No one dared to say a word to Ye Yue, the funeral was held smoothly, and the Old God Sect was justifiably restored to its status in the Northern Ye Kingdom, and those nuns who had fallen into prostitutes wept with joy when they heard the news, and they waited too long for this day, and the gods really did not abandon them.

They crowded and shoved each other, trying to get past the royal guards, wanting to see Pope Hirsie with their own eyes, she must have been sent by God to save the suffering, she must be like this...... It must be......

However......

Blades pierced through their chests, blood sprayed, severed limbs flew sideways, and Nun Street was instantly reduced to hell.

In the face of the sharp blades of the imperial guards, these women had no ability to resist, they could only watch the sharp blades stab, and they didn't even think about dodging, maybe because they couldn't dodge, or maybe because they ...... They got it......

There is too much helplessness in life, they betrayed their faith and became prostitutes, just to survive, Hersie was also helpless, she had to kill, this group of people is no longer the nuns of the Old God, they are just sinners, the Old God Church will never tolerate this kind of people, when they decide to betray God in order to live, they should have thought that there will be such a day, and the day of repayment will eventually come.

Hercy didn't pay attention, she turned around, stared at the rusty sword in the coffin, her heart was empty, there was no joy, no sadness, the goal of recovering the Old God Cult supported her to live until now, and now this goal has been achieved, her enemy, Ye Bei died without even a corpse left, his son, wife, and daughter were not spared, but I don't know why, Hercy only felt tired, she didn't even want to speak.

If Ye Bei was a little more merciful, maybe the situation of the Old God Sect would not be like this, even if she was ostracized and looked down upon coldly, she could still be a nun with peace of mind and dedicate her life to God, without thinking too much, but there are not so many ifs in the world, her life is shattered because of this, and she has been reduced to a street rat for a long time, with nothing to eat and no place to live, as if since then, there is only endless malice left in this world.

She closed her heart, no longer trusted anyone, curled up like a hedgehog, protected herself from malicious harm, and rejected all acts of kindness, but even so, she did not think of suicide, because she found the goal of living, that is, revenge, the restoration of the Old God, even if this goal seemed to be very unlikely to be achieved at the time, but as long as it existed, it was a support for the living.

The Old God Cult preaches love, kindness, not hate, revenge, the truth is very simple, everyone can say beautiful things, so why do some people inevitably make hate the theme of their lives?

The reason is also very simple, because the specific object of their love has been stripped away, destroyed, there is a huge hole in their hearts, love has become a word they cannot understand, how Hersie wishes to go back to the past, to the naïve era, when she still knew what love is, what kindness is, she longs for her loving heart to beat again, but she can't, because every time it beats, those cruel and bloody memories will turn into a sharp blade and cut it on her.

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

And now, everything is over, what should be done, what should not be done, she has done it, at this time Hercy was a little dazed, she planned to end all this, and then atone for God and pay for the sins she committed, but Zero's words made her have to continue to endure this sin and live in pain.

Many of the princes present had been to the battlefield themselves, and they had seen too many bloody scenes, but they were still chilled by the scene in front of them, how cruel this nun named Hersie must have been, to decide to slaughter these poor people who had no power to resist and were forced to become prostitutes.

In the shadow of the pillars deep in the church, Sister Sivel covered her mouth tightly, trying not to make any noise, her eyes were puzzled, dazed, but more frightened and afraid, it should not be like this......

Ye Bei's funeral was very concise, Ye Yue's performance was as perfect as ever, grief, sadness and hatred were vividly reflected in his eyes, Violet was silent on the side, many cabinet ministers also said some words of praise in a formal manner, and finally Hersie made a prayer speech and covered the coffin for burial.

Although everything went smoothly at the funeral, the atmosphere at the scene was indescribably weird, and today is far from over, less than two hours later, it will be Ye Yue's coronation ceremony, and there will be his wedding with Rosewood in the evening, just one morning's effort, this group of ministers deeply realized what it means to have a father and a son, the same unscrupulous means, the same cruelty and ruthlessness, but compared to Ye Bei, Ye Yue is more unpredictable.

......

Knowing the sea is inside.

"It's too slow, it's still too slow, how many times have I said it, don't hesitate to go out with a sword, be fast and accurate, there is no definite pattern for offense and defense, look at your instantaneous reflexes, don't be so rigid to use the sword to fight the enemy, come again!"

Xiao Shu, who taught people the way of the sword, was completely different from the usual days, and he was too harsh, but he did it for a reason, in the past, the apprentice paid attention to the natural success, if he really couldn't learn it, he couldn't help it, now it's different, he used the dancing butterfly as the sword species, 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 swordsman, Xiao Shu naturally hopes that she can quickly comprehend, one is to see if this can help her repair the soul, and the other is that he also has some selfishness in it.

It is difficult to find swords in the Void Spirit Realm, such as Nohe, Kui Yin and others, but they are only soul martial arts, and they can't let Xiao Shu go all out at all, but if it is at the level of the Four Monarchs, although it is strong, but against the enemy, it will not be of much benefit to him to understand the way of the sword, he needs an opponent, just like in the Taoist temple back then, the opponent who fully understands his swordsmanship and can force himself into death, since he can't find it, then simply cultivate one.

The killing intent in Xiao Shu's eyes was not fake, the sword was as fast as thunder, mercilessly stabbing towards the vital points around the butterfly, even without the blessing of Dan Yuan, the momentum of this sword was unstoppable.

Under the pressure of the sword intent, the fear in Butterfly's heart was infinitely magnified, her hands trembled slightly, and she wanted to raise her sword, but her hands didn't obey the call at all, not that she didn't want to block, but she really didn't know how to resist, and in an instant of hesitation, the Red Leaf Sword had already reached her throat.

Since that day Butterfly Dance was connected to her heart, she really felt Xiao Shu's state of mind and sword intent, that kind of realm, she couldn't understand, as if between heaven and earth, except for the sword, there was nothing, ruthless, loveless, no sorrow and no joy, this kind of purity made her unacceptable, unspeakably uncomfortable in her heart, and subconsciously had the idea of resisting.

"Alas, I'm a little anxious, and my state of mind can't be forced, so you can start with the most basic sword moves. ”

Xiao Shu took back the Red Leaf Sword with a gloomy expression, he had already imagined this situation, although the butterfly was miserable before, but she had experienced joy, anger and sorrow, but his sword path stood on the top of selflessness, and the most taboo was distracting thoughts, and the mood and the way of the sword are complementary to each other, indispensable, simply put, the way of the sword is like a boat, the state of mind is water, there is water without a boat, empty, there is a boat without water, it is difficult to walk.

The artistic conception cannot be forced, although the starting point of the butterfly sword path is high, but she will also encounter bottlenecks, just like the original Linglongzi stuck in Sanxuan, it is because of the state of mind, some hurdles must be stepped over by themselves, it is difficult for outsiders to help, Xiao Shu is useless no matter how anxious he is, even if the butterfly flower lasts for ten years, twenty years, or even a hundred years, he has no way, unless......

"Mood ......"

Seeing Xiao Shu's gloomy expression, Die felt unspeakably uncomfortable in her heart, she knew that she had disappointed Xiao Shu again, but she didn't have any idea what her state of mind was.

"Don't worry, I can help you improve quickly in the way of the sword, so that you can directly comprehend my sword intent, but the mood is different, different people's final perception of the state of mind is completely different, maybe it is only feelings, maybe only hate, maybe self-forgetfulness, maybe forgetfulness, it depends on itself, it is not a talent, by hard work can learn something, to put it bluntly, the state of mind specifically refers to your emotions, similar to the soul field of the virtual spirit world, love, hate, sorrow, joy, anger, resentment, etc., the state of mind is to infinitely amplify a certain emotion, suppress other emotions, the state of mind is pure, out of the sword is no hindrance, no sorrow and no joy, no surprise and no fear。 ”

Xiao Shu explained the state of mind to Butterfly very briefly, and he didn't expect Butterfly to understand and comprehend just these words, because the real state of mind cannot be described in words, only by experiencing it in person, can you feel the taste, and it is difficult to be humane with outsiders.

"Yes...... Is that so?"

Butterfly's expression became indifferent, there seemed to be a struggle in her eyes, resisting, after a while, she lost her strength, knelt down with her sword, she could actually feel it all the time, but that kind of state of mind seemed to be a bottomless abyss at a glance, she didn't even dare to take a second look, but she didn't want to see Xiao Shu disappointed.

She thought it was just a moment, she should be able to bear it, but she was wrong, the vast world, only the loneliness of herself, everything is separated from herself by a layer of invisible veil, although she can see it, but she can't feel it, she can't touch it, like a forgotten person, that feeling, quiet makes people scared, makes people crazy, completely loses the feeling of being alive, she really can't bear it.

"You...... Alas, why bother, the state of selflessness is not necessarily suitable for you, you are so forcibly realized, I am afraid that there will be a knot in your heart, let's come here today, you have a good rest. ”

"Is that how you've always felt?"

Die was still afraid in her heart, she almost collapsed in just a moment, she really couldn't imagine how Xiao Shu endured this state and survived until now.