With the script in hand, attack the villain Xianzun

Chapter 19 Proving the Way by Killing
Before Hua Wanzhao realized what was going on, she heard Nan Xing's weak voice: "My lord, could it be that the things in this village are not clean?"

Liu Chengshu is a scholar, his body is not as good as that of Nan Xing, a school boy who has been doing odd jobs all year round, he is so painful that his pajamas are drenched in cold sweat.

At this time, there was a roar from the next door: "These unscrupulous people dare to poison!"

Then came one moan after another.

"Liu Chengshu!"

Hua Wanzhao floated to Liu Chengshu's side, but she couldn't do anything now, she was just a touch of spiritual consciousness trapped by the illusion, she knew their ending but was powerless.

She floated out again to check on the caravan.

The situation was not optimistic. Although the caravan was wary of the villagers' food, they did not refuse the hot water brought by the villagers. The entire caravan was poisoned.

The poison took place very quickly, and when Hua Wanzhao returned to Liu Chengshu's room, Liu Chengshu and Nan Xing were already foaming at the mouth.

As he was dying, Liu Chengshu opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't say anything.

Liu Chengshu's pupils slowly dilated until he swallowed his last breath.

Next, Hua Wanzhao saw how the village chief arranged for people to sink the caravan's corpse into the lake, and how he shared the loot with the villagers.

These people only have bright eyes when they see money, and they don't feel guilty about killing people and looting money at all.

"Excuse me, Fairy, are these people eligible to be forgiven?"

A deep voice sounded, and then a cloud of black air floated in front of Hua Wanzhao's eyes, and gradually condensed and formed under Hua Wanzhao's surprised eyes.

"Liu Chengshu?"

"I'm right here." Liu Chengshu bowed his hands.

Hua Wanzhao didn't know what to say.

She has been possessed by this person for so long, knowing that Liu Chengshu is a good reader, if he hadn't died in Anping Village, there is a high probability that he would have survived the autumn.There is also a mother who is eagerly looking forward to, a wife who is eager to be content, and a son who is waiting to be fed. The happiness and bright future of the family are all ruined by these people who only have money in their eyes.

After a long silence, Hua Wanzhao said: "I can't answer your question. I'm afraid that kind of good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. I'm afraid it can't appease you. , Take revenge if you have revenge."

"Some time ago, an eminent monk discovered us, and he wanted to save us. He said that this life is over, that both grievances and grievances are gone, and we should not be obsessed with revenge."

"However, to repay grievances with virtue, how can we repay virtue?"

Liu Chengshu's eyes lit up: "So, Fairy doesn't think we're doing something wrong?"

"Since they planted the previous cause, they will naturally have to bear the consequences. However," Hua Wanzhao changed the subject, and her tone became harsh, "How do you ensure that your revenge is just right?"

Originally still happy for Hua Wanzhao's approval of him, Liu Chengshu was puzzled again when he heard this: "What is just right?"

Hua Wanzhao sighed: "Too light, not enough venting; too heavy, you will be stained with new karma. The monk is worried about this, so he advises you to die."

After all, they died in vain in this life, and they will more or less be compensated in the next life.

Liu Chengshu was astonished: "It turns out...is that so?"

"By the way," Hua Wanzhao asked casually, "What happened to the eminent monk you mentioned just now?"

"Dead, killed by the monster in the lake."

really……

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the grievances around him were weakened by three points.

Through the resentment, a faint golden light can be seen.

"Ask how long is the sky? What is the extreme of the earth? How happy is life? What is the pain of death? How is life? What is right? What is evil? What is love? What is wrong with life?"

This is--

Nine words sword!
The sword energy of Zhiyang Zhigang reverberated throughout the village, driving the resentment surrounding the village to a corner.

The dangxie sword and the surrounding aura fluctuations all indicate that Ning Chenhao succeeded in building the foundation just now.

Hua Wanzhao was a little relieved, it seems that although the plot has changed, the hero's performance is still very stable.

"Little master!"

As soon as the resentment disappeared, Ming Yiqian immediately found Hua Wanzhao.

After confirming that Hua Wanzhao was fine, Ming Yiqian was relieved.

Immediately thinking of the imminent swords not far away, he immediately said: "Little Master, go and stop Junior Brother Ning. We are all hurt by resentment, we can't stop him!"

As expected of the male protagonist, he can still send out such sword energy even if his companions are injured.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with the protagonist's halo, it's because she thinks too much.

"What's up with him?"

Ming Yiqian: "He wants to kill all the villagers!"

There is an unwritten rule in the world of cultivating immortals that cultivators are not allowed to harm mortals.By doing this, Ning Chenhao is undoubtedly challenging the entire world of cultivating immortals.

"Uh—" Sure enough, it was too early to worry, this slap in the face was caught off guard.

But thinking about it carefully, it's not out of the ordinary to do such a thing with Ning Chenhao's character.

He was originally a jealous person, and what the villagers in Anping Village did was simply dragging his bottom line and continuing to die crazily.

In the original book, it was because when the village was discovered to be abnormal, these villagers had already become evil spirits, so it was hard to see that Ning Chenhao still had such an extreme side.

Seeing Ming Yiqian coming with Hua Wanzhao from the corner of the eye, Ning Chenhao asked indifferently: "Little Master, are you also here to stop me? Little Master thinks these people don't deserve to die?"

Yijian Fengsha's disciple gasped when he heard Ning Chenhao's words: Although I heard that the old ancestor who hadn't gone out for hundreds of years took in a junior master, I didn't expect to be lucky enough to do the task with the junior master.

Cheng Yingying couldn't believe it.

Apart from what they knew about Li Muhan, the people at Beidousha also had some surprises.

Hua Wanzhao didn't pay attention to the reactions of those disciples, she looked at the villagers of Anping Village who were huddled together as Ning Chenhao pointed at them with a sword.

They also heard what Ning Chenhao said just now, and they knew that Hua Wanzhao was their savior, so they begged for mercy.

"Fairy, we have no other choice, it's really too poor here!"

"Hunting is not rewarding every day, and the crops on the reclaimed wasteland are not good."

"The government's taxes are so heavy, and there is nothing left after paying the taxes every year!"

Seeing that Hua Wanzhao did not speak, the villagers began to talk about their difficult life and the government's oppression.

Ning Chenhao struck the foot of the loudest person with a sword energy, and immediately everyone was as quiet as a chicken.

"So, what about Cui Shu's wife?"

Ming Yiqian frowned: Although the reasons given by those villagers seemed to him to be sophistry, what does this have to do with Cui Shu's wife?
Most of the other disciples had the same reaction.

For a long time, no one spoke.

"Speak!" Ning Chenhao shouted.

A few of the villagers lowered their heads, not daring to look at the aggressive Ning Chenhao.

A woman couldn't bear this oppressive atmosphere, and shouted: "That foxy girl did it to herself! That face looks like a restless one..."

Before the words fell, a sword light swept away, and the heads were separated.

Some timid ones were so frightened that they lost control on the spot.

"These people..." Hua Wanzhao said softly, "If judged by my view of right and wrong, death is indeed not a pity."

(End of this chapter)