Beyond the Divine States Chapter 456: : The Final Judgement

The whitish sunlight shone into the room, and the room became clear. When Lu Jiajia leaned forward and opened the window, the cold wind lingered in his sleeves.

On the flat and smooth tabletop, there is an evening cherry in a fine porcelain jar.

Spring has not really arrived, and the cherry blossoms in the forest are not yet in full bloom. I don't know where this evening cherry tree was folded and inserted into the bottle.

The window opened, and Lu Jiajia sat down by the window. She leaned her elbow and looked at the flower in the bottle. She couldn't help but think of Xue Ying on the side of Yujian Tianzong's mountain.

When she was young, she always liked to go there to see flowers. Flowers and clouds are beautiful in memory. The blue and white sedan chair was not owned by her at that time, and the beautiful sedan chair stopped in the grotto. She would secretly look at it. Then I imagined the scene of flying across the sea of ​​clouds by riding it, and the years in the peach curtain were isolated from the world, and it really responded to the four characters of a world away. Recalling the bumps afterwards, the scene of my youth was as long as illusory.

Lu Jiajia leaned on the table, with her head resting between her arms, like a dozing disciple in the sword hall. She squinted lazily, looking at the evening cherry that bears the sun, and carefully stretched out her hand. To touch, smile gently.

After caressing for a while, Lu Jiajia retracted her hand like an electric shock. She sat down beside the case, pointing her waist and chest, her demeanor, she grabbed a book and spread it in front of her, while arranging the slender Hair, eyes fell leisurely on the pages of the book.

There was a knock on the door, the sound was very soft, and the interval was short, which seemed a little restrained.

"Come in." Lu Jiajia's eyelids are drooping, reading a book calmly, and his voice is cold.

It was Shao Xiaoli who came in.

Shao Xiaoli didn't wear a red dress today, but changed into plain clothes that were not very conspicuous, and the quirky look on his eyebrows also faded, and he looked obedient and humble.

Shao Xiaoli carries a bowl of porridge. The porridge is cooked with minced chicken and millet, poured with vegetable juice, half snow white and half emerald green, looking very beautiful.

Xiao Li walked carefully to Lu Jiajia's side.

"It's early to marry my sister, Xiaoli will come and drink the porridge for my married sister." Shao Xiaoli whispered.

Lu Jiajia turned the book on the table, turned his head slightly, looked at the girl half-biting her red lip, smiled faintly, and said: "Let it go."

Shao Xiaoli put down the porridge and smiled.

Lu Jiajia asked: "Has Xiaoli eaten porridge by himself?"

Shao Xiaoli shook his head and said: "Not yet, I have to deliver the porridge to my sisters before I can eat it myself."

"How pitiful how to say it." Lu Jiajia took her wrist and brought her closer, then stared at the girl’s eyes, and asked: "Xiao Li’s first order is for Whose is it?"

Shao Xiaoli smiled weakly and said: "Of course it is to marry my sister, marrying my sister is the best."

Lu Jiajia stretched out a slender finger, nodded the girl's eyebrows, and said: "There is no need to have these rules, we are all sisters, no matter how big or small, we don't need to be so rigid."

Shao Xiaoli whispered: "This...this is the first day after all, even if it is pretending, it is necessary to pretend."

Lu Jiajia asked: "So Xiaoli is pretending?"

Shao Xiaoli shook his head and said: "Of course not. During the days in Nanzhou, Xiaoli admitted that Sister Lu took care of her and was always grateful. From now on... Xiaoli still wants to accompany her sisters forever."

The girl dresses plainly, her face is gentle, and her words are soft with unconfidence, just like the wind of the winter and spring.

Lu Jiajia is too easy to feel soft. She originally wanted to frighten her with some airing. Now looking at Shao Xiaoli's appearance, her mind immediately softened. She lifted the bowl of warm porridge and said: "Well, marry my sister and accept it. I won't need it tomorrow, otherwise it seems like we are bullying you."

Shao Xiaoli smiled gracefully and nodded again and again: "Well, then Xiaoli will go to Sister Si Ming first, but the porridge will be bad if it gets cold."

Speaking, Shao Xiaoli retired and left.

Lu Jiajia looked at the steaming porridge on the table, looked at the beautiful green covering the porridge, frowned slightly, and immediately opened her eyebrows and smiled. She folded some snow sleeves and picked up the porcelain spoon. Slowly stir the porridge in the bowl evenly, and then tasted a little bit. The sweet and glutinous porridge accompanied by the slightly salty vegetable juice is as delicate as a girl's mind.

This is the last day of February. Looking at the grand sun outside the window, Lu Jiajia drank the porridge in small sips. She rolled up her dark long hair and inserted cherry blossoms like hairpins in her hair in the evening.

This is a smooth morning for Lu's marriage, but it is busy for Shao Xiaoli.

Shao Xiaoli is not confident. She is a new concubine about herself, so she is very careful in doing things.

Shao Xiaoli brought the porridge to the cave where Si Ming was located.

Siming's recent practice has been very hard.

At the time of Duanjiecheng, the humiliation on the cross frame was vivid, the wilderness, the desert, the glacier, and the snowfield... As an enemy, if Ning stayed with her for a long time, she would definitely die at that time.

By this time, Si Ming is no longer the narrow-minded bad woman back then, but as far as she is concerned, the sinner is still an enemy that must be dealt with.

She recalled the years in the Star Spirit Temple. The broken sundial and candlelight were quietly placed in memory. All that was now submerged by the flood, and along with the city of Broken World, it became an underground city of water. Time has changed, and the desperate fugitive will soon become the executioner.

In your leisurely thoughts, a knock on the door sounded.

Si Ming slowly opened his eyes, the complicated silver pattern on the dark **** robe gradually faded away, and his divinity faded in his ice eyes. When she was meditating, she slowly got up, and her long silver hair turned from a winding river into a vertical waterfall.

Si Ming hooked his finger slightly and the door opened.

Shao Xiaoli came in with the porridge, and said, "Good morning Sister Xueci, Xiaoli just cooked the porridge, so she brought it to Sister Xueci as soon as possible. After the sister tasted it, I would return it. I'm going to serve it to Sister Lu."

Si Ming looked at the bowl of emerald-colored porridge, and said: "Are you the first to give it to me?"

Shao Xiaoli solemnly nodded and said: "Of course, sister Si Ming and I have known each other since Duanjiecheng for many years, and our relationship is deep."

Si Ming said: "Yes, I wanted to accept you as a disciple at that time, but you severely punished me on the torture in front of everyone. My sister is unforgettable..."

Shao Xiaoli's heart tightened, and he quickly said: "That was Ning Changjiu's instigation, I...I was also coerced."

Si Ming took the bowl of porridge, put it aside, and said: "Okay, I won't go over old accounts with you."

Shao Xiaoli obediently came behind Si Ming, let her sit down, and then squeezed his shoulders for Si Ming skillfully.

Si Ming closed his eyes, enjoying the burst of power from Shao Xiaoli's fingertips, and asked: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Shao Xiaoli trembled slightly, rubbing Si Ming's flexible shoulders, and slightly twisted and said: "It's pretty good...Master takes care of me very much."

"Are you still called Master?" Si Mingxiu frowned.

Shao Xiaoli said: "I'm used to it...I will correct it later when I am instructed."

Si Ming said contemptuously: "Seeing that a certain wicked person really has this habit of being a master and apprentice, you don’t need to change it. Hearing a beautiful girl like Xiaoli yelling from a master, he should be happy in his heart. It’s tight."

Shao Xiaoli blushed slightly and said: "Sister, don't make fun of Xiaoli."

Si Ming said: "In short, if he dares to bully you, you can write it down and go to Zhao Xiang'er to file a complaint later."

Shao Xiaoli curled his lips and said: "We are very harmonious."

Si Ming smiled faintly, she picked up the bowl and took a sip, nodded and said: "Xiao Li has a husband, will you not sleep with your sister in the future?"

Shao Xiaoli said: "Of course I want to accompany Sister Si Ming, but... If I sleep with my sister secretly and get caught by him, he won't have an excuse to bring us together..."

Siming smiled charmingly: "That's how it is fun."

Shao Xiaoli was surprised, and immediately his ears became red: "Sister Siming! So you are the biggest vixen!"

Siming wanted to fight, Shao Xiaoli quickly left and said: "I'm going to serve porridge to marry my sister. If it is late, the porridge will be cold."

Si Ming nodded, and kindly ordered: "When you go to marry that, remember to tell her that your first bowl of porridge was served to her. Marrying this girl looks very generous, in fact There are a lot of bad thoughts, Xiao Li should serve more eagerly."

Shao Xiaoli nodded thoughtfully, and said: "Well, please follow the teachings of Sister Xueci! Then...Sister Xueci should help me keep the porridge secret."

"Okay." Si Ming pursed his lips and smiled. She has always been very fond of Xiao Li.

Shao Xiaoli turned his head and left with some shame.

The sun quietly spilled on the earth, Shao Xiaoli returned to the door of his room after serving the porridge, and looked up through the cave of the sword pavilion.

She remembered Ning Changjiu's remarks about the sun yesterday, so she sat in the sun with her eyes facing the sun, letting the light shine all over her body.

Ning Changjiu walked from a distance in white clothes. He looked at the pure-faced girl and said hello, "Xiao Li is early."

"Good morning, Master." Shao Xiaoli responded crisply.

She stood up, bounced like a cat, and entered Ning Changjiu's arms.

Ning Changjiu hugged her, rubbed her hair, and said: "Where did Xiaoli go?"

Shao Xiaoli said: "I sent food to the two sisters."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Who did you give it to first?"

Shao Xiaoli said mysteriously: "Secrecy!"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "If Xiaoli is caught in an incident in Dongchuang some day, and they find revenge, I can't protect you."

Shao Xiaoli showed a look of surprise, and then squinted his eyes when he thought that he had lunar eyes, and said like a mantra: "Master is good or bad."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Married and Snow Porcelain have porridge to drink, so what shall I eat?"

Shao Xiaoli said: "Don't worry, Xiaoli has cooked a lot!"

She took Ning Changjiu into the house, took off the small boiler for cooking porridge, and poured the remaining porridge into a bowl.

Shao Xiaoli looked in surprise and found that there was only a small bowl left.

She apologized slightly: "Xiao Li calculated the wrong dose."

Ning Changjiu laughed blankly: "How is your tone like poisoning?"

Shao Xiaoli smiled and quickly regained her look. She raised her fingers and said, "Although there is only one serving, we can eat together. But...it's so shy."

Based on what Ning Changjiu knows about her, her subtext of ‘so shy’ is basically ‘Xiao Li wants’.

Ning Changjiu squeezed her face and said, "Where is Xiaoli so careful."

Shao Xiaoli scooped up the porridge and said: "Come on, Master opens his mouth, Xiaoli feeds you."

"Don't." Ning Changjiu flatly refused.

Shao Xiaoli was slightly annoyed, and said: "Then master wants to eat porridge or Xiaoli?"

Ning Changjiu asked, "What would Xiaoli want to eat?"

Shao Xiaoli mysteriously said: "I want to eat that......"

"Which?"

"Just...that...ah!"

Shao Xiaoli exclaimed, and then she was picked up, her soft lips being printed on the other lips.

Shao Xiaoli turned her head slightly and said: "It's morning, so shy..."

The bowl of porridge was placed on the table quietly, getting cold a little bit.

……

The time of tenderness is short.

February is about to end, and the kingdom of sinners is about to begin. Although the next battle will not have too much suspense, it should not be taken lightly.

A few days ago, Ning Changjiu went to the Tianban and met with evil again.

When I saw Evil, Evil was sitting in a rocking chair like an old man. His body was swollen. From a thin boy to a fat man, Shi took care of him.

The evil edema was mainly caused by the floods he had sucked during the salvation. The water was transmitted to his body through the root system, and it became like this.

At the time of Duanjiecheng, Ning Changjiu had a battle with the guilty lord. In that battle, the projection of the guilty lord was not damaged much, but the sense of mystery was greatly reduced.

Ning Changjiu asked Evil about the location of the Sin King's Kingdom. Evil is not a fully omniscient person. Even if the Sin King hides far less deeply than the ghost, he can only give a rough position.

During the conversation, Yuan Jun also carried a chair and sat down.

He looked at Ning Changjiu and asked: "How much confidence do you have?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Before things are done, I don't dare to speak confidently."

Original Jundao: "Taiping days have passed for a long time, don't be overwhelmed."

"Days are never peaceful." Ning Changjiu sighed lightly and said: "In short, I will try my best to get enough peace time for the world."

Yuan Jun faintly nodded, and said: "I'm not sure what you are hiding, but I wish you success."

Ning Changjiu also nodded: "The dark day will not come, the red sun will rise as usual."

Yuan-jun leaned his crutches on the chair and waved goodbye to him: "When will we meet next time?"

Ning Chang thought for a long time and said: "Seven years later."

……

In the Jiange, Ning Changjiu, Lu Jiajia, and Si Ming once again sat together to discuss the details of killing the sinner.

Liu Xiwan is practicing her mortal sword on the sword flat.

Liu Junzhuo personally taught the class in the sword hall. In front of her was a table with a black ruler, which was very similar to the Lu Jiajia of the year.

The world has unknowingly restored to its original appearance.

This is what the world really looked like before the Dark Lord came four thousand years ago.

After teaching the course, Liu Junzhuo came to the secluded pavilion, where the master sister Zhou Zhenyue retreats.

Zhou Zhenyue opened her eyes slightly and said: "This new world seems to be beautiful."

Liu Junzhuo asked softly: "Sister can feel the change in the world?"

Zhou Zhenyue shook her head, "I can't feel it clearly, but I am convinced that when it changes, I can feel its beauty."

Liu Junzhuo stood on the cliff, wearing a Kunlun sword, and her black skirt dancing in the wind. She looked at the mountains in the distance and said: "We must be able to protect this beauty. This is the will of the sword pavilion." /

Zhou Zhenyue gave a hum and said: "I really envy you. I still have a chance to get a glimpse of the mystery of the legendary three realms. Unlike me, it hurts the root. There is no hope in this life."

Liu Junzhuo sat next to her and said softly: "As the unobservable master said, ascendance is never the path that monks should finally pursue. The universe is desolate and lonely. It is better to stay in the world than to die there ...I will always be by your side, because we have been in the fairyland since we were born."

Zhou Zhenyue smiled and nodded. She looked at the sun in the sky, and said: "Even if the world is a fairyland, even if it is too desolate, there are people in this world who want to go out."

Liu Junzhuo thought for a while, and he was not sure: "Maybe there will be it. Those who are uneasy about this and want to truly pursue freedom and explore the boundaries of the world should still choose to leave."

Speaking of this, Liu Junzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and she smiled and said, "Maybe the departed ascetics will find new stars, sow new civilizations there, and then use this as a springboard to go to the void. Deeper, we spread our fire to a wider place. In short... No matter what happens in the future, our efforts are to enable ordinary people to live safely in the world and make extraordinary Ascetics, have the right to choose freely!"

Zhou Zhenyue listened to the blueprint drawn by Junior Sister and said: "I hope so."

Liu Junzhuo said; "Trust Lord Pavilion Lord."

The sun crossed the sky, and the mountains and rivers were soon enveloped by twilight.

In the cave sky, Ning Changjiu and others are ready to set off with their swords to the place described by evil.

Before leaving, Lu Jiajia picked the evening cherry from her hair and inserted it back into the porcelain vase.

Siming watched Lu get married and asked: "Spring has not yet arrived, where did you get the flowers?"

Lu Jiajia didn't know how to answer, but just looked at Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu took them by the hand and walked out the door, but said: "Spring has come."

The setting sun sinks in the west, and the evening haze is quadrupled.

The desolate night breeze swept across the sky of Middle-earth, this time the sword was driven down the wind.

This is the south wind of returning home.

Si Ming and Lu Jia married back to the Golden Crow Kingdom.

The kingdom of God is getting wider and wider, and it's hard for God's thoughts to reach its end. The five radiant pillars of mythological logic seem a little shabby.

Lu Jiajia remembered the days of waiting in the cabin by the abyss.

She said: "Snow Porcelain really met her husband in the battle of the sinner, right?"

Si Ming nodded and said: "Yes, the blue-faced fangs Si Ming girl fought alongside him at that time."

Lu Jiajia lowered his head and said: "It's great... I could only wait outside the abyss and could not do anything."

Simming said: "I obviously envy you. We almost died under the abyss of suffering. Isn't he working so hard to come back to see you?"

Lu Jiajia remembered the morning light and fog when they met, and the throbbing at that time was still in my heart, and it would never dissipate in a lifetime.

She looked at the ground where the sword had traveled.

Ning Changjiu is also looking at the earth.

He is also reminiscing about the way he came back...Zhao Guo, Yu Jian Tianzong, Broken Boundary City, Dry Well, west of the Well is the place where he and Liu Xiwan parted, and later went north to Middle Earth and went around the entire continent. He has walked through the world, and if his steps are signs, he doesn't know what kind of characters he can write.

Sword energy tears the sky.

They stopped at the upper end of the sea of ​​no luck.

This is the junction of Nanzhou and China, and it is an ominous sea.

According to the evil term, the sinner’s God's Congress is opened here.

The golden crow is like an eagle, hovering above the sea.

The three of them looked at the bright starry sky together. There are many more stars on the starry sky map today. It is said that it is a star very close to this star, and it is said that it was the hometown of the six gods in the early days.

……

The time comes.

The surface of the sea of ​​luck is no longer calm.

Ning Changjiu's eyes of the moon also spread to the entire sea in an instant.

In the eyes of the lunar, there was a clear gray spot.

"Found it."

Everything went smoother than expected.

The kingdom of the sinner hangs on the sea of ​​luck, like a gray pupil, looking at Nanzhou and Middle-earth at the same time, examining the sins of the world.

Ning Changjiu pointed forward, and the speed of the sword reached its extreme in an instant.

The pupil suspended in the sea of ​​luck, cracks appeared immediately after birth--the sword light disappeared without hindrance.

Without any hindrance, they came to the kingdom of sinners.

It's a dark world.

The air is filled with gray weapons, and the ghost holding a sickle and a black cloak swayed in the mist. Below, the layers of rocks are staggered, forming a huge maze. Countless rat-like young lives are frightened among the caves. Shuttle between the earth, and there are also larger beings fighting each other. They can become even bigger as long as they swallow each other and go to the higher level of the kingdom of God.

In front of the gray mist, there seemed to be several shadowy black buildings. They entered the line of sight through the mist, and people's breathing was slightly slowed down.

This is not so much a kingdom of gods, as it is an enchantment constructed by ghosts.

"Is it easy to come in like this?" Si Ming looked around, and the gray mist appeared in icy eyes.

She imagined the life and death enemies who had dominated them in the past, imagined the open and shimmering battle between ancient and modern in the city of Duanjie, and she was a little disappointed in the silence before her.

The more people walk higher, the enthusiasm and desire for fighting will gradually fade.

Is the divine nature castrated the desire silently, or is it boredom after satisfying the desire?

Ning Changjiu said: "The mystery of the gods comes from being strong. When they are no longer strong, the throne will not be the throne, but the silt that imprisons them."

Ning Changjiu sacrificed the flying sword, flying the sword in the gray mist, and slashed several big ghosts who had gathered together with sickles, and then flickered, heading towards the temple of the sinner.

The door of the temple is open.

The sinner seems to welcome them in.

Ning Changjiu was not polite and came to the hall.

The ghost fire is lit in the temple of the Sin King, and this so-called Shinto path is also full of red Manzhushahua, as if it leads to a ghostly death.

Unexpectedly, the Lord of Sin did not unfold its hideous mythological form. It just sat at the end of the road, draped in that black robe, with crow-like feathers hanging down, and extended pointed fingers at the end of the road. What was painted on the ground was like a monarch in his twilight years, or like a Wu Zhu who was about to be put to death.

Ning Changjiu slowly walked through the road of yellow spring paved by the bones and came to the sinner.

He asked: "What are you doing?"

The sinner replied: "I am doing the final judgment."

"What is the trial?" he asked again.

"The original sin of mankind." The sinner said solemnly.

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