The boat girl's expression was ferocious, and a few tears of blood flowed from her old face.
Just when Yang Paner's expression was dull, she waved her sleeves, and the blood-red long sleeves instantly rolled towards her like a ghost.
Shen Yu didn't even raise his eyelids, as if the battle in front of him had nothing to do with him.
Yang Pan'er suddenly woke up, bit her lip tightly, held a long sword in her hand, and struck down without hesitation.
boom!
The Qingxuan Sword was like a green rainbow. As soon as the two long blood-red sleeves came into contact with the long sword, they were cut into two pieces and the ghost energy collapsed.
Although Yang Pan'er had only just mastered the natal sword, and even the sword moves she used were not even in order, she could fight with the boat girl by relying closely on the Qingxuan sword itself.
Shen Yu looked calm.
These ghost cultivators hide their bodies and rely on yin energy to practice. They may be very high in terms of realm, and their methods cannot be said to be feminine and ruthless, but compared to sword cultivators, they are still a little behind.
This is also the real reason why sword cultivators have led the wave of spiritual desolation for thousands of years.
One sword can break all laws, which is not some unrealistic praise.
It was the last words of those who had been killed by Jianxiu's natal sword for countless years.
That woman practiced the ghost way and practiced with corpse energy, so she was already on the wrong path. When she encountered Yang Pan'er's Qingxuan Sword, even though she was at a high level, Ye Hui was ultimately defeated.
However, Yang Pan'er in the middle of the field couldn't think of this.
Her expression was solemn, and her fingers kept changing the sword techniques. Qingxuan drew bright sword energy in the air, firmly suppressing the ghost cultivator.
Finally, with a loud shout, the Qingxuan Sword stabbed the boat girl in the heart, and then nailed the old woman to the wall of the boat.
Yang Pan'er lost her fear and walked straight to kill her name with a sword.
"If you kill me, the souls of the hundreds of mortals who died will disappear forever, and there will no longer be any possibility of reincarnation."
The old woman laughed ferociously and said coldly.
Yang Pan'er stopped about to stab her and looked at Shen Yu subconsciously.
The latter just looked at the green mountains on both sides of the Qu River quietly, wandering thousands of miles away.
"Do you think you are doing justice for heaven? Or are you upholding justice? What a joke, if you kill me, you are killing those mortals. What I kill is their bodies, and what you kill is indeed their souls. Both of them What’s the difference?”
The old woman was still laughing non-stop, not caring about life or death.
Yang Pan'er's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and her eyes were confused.
The ghost cultivator, who had nearly been pierced through the heart by the Qingxuan Sword, smiled even more ghostly at this moment, and said sternly: "We can't tell the difference between humans and ghosts, so what if you do this..."
next moment.
The ghost energy on her suddenly burst out, and Yang Pan'er was only a foot away from her. His originally indifferent eyes suddenly burst out with endless ferocious aura, and he rushed towards her like a beast.
If she was caught, based on Yang Pan'er's experience, there would be no way to escape.
However, her body suddenly fell in mid-air without any warning, and there was endless confusion and shock on her old face.
The Qingxuan Sword cut off her head. This time, despite her supernatural powers, she no longer had any breath of life after the head was separated.
Yang Pan'er lowered her head and loosened the fingers that were holding the sword skills.
The boat girl fell to the ground and turned into a pale skeleton.
When Shen Yu saw this scene, his brows moved slightly, and there was an unprecedented look of surprise in his eyes.
"You already knew that, right?"
Yang Pan'er said softly: "That woman used the souls of hundreds of mortals as a pledge so that she could walk in the world without fear. The people in the academy knew about it and did not dare to kill her. When I found out, it was already too late."
Shen Yu nodded and said: "The ghost cultivators have been eliminated. No mortal will die here anymore. You have done a good job."
Shen Yu rarely praises a person, whether it is Qingshan, the two young men and women in Wanliu City, or Yang Liu, but he also has some praise for Yang Paner's ability to establish the sword in a short period of time.
But Yang Paner is not
How happy, asked indifferently: "Is this the choice you want me to make?"
Shen Yu looked at her and said nothing.
"These mortals lived a life of poverty, and for some reason they became the corpse trainers of the pair of ghost cultivators. At first, killing those corpse trainers was just a matter of killing a few walking zombies, but killing her meant killing their souls. Their souls If you don't enter reincarnation, you will never have the chance to be reincarnated. This is also a kind of murder."
She raised her head and asked calmly: "Killing evil means punishing good. In your eyes, there is never right and wrong between good and evil?"
Shen Yu thought for a while and said honestly: "Right and wrong, good and evil, have never been defined. If you look at the concrete from a superficial perspective, you will have another understanding."
There was no explanation at all in his words, and he was extremely cold and stern.
Yang Pan'er clenched her fists, turned and left.
Shen Yu didn't speak, just looked at the green mountains in the distance quietly.
After a long time, Zhao Ji walked over gently.
"Young Master is doing this because he hopes that the young lady will have good and evil intentions and not be imprisoned by moral shackles, right." Zhao Ji stood quietly behind Shen Yu.
Shen Yu said softly: "No one can accurately define good and evil, right and wrong. Her original intention was to save those wronged souls, but she couldn't do it without killing the ghost cultivator. Good and evil will always coexist in life and death."
Zhao Ji was a little puzzled, but she quickly understood and sighed: "Young lady has just entered the practice, and the world of immortality is measured by mortal moral standards. This is inherently limited. There are ever-changing practitioners, who can be a truly good person, or A real bad guy."
Shen Yu smiled and said easily: "She has recognized the reality clearly, and her understanding of this world of practice has become much deeper. Along the way, she may encounter more truths that she cannot understand, but in the end, she also That sword struck out."
Zhao Ji asked curiously: "Is the heart of the sword already established?"
"No."
Shen Yu looked at the green mountains in the distance and said softly: "It is not so simple to cultivate the sword and establish the heart, but it can be said that she already has a code of conduct of her own."
Zhao Ji was silent for a moment, thought of something, and said, "If I learn to sword, will Young Master teach me?"
Shen Yu shook his head slightly and said directly: "That is not your way. It is useless to force it."
Zhao Ji gave him a resentful look and said, "I heard that a certain female swordsman from Kunlun followed you for her first sword practice, and the lady was also lucky enough to practice with you. Although I am a fox demon, I have not done anything harmful to nature. , even if you learn the sword, you won’t have the chance to return to the demon realm.”
"That's not the reason."
Shen Yu looked at the river and said calmly: "In Dao practice, I have never cared about race distinctions. You can't learn swords because your Dao is different. Forcibly practicing will only make your realm of cultivation regress. As a monster, If your realm regresses, that is when your blood energy declines, the four fox tails may not be able to keep you alive until the natural disaster comes."
Zhao Ji was silent.
For a long time, she looked at the lonely woman in the distance, and an emotion arose in her heart.
Humans and monsters.
Is it really impossible to coexist?
"Today is the annual meeting of my work unit. I drank a little too much, so I only have one chapter. I'm really sorry."
