Beyond the Divine States

Simingbing's eyes trembled, her ear lobe was red like amber, and her left cheek was red and swollen. That night, she once slapped Shao Xiaoli, but it was hard to predict. Now that she became a prisoner, she gave it back to herself ten times.

Like hundreds of millions of drops of rain splashed into the boiling oil pot at the same time, the crowd under it was boiling in the crisp beating sound. They put down their fear, only felt that their liver and gallbladder were torn, and the strong emotion turned into dense slurry and spewed out, and the boiling water passed to their limbs, emitting a dizzying burning feeling.

They watched the ferocious black snake bite its tail and begin to eat its body. They also watched the girl with the most beautiful face, as in the legend, step on the sword and come to the face of the enchantress, slapping each other in the face of the lifeless.

The sound of slapping reverberated in the city. It was so joyful that no matter how enthusiastic the cheers were, it couldn't be overcome.

Originally tightly pursed red lips of Si Ming also couldn't help but send out a painful hum.

Everyone looked at the woman who lived in Xingling hall and suffered the humiliation of slapping her cheek.

"You'll regret it..." Siming clenched his teeth, and a few slight pain humed from Xiuting's nose.

Shao Xiaoli stopped slapping her hand. She looked at Siming's red cheek and twisted her wrist.

Even after a few months, she could not forget that night.

That night, she and Ning Changchang went out of the city and were intercepted in the snow gorge. They were cut all the way. They didn't know how many wounds, how much blood they had been beaten and vomited, and even vomited the fragments of their internal organs. After that, they practiced their swords hard every day, so that one day, when they faced the commander again, they would no longer be like lambs with four hooves tied.

Siming can see her hatred from her eyes, which makes Shao Xiaoli's hand tremble.

"Don't waste your time." Ning long entangled with the black feather, his figure around the golden cross, shuttling over the city, and the shadow of the black feather illusory king of sin, is like a green fly buzzing after.

"I see, boss." Shao Xiaoli answered.

She looked at the exaggerated figure of Siming quickly, raised the whip as high as a snake, and fell down with the sound of breaking the wind.

Shua!

The air broke, and a slight crackle sounded.

Then the whip fell, which implied the secret of the sword technique of Tianyu sword Sutra, and hit Siming severely.

The whip suddenly sounded, as short as a firecracker. The whip fell in front of Siming's snow skirt. Her body tightened subconsciously. Under her neck, her delicate clavicle shrunk and became more distinct. The vibration of the whip made her snow like dress shake up and down.

"You haven't been beaten seriously since you were little, have you? Yes, you were born without a mother. No wonder your upbringing is so bad. " Shao Xiaoli's face was cold, his wrist was thrown between sarcasm, and the snake's whip was raised again, swinging an exaggerated arc between their bodies.

Simang contends with each other and says: "I beat you as a lost dog that night. Now you are in power. You look ugly and ridiculous! Well, hum... "

Shao Xiaoli light way: "then I will be a mother, good discipline you this disobedient little daughter."

The shadow of the whip fell and whipped on simang's white skirt. The girl's arm waved faster and faster. In an instant, it was like the ink rain turning over the basin. The head of the whip like a snake touched on her body and walked as fast as lightning. Under the skin of the snow coat, the soft curve is constantly repeating the depression and recovery, and bouncing with the whole dress.

This scene is like the end of winter on the cold river, countless rain whipped down, fell into the river, hit waves ups and downs, spray swallow snow, the color of white constantly ups and downs, rain and snow hit each other, devour, confused together, the sound of mourning is like the ragfish crying at night under the river.

Simang is not sure how old she is, but she is jokingly called a daughter. She is also like being beaten and admonished by the family law. Her eyes are more murderous, but the frozen snow breaks and gathers in the whipping. Now she is oppressed by the nail of judgment, and her body is no different from that of a mortal woman. Although the snow white dress is the robe of Xingling hall, it can't take off too much power at the moment, She felt the real pain of her body, and the crimson red lips gave out a low murmur of pain.

"If you really can't bear it, you can call it out. Your mother will love you." Shao Xiaoli's words stimulate him. His whip is like a sword. He waves it on Siming's body one after another. Siming is nailed to the scaffold. He is forced to open his arms and can't resist.

Simang said coldly: "show off for a moment... When the time comes, the sin king will come, and none of us can escape. Now let me go, I may be able to help you!"

"You really don't remember to fight. Haven't you figured out your identity yet? You are just a humble slave. I can scold you, beat you and let anyone humiliate you. Now that you are suffering from these mild lashes, it is the boss's kindness to you. " Shao Xiaoli looked at her calmly.

Siming's body was full of pain and strange feelings. Although her white dress was a robe, many parts of it were covered with hairy silk under the fierce beating of the other party. The thin dress seemed to be torn mercilessly by the whip.

Shao Xiaoli looked at her clothes and said, "you seem to like wearing clothes very much? How many more do you always wear? "

In simang's eyes, the color of fear flashed by, but on her mouth, she said: "the highest cultivation, foreign things are trivial, how do you and other mortals understand?"

"Is it?" Shao Xiaoli askew her head and asked. She reached out her hand directly to Siming's body and fell on the hard snowdrift. She pressed her hand hard and fell into it. She grabbed it and said, "don't you really care?"

Simang's face turned pale with naked eyes. She allowed herself to be injured in the battle, but how could she be allowed to be violated like this, even if the other party was also a woman.

Siming's body shuddered, and her cold words came from under her red lips again: "how about it? Are you envious now? You are such a humble mortal. Even if you are born beautiful, you can't get close to the real perfection. If you kneel down and lick my feet on weekdays

Her slender eyebrows suddenly frowned, her toes buckled, and a bright red mark appeared on her snow feet.

"Where am I not worthy of? Daughter, talk to your mother? " Shao Xiaoli fingers hard a just, is a whiplash rain fall.

The cold river is snowing, the wind is blowing and the waves are surging.

Siming's dignity and cold pride turned into a suppressed murmur of pain, but she still slightly opened her eyes, and in the color of ice and snow that has not melted for thousands of years, she never bowed her head.

Hundreds of strokes are completed in more than ten minutes.

Siming's bare wrists were full of fine red whiplash marks, and there were many gaps in her white dress, revealing the moon lining as thin as cicada wings. Siming's cheek was redder, her head hung weakly, her eyelashes were covered, and the breath between her lips was more and more rapid but weak. She seemed to be dying.

Shao Xiaoli knows that her heart has begun to struggle and shake. She remembers Ning Changjiu's advice and further suppresses her psychology.

"You also said that when the king of sin comes, we all have to die. It's no big deal that we all die. But when will he come? An hour? One day? Or longer? During this period, I can let you bear endless insults for nothing. As I said before, this whip is just the boss's kindness to you. I really want to humiliate you. We have countless ways to play slowly. "

Shao Xiaoli pointed to the city and said to Siming with a smile, "do you see the people below? See the way they look at you now? You used to be the goddess of the clouds, they were the mud on the ground, but now? You are a sheep who can clean your clothes at will, and below you are hundreds of hungry wolves. In fact, I'm very curious. Can the perfect body of the divine officer feed all the wolves? "

"Enough!" Simang sternly interrupts, and Shao Xiaoli's rhythmic voice comes into her mind. Her fragile spirit is more like the fluttering drizzle. She doesn't understand how the dead girl became like this in just a few months. In her mind, she droops slightly, sees the shadow entangled with black feather, and thinks that it must be Baisha in Nirvana.

"Is that enough?" Shao Xiaoli said: "in the end, we all die, but we die happily, and you have to bear all kinds of humiliation. Of course, you will never get revenge. But if you agree to our terms, everything will be different. So in a sense, we're here to save you. We're your benefactor. "

Siming stares at the girl in the ink red skirt, and looks at the words coming out from her tender TANKOU. The pain coming from her body is like the cool wind coming into her bones.

"I can't be anyone's slave." The wind and snow in Siming's eyes suddenly calmed down. She seemed to have figured out something and said, "you don't have to disguise. I know that you also need me. You don't want to die, so you don't want me to die."

Shao Xiaoli frowned slightly and thought that the woman really didn't have enough time to beat. As soon as the whip stopped, it would give her time to breathe.

"If you want to be a slave, of course you don't have to die. If you insist on dying after days and nights of humiliation, I can only feel sorry." Shao Xiaoli patted her reddish cheek with a whip and said, "now we are dying. Anyway, we are all dead. The latter still has a way to live. It's up to you to decide everything."

The corner of Siming's lips suddenly aroused, and her smile was a little sad: "you humiliated me so much, and now you want me to be your sword? Do you think I'll agree? "

Shao Xiaoli shook his head and said: "I also said that this is just the beginning, at most to offset our previous enmity. Later, I will let you, the lotus growing in the ice and snow, feel the filth of the world."

"This is what Ning Chang taught you?" Si Ming asked in a cold voice.

Shao Xiaoli said: "the vent of hatred does not need teaching."

In Siming's eyes, she saw Shao Xiaoli raise the whip again. Although the whip had not yet fallen on her body, the pain was like an illusion. She had to admit that she was really afraid of being whipped. This insult was a double-layer pain of body and soul. Her body was also subconsciously tightened, ready to meet Shao Xiaoli's whipping again.

Shao Xiaoli didn't do that. She gently shook her hand and pinched the whip tail in her hand. Then she gently lifted the edge of Siming's skirt with the bent whip and went in.

Siming's snow-white and slender legs immediately clamped, and his body couldn't help beating a spirit: "stop it for me!"

Shao Xiaoli said: "I'll give you one last chance. I'll count to three. If you don't make a decision again, I'll strip you naked. Let the whole city see the proud body full of whip marks."

Siming felt the friction between the rough whip and his thigh, and it climbed up little by little

Simang looked at the young girl in red dress. How could she be, and how could she say something to a little girl?

Night gradually came, which also gave simang a psychological comfort. At least no matter what happened here, those humble civilians under the stage could not see it.

But Shao Xiaoli seems to be able to see her mind clearly. She grabs the red rope and throws it at the stage. Several red lanterns come along the red rope and one by one drop on the cross, which makes her look like a rainbow.

Shao Xiaoli said with a smile: "Lady Wang of the night, this is the lamp I gave you. Do you like it?"

Siming was laughing miserably. She was very weak at the moment and didn't want to say a word more.

Shao Xiaoli looked at her face, grabbed her jaw, forced her to look up at herself: "three."

She began to count down.

Siming was indifferent.

"Two."

Shao Xiaoli cold mouth, once again put down a finger. In fact, she was also very nervous. If simang really wanted to give birth to the idea that she would die, what would the boss tell her

Siming's brow was slightly wrinkled, and his heart seemed to be struggling with something.

"One..."

Shao Xiaoli stares at her with a long talk.

With the last sound dissipated, Siman's killing intention became weaker and weaker in his frosty eyes. After the humiliation and resentment were squeezed to the extreme, it was not like a flood breaking through the gate, but like a dandelion blown away by the wind.

Simang's mood suddenly gave birth to a touch of enlightenment.

The emotional entanglement and distortion of human nature, such as the seeds in the dark, sprout from the state of mind, and bloom the flowers of sin, but her immortal divinity is also like the seeds of holiness. They are relative to each other, the vines are intertwined, and the black and white are intertwined, reaching a very mysterious balance.

Instead of breaking the Taoist heart, Siming got a blessing in disguise. When the Taoist realm entered again, the tiny cracks in his mind began to heal gradually and became spotless again. It was as if he had returned to the quiet, gentle and restrained woman in the original night lane.

Shao Xiaoli saw her look and screamed. Ning Changjiu also noticed the movement here. His look changed a little, and he also knew that Siming's Taoist realm was going to a higher level.

Shao Xiaoli was a little flustered. She raised her whip and beat her wildly, trying to stop her.

But simang's face became more and more plain, and he felt no emotion for those whips.

The redness and swelling on the immortal face disappeared, the whip marks on her skin faded away, and a touch of spirit lingering on her side. The graceful curve brought back the beauty not close to fireworks.

Just as her feeling was about to turn into a real state of Tao, a clear smile suddenly broke through the night and came into the ears of Siming.

"It's you, xueci. Even after so many years, your talent is still amazing."

Snow porcelain is her original name given by the kingdom of God when she climbed out of the abyss of fetal spirit.

When his real name was drunk, simang opened his eyes subconsciously.

In the night sky, a one horned chicken is flapping its wings. On its back, Yechu, who is almost burnt to coke, is facing her with a faint smile.

He looked at Si Ming's eyes and continued: "how? After all these years, I can't remember my identity? "

By simang slightly at a loss, Yechu has come to her body, he points out a finger, which is in the center of simang's eyebrow.

WOW!

Si Ming's head is full of ice threads, and the whole number of them will be raised later.

There was a moment of struggle on her cheek.

The line of fate and time collided vertically, and a crack suddenly appeared again on the road that simang was about to form.

If the jade is turbid, if the mirror is covered with dust.

"Shut up Simang suddenly drank angrily, and his aura surged.

The night that points oneself eyebrow heart except with blood feather gentleman was vibrated to fly out together.

Night in addition to the body is very weak at the moment, can't do any resistance, his body floated and then fell, was re adjusted the balance of blood feather Jun catch.

Siming suddenly closed her eyes, and there was unbearable pain in her heart, which was even worse than Ning Changchang's taking away her virginity in public.

She tried to meditate, trying to find the feeling she had just felt.

But many opportunities in the world are hard to meet in a thousand years.

People can't step into the same river.

She couldn't find the two flowers in her heart.

She missed the chance of the perfect state.

"You... Why..." simang trembled all over, her dancing long hair fell down powerlessly, and the figure on the cross looked thin and lonely. She raised her head, and her face turned pale to the extreme: "why don't you directly kill me, humiliate me, bully me, give me a glimmer of hope, but also destroy it. Seven hundred years ago, did I treat you half disrespectfully? No matter how we fight, we are old friends of the same kingdom! If I am successful, I will have a chance to take you with me

Sui Chu is his real name. Now, he has given this word to Chong Sui.

Yechu's face, which has no facial features, emits an inexplicable smile: "snow China, it's this time. Do you still want to cheat me with these bad lies? In fact, very early on, I can tell the truth of every word you say. That's the heart of seven tricks. Oh, I know the truth of your words, but you don't know me. "

Siming immediately thought of many things. She thought that when she was his student, she climbed up step by step under his shelter. She had said many words against her heart to please Yechu. At that time, she could hide her expression so well that everyone could feel her sincerity. She also thought Yechu didn't know.

At the moment, Yechu's words remind her of the past, which undoubtedly adds a crack to her already wavering mood.

Night in addition to see her changing look, Chengsheng chase and way: "in fact, I know, you still have heart knot."

Siming knew that she shouldn't speak, but for the first moment, she still couldn't help asking: "how is it possible?"

Yechu sat on xueyujun's back and said with a faint smile, "maybe you didn't find it yourself. There has been a shadow in your heart, and you have been running away from it."

After simang came into being from the abyss of fetal spirit, the road of the road was smooth and smooth, like a flawless white wall, unable to pick out any beauty. How could a person like her have an indelible shadow in the heart of Tao?

Yechu said: "at the beginning, I didn't know where the shadow came from. Until just now, I saw your eyes staring at Shao Xiaoli. In a moment, I understood that the origin of the shadow came from the collapse of the kingdom of God 700 years ago."

Siming said indifferently, "the collapse of the kingdom of God has dealt a great blow to us, but our hearts in the legendary world are all like the sacred stones in the early Yuan Dynasty. Even if heaven and earth are destroyed and return to chaos, how can we leave something in our hearts?"

Yechu shook his head and said, "it's not the collapse of the kingdom of God, but you see the person you shouldn't see, who breaks your obsession."

Siming's brow was frowning, as if he had thought of something. The crack in the Taoist realm continued to crack uncontrollably.

Yechu continued: "you always think that you are the most perfect woman in the world, and we will never meet the other three women who are the masters of the kingdom of God... Except for them, you are the most perfect woman in the world. This is your unique and inviolable pride, but your pride broke seven hundred years ago."

Yechu raised his head and seemed to fall into an ethereal memory. He said with a smile: "although I can't remember that time, I can guess from the shadow of your state of mind that the one who destroyed our kingdom was also a woman, a more perfect woman than you. Unfortunately, you saw her face in those years."

"At that time, you may have looked down upon death and wished to live and die with the kingdom of God, or you may have been afraid and trembled under that man's sword. However, in the end, you have left a shadow on your mind. Even if we can't remember those things, your mind will not deceive people." Yechu sighed: "although I can't believe this conclusion, that person may be a woman, and she is more beautiful and stronger than you. This is also the truth that you have so much power, and you still can't get the truth for 700 years. "

Yechu's words seem to be full of inspiration, which awakens the person in the dream. Simang, who was once a fan of the game, once again looks at the Tao from his heart. The perfection before suddenly emerges a very light shadow.

Her divine sense stares at the shadow as if to see something from it.

The light in Siming's eyes became lighter and lighter. A pair of icy eyes returned to the black pupil. Every wisp of silk hanging down was cold with despair.

"How can there be such a person in this world?" She whispered.

She said that, but everyone also recognized the lack of confidence in her words.

Yechu also sighed: "our God has been beheaded. What else is impossible?"

Siming looked at her feeling of complete dissipation and her state of mind full of cracks. She suddenly felt as if she had been deprived of everything. Previously, Shao Xiaoli, a teenage girl, came to mind again about her whipping. She subconsciously closed her legs tightly.

When the frailty in the heart is turned out bloody again, those strange feelings that should not belong to her also gush out and engulf her.

And her lifelong enemy is in front of her, that is her only, unwilling to admit defeat.

They have been fighting for 700 years

Siming can accept being whipped by Shao Xiaoli and insulted by Ning for a long time, but he doesn't want to expose his vulnerability to Yechu's eyes.

But the more she did, the more she fell apart.

"Did you come to see my joke?" Simang gave a sad smile and closed his eyes.

Yechu smiles and says, "yes."

With that, he looked at Shao Xiaoli and said, "it seems that the divine officer is not very disciplined."

Shao Xiaoli nodded and said, "I see."

Siming knew that she was going to suffer the humiliation of being flogged and abused in front of the person who had been fighting with her all her life. She also knew that after that, she would never be able to lift her head in front of Yechu.

"Rather long!" After a short silence, Siming suddenly raised his head and yelled at the boy in white who was entangled with black feather: "don't you want to take me as a slave? Slaves have always been private property. Do you want to see me humiliated by others? " Ning Changjiu smiles calmly, and again uses the power of fate to let Heiyu pester the black snake for a while, and his sword comes to her. He gently pressed Shao Xiaoli's wrist and looked at Siming. The sticky hair on the cheek, the blood oozing from the corner of the lip, and the eyes mixed with struggle and despair are all the beauty blooming in weakness and desolation“ Are you willing to be a slave Ning long held her chin with his fingers, raised her cheek, let her look at herself, and said: "the most humble slave who regards punishment as reward and admonishment as grace?"“ Of course. " Ning long words pause: "from now on, regardless of punishment, only I can touch you, if you want to kill Ye Chu, I can even help you, of course, all the premise is that we can live from sin king." Siming didn't speak. She couldn't tell her emotion clearly in her eyes, but her body was obviously soft. She turned her head slightly and looked at the wood burning night. At the moment, he is so weak, even weaker than himself... If he can get rid of the punishment, maybe it's just a moment to kill him... Her consciousness is a little erratic. Siming thought of the story again. It was the night of the sixth day. Her seventh day is coming“ I... "She hesitated and spoke slowly. Ning Chang Chang interrupted her, and he showed a slightly ironic smile: "is the goddess officer in the great kingdom really willing to be a slave“ What's more, I don't need a slave like you. " Then he put down his finger, which was holding her jaw“ What do you mean The head of simang moved and looked confused“ I'm willing to give you a choice with dignity. " Ning looked at her for a long time and said seriously, "be my spirit! Hand over the power of your time. If we can't win over sin Jun, we will die together. If we can win over sin Jun, I promise you to live together. After that, I won't interfere in your gratitude and resentment. Similarly, I will give you a settlement and give you freedom. " It is also unthinkable for a divine official of the kingdom of God to be the spirit of others, but it is much better than the previous humble female slaves. Simang suddenly understood that this was his plan at the beginning. To be his slave is meaningless except to satisfy his desire. Only by being his spirit can he get his own ability. But at the beginning, she would not agree to this request. At the moment, she was willing to be a slave. On the contrary, the other side stepped back, and a fluke appeared in her heart. It's such a clumsy means... Simang finally understood, but he had no choice. She sighed, and the sighs were scattered in the night“ I will After a long time, Siming lowered his head, covered his cheek with silver hair and said softly. All the intention and unwillingness to kill are collected. The red mark on the white skin is the proof of submission（ Thank you for your long reward! Thank you again for your support and encouragement