Silent crying, endless sorrow. There is no crying like cuckoo crying blood, no heart-piercing like heartbreaking, but her sadness far exceeds these two extreme crying.
A full ten minutes later, the woman let out her first cry and mourned: "Ten years, I have been waiting for ten years, but I have waited for this news."
Yang Dingtian should comfort her, but she couldn't find any words to comfort her, so she could only be sad and sad along with her.
"Did he die in pain?" the woman asked as she stood up from Yang Dingtian's body.
Yang Dingtian said: "Master's death was very majestic."
The woman said softly: "It's good to be majestic, it's good to be majestic"
Then, the woman's beautiful eyes looked at Yang Dingtian and said, "You call him Master."
"Yes." Yang Dingtian said: "I met him two years ago, and four months ago, he accepted me as his apprentice."
Immediately, the woman looked at Yang Dingtian with a little more tenderness, and said: "Then does he have any last words left?"
Dongfang Nirvana's will is: 1. Yang Dingtian will become the successor of the Yin-Yang sect, and the Yin-Yang sect will train him with all its strength. Second, betroth his daughter Dongfang Bingling to Yang Dingtian.
So, thinking of this, Yang Dingtian's face blushed slightly, he was a little bit embarrassed to speak, and said: "The master said, as long as the moths to the flame hanging ornaments are put together, you can know his last fate."
Immediately, the woman hurriedly opened the front of her long skirt, revealing a seductive snow-white breast, a delicate moth pendant on the chest, and a deep groove in the plump snow-white flesh, infinitely tempting, Yang Dingtian's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around quickly.
The woman took her own moth pendant and put it together with the flame pendant on her right hand to form a complete moth to the flame. Immediately, a string of words appeared in the air. Seeing her husband's familiar handwriting, the woman burst into tears again.
These few lines were not too long, but the woman read them over and over again until the handwriting became thin and finally disappeared completely into the air, and the woman cried again.
"Son, turn around and let me take a good look at you," the woman said.
Yang Dingtian turned around, and the woman's slender jade-like hand gently stroked Yang Dingtian's cheek, and said softly: "Thank you, you were by his side during his last moments, and we are a family from today on."
"It is written in your master's will, first, don't let me ask about your background, second, let you become the successor of the Yin Yang sect, and third, marry Bing Ling'er to you." The woman said softly, "I will do it. From now on, Bing Ling'er will be entrusted to you."
"Yes, Master" Yang Dingtian said.
"From now on, the Yin Yang Sect will also be entrusted to you," the woman said.
"Yes, Master" Yang Dingtian said.
"From now on, your master's mission will also be entrusted to you," the woman said.
"Yes, Master" Yang Dingtian said.
"From now on, Master Mistress will also entrust it to you." The woman said, her face flushed slightly, and her voice lowered a little.
Yang Dingtian was slightly taken aback, and then said: "Yes, Master."
"You haven't met your junior sister Bing Ling'er yet, I'll let her come to see you immediately, and you will be a married couple from now on," the woman said.
Immediately, Yang Dingtian's face turned red.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Your master has always been unrestrained and uninhibited." The woman said as she walked towards the outside door. The swaying curve of her waist and hips was ten thousand times more beautiful than the plump beauty who just entered the door, but Yang Dingtian looked down at his feet and didn't dare to look at it.
Walking to the door, pushing the door open, the woman said to the outside: "Go and let the lady come over."
"Yes" the plump woman in the distance who brought Yang Dingtian in answered.
Then, Shi Niang went into the living room and sat down, talking to Yang Dingtian, all about the things about Yang Dingtian getting along with Dongfang Nie Mie.
Ten minutes later, there was a clear and pleasant sound outside, like the beautiful sound of broken jade.
"Mom, I'm here."
Dongfang Bingling came, the rumored most beautiful woman in the world, his fiancée came, and Yang Dingtian's heartbeat accelerated again, almost jumping out of his chest.
The moment Dongfang Bingling walked into the room, it seemed that the whole room was lit up. She really does look like her mother, at least in terms of face shape. But at the same time, she is really not like her mother, because her temperament is completely different.
Her mother is gentle and beautiful, charming and moving. Dongfang Bingling is as gorgeous as a peach and plum, and as cold as ice.
On the same beautiful and unparalleled face, her mother's eyes were like water, melting bones into nothing. And Dongfang Bingling's eyes are like cold stars, which makes people feel inferior and vulgar.
Her mother's complexion was rosy and fair, and her powder was like a peach blossom in March. Dongfang Bingling's skin is so white that it bullies Frost Saixue, which truly interprets icy muscles and fine bones.
Her figure is not as plump as her mother's, but she is taller than her mother's. Her two beautiful legs are very long, and her figure is extremely graceful and moving.
Her mother's nose is exquisite and delicate, Dongfang Bingling's nose is like a jade carving, delicate and straight, full of strong personal will.
The servant's son of the Northwest Qin family did not lie, he is indeed the most beautiful woman in the world. Although they look very similar to their mother, they are two peerless beauties who look completely different. The teacher is like a dream and picturesque, while Dongfang Bingling is a sculpture of jade and ice. It is so beautiful that it makes people feel ashamed, and it is so beautiful that people dare not desecrate it.
Dongfang Bingling saw Yang Dingtian at the first sight after coming in, and his eyes were slightly surprised, because almost no man would appear in his mother's embroidery building. Just one glance at this most beautiful woman in the world seemed to have pierced Yang Dingtian's chest, causing his heart to tremble violently.
"Bing'er, your father is gone." Seeing her daughter coming in, the teacher's wife's eyes turned red, and she cried again.
Dongfang Bingling's footsteps were slightly stunned, her beautiful face turned pale suddenly, tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, then she stepped forward to hug her mother, and the teacher cried again in her daughter's arms.
There were tears in Dongfang Bingling's eyes, but they never fell, but the delicate and petal-like mouth did not have a trace of blood, as if it was completely transparent carved out of ice.
After crying for a while, the teacher raised her head and pointed at Yang Dingtian and said, "Bing'er, this is your senior brother. He has been by your father's side for the last year or so."
Dongfang Bingling's slender and graceful body stepped forward, gently turned her side, her jade knees were half bent, her hips and legs were half squatting, and she saluted, her waist was really as attractive as a willow, her breasts were not very big, but they were pointed and touching.
"Thank you, senior brother." Dongfang Bingling raised her beautiful face, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and said to the sun: "Senior brother, can you tell me the whole thing in detail?"
When she spoke, her small transparent petal-like mouth was also made of dyed ice, making one feel that this beautiful little mouth would melt away with just a light kiss, and the words spit out from her small mouth seemed to have a refreshing fragrance.
"Of course." Yang Dingtian said, and then he narrated the whole thing, of course he didn't say anything that couldn't be said, including that he came from the earth, including his Nine Suns Profound Veins, and the last words of his master, he didn't say either.
"Thank you, brother, for being able to accompany my father in the last time. This should have been my own responsibility." Dongfang Bingling had always been icy cold, but now he looked at Yang Dingtian with softer eyes and said: "From now on, brother will treat this place as his own home, and share the heavy responsibility of the sect with me."
After a little hesitation, the teacher said: "Bing'er, your father left a last word. The first is to make your senior brother Yang the successor of the Yin-Yang suzerain. The second is to marry you to your senior brother and become his wife."
After finishing speaking, Shi Niang looked at Dongfang Bingling a little uneasy.
Immediately, Dongfang Bingling's tender body trembled, and a rare blush appeared on her jade cheeks. Then Meimou couldn't help looking at Yang Dingtian again, before he just took a rough look, now after hearing what his mother said, he finally couldn't help but take a closer look at Yang Dingtian.
Yang Dingtian told himself to be neither humble nor overbearing, and to be calm. But Dongfang Bingling's gaze made him tremble, and his entire face turned red instantly. The gaze of this stunning beauty is too lethal, no matter how strong the mind is under her gaze, it is like an ice cube under the scorching sun, but she is a beauty like ice.
It's no wonder that young people in the whole world are infatuated with her. It's no wonder that countless young people spontaneously regard her as the most beautiful woman in the world, and regard her as a fairy. Her beauty and temperament are so lethal to men.
"Bing'er, this is your father's last wish, do you have anything to say?" Mistress asked.
Dongfang Bingling glanced at Yang Dingtian again, then lowered her face, pursed Min's delicate lips, and was about to speak when suddenly footsteps came from outside.
"Madam, the Lord Ximen of Yunxiao City and his daughter are here to pay a visit." Immediately afterwards, the sword servant outside said respectfully.
Mistress immediately wiped away her tears, straightened her hair, and then said to the sun, "Son, you go to the back room for a while. I will meet a guest with your junior sister. It is not convenient for you to see this guest for the time being."
"Yes, Master." Yang Dingtian said, and then walked towards the house behind.
This is a small room, with a comfortable wooden couch, and a small table on it. On the table is an unfinished embroidery, which should be the work of his wife, and Yang Dingtian is not ashamed to pick it up to look at it.
The decoration of the whole room is very simple, but it is very comfortable, and it is also confused with the intoxicating fragrance. Especially on the couch, every inch of it was fragrant, as if carrying the aura of a teacher's wife, making Yang Dingtian, who is a man, couldn't bear to sit down.
A few minutes later, Ximen Wuya's familiar voice came from outside.
"Unworthy disciple Ximen Wuya, pay homage to the suzerain's wife." His address was very strange, he didn't call himself the Lord of Yunxiao City, but an unworthy disciple.
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