spirit Realm, such as Noh, Kui Yin and others, are just soul-transforming martial arts, and cannot make Xiao Shu do his best. However, if he is at the level of the Four Kings, although it is strong, it will not be of great benefit to his understanding of swordsmanship. He needs an opponent, just like the opponent who fully understands his sword skills and can force him into the death realm in the Taoist temple back then, since he can't find it, he can simply cultivate one.

The murderous intent in Xiao Shu's eyes was not fake. The sword was as fast as thunder, and it stabbed the butterfly without mercy. Even without the blessing of Dan Yuan, the sword's power was still unstoppable.

Under the oppression of the sword intent, the fear in Butterfly's heart was infinitely magnified. Her hands trembled slightly, wanting to raise the sword, but her hands were completely out of control. It was not that she didn't want to block it, but she really didn't know how to resist. In an instant, the Red Leaf Sword had already pressed against her throat.

Since Tian Diewu connected her mind that she could truly feel Xiao Shu's state of mind and sword intent. She could not understand that state, as if there was nothing between heaven and earth except swordsmanship, ruthless, no love, no sorrow or joy. This purity made her unacceptable, unspeakable discomfort in her heart, and the subconscious thought of resisting arises.

"Oh, I'm a little anxious and I can't force myself. You can start with the most basic sword moves."

Xiao Shu took back the Red Leaf Sword with a sad expression. He had long imagined this situation. Although the Butterfly was miserable before, she had at least experienced joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. However, his sword art is based on selflessness. It is most taboo to have distracting thoughts in the mind, and the state of mind and the state of mind complement each other and are indispensable. Simply put, the sword art is like a boat, and the state of mind is water. There is water but no boat, empty, and there is a boat without water, which is difficult to move.

The artistic conception cannot be forced. Although the starting point of the Butterfly Sword Dao is high, she will still encounter bottlenecks. Just like Linglongzi, she was stuck in Sanxuan. Because of her mood, some hurdles must be overcome by themselves. It is difficult for outsiders to help. No matter how anxious Xiao Shu is, it is useless. Even if the Butterfly Flower lasts for ten, twenty, or even a hundred years, he has no choice unless...

"Mood..."

When Die saw Xiao Shu's expression was gloomy, she felt indescribable. She knew that she had disappointed Xiao Shu again, but she had no idea what her mood was.

"Don't be anxious. I can help you improve your sword path quickly so that you can directly understand my sword intent, but the state of mind is different. Different people's ultimate sense of mood is completely different. Maybe it's only emotion, maybe it's only hatred, maybe it's selflessness, maybe it's forgetfulness, it depends on yourself. It's not something that can be learned by talent and hard work. To put it bluntly, the state of mind specifically refers to your emotions, similar to the soul realm of the virtual world, love, hate, sorrow, joy, anger, resentment, etc. The state of mind is to infinitely amplify a certain emotion and suppress other emotions. The state of mind is pure. If you draw the sword, there is no obstacle, no sorrow, no joy, no surprise or fear."

Xiao Shu explained his state of mind to Die very briefly. He did not expect that Die could understand and understand it based on these words, because the true state of mind cannot be described in words. Only by experiencing it yourself can you feel the taste and it is difficult to tell outsiders.

"is that so?"

Butterfly's expression became cold, and there seemed to be struggle and resistance in her eyes. After a moment, she took off her strength and knelt down with a sword. She could actually feel it all the time, but the state of mind seemed to be invisible to the bottom of the abyss. She didn't even dare to take a look, but she didn't want to see Xiao Shu disappointed.

She thought that it was only a moment and she should be able to bear it, but she was wrong. The vast world, only her own sense of loneliness. Everything is separated from her by an invisible gauze. Although it can be seen, it cannot be felt or touched. It is like a forgotten person. That feeling is so quiet that it makes people scary, crazy, and completely loses the feeling of being alive. She really can't bear it.

"You...ah, why do you have to do this? Your selfless state may not be suitable for you. If you force yourself to realize it so much, you may have a knot in your heart. Let's go here first today, and you can have a good rest."

“Is this how you’ve always felt?”
Chapter completed!