Chapter 18: The First Time I Saw Bingling, the Heartbeat Moment
Silent crying, endless sadness. There is no cuckoo crying like blood, no heartbreaking like heartbreaking, but her grief far exceeds these two extreme crying.
After a full ten minutes, the woman made her first cry, and said sadly: "Ten years, I have waited ten years, but I have waited for this news..."
Yang Dingtian should be comforted, but she couldn't find any words to comfort her, so she could only grieve and be sad together.
"Did he die in pain?" the woman asked as she stood up from Yang Dingtian.
Yang Dingtian said: "Master died very imposingly."
The woman said softly: "It's good to be majestic, just like majesty!"
Then, the woman's beautiful eyes looked at Yangdingtian 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 legacy is: 1. Yang Dingtian becomes a descendant of the Yin-Yang Sect, and the Yin-Yang Sect trains him with all his strength. Second, betrothed his daughter Dongfang Bingling to Yang Dingtian.
So, thinking of this, Yang Dingtian's face turned slightly red, and it was a little hard to tell, and he said, "The master said that as long as the moths to the flames are put together, you can know his fate."
Immediately, the woman hurriedly opened the front of her long skirt, revealing an alluring snow-white breast, a delicate moth ornament on her chest, and a deep ravine in the plump snow-white ice-snow-jade muscle, which was infinitely tempting. , Yang Dingtian jumped in his heart and quickly turned around.
The woman took her moth pendant and combined it with the flame pendant in her right hand to form a complete moth to the flame. Suddenly, a string of words appeared in the air. Seeing her husband's familiar handwriting, the woman burst into tears.
These lines were not too long, but the woman read it over and over again, until the writing became thin, and finally disappeared into the air, and the woman cried out again.
"Child, turn around and let me take a good look at you." The woman said.
Yang Dingtian turned around, the woman's slender and jade-like hand gently caressed Yang Dingtian's cheek, and said softly: "Thank you, in his last moments, you were by his side, from today onwards we are family."
"Your master's will says, firstly, don't let me ask you about your origin, secondly, let you become the heir to the sect master of the Yin-Yang Sect, and thirdly, betroth Binglinger to you." The woman said softly, "I will do it. Yes, from now on, Bing Ling'er will be entrusted to you."
"Yes, Mistress!" Yang Dingtian said.
"From now on, the Yin-Yang Sect will also be entrusted to you." The woman said.
"Yes, Mistress!" Yang Dingtian said.
"From now on, your master's mission is also entrusted to you." The woman said.
"Yes, Mistress!" Yang Dingtian said.
"From now on, Mistress... I have entrusted it to you as well." The woman said, her face flushed slightly, and her voice was a little lower.
Yang Dingtian was slightly stunned, and then said, "Yes, Mistress!"
"You haven't met your junior sister Bing Ling'er yet, I will let her come to see you immediately, and you will be a married couple in the future." The woman said.
Suddenly, Yang Dingtian's face turned red.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, your master has always come here unrestrained and unrestrained." The woman said as she walked out of the door. The swaying curves of her waist and hips looked better than the plump beauty who entered the door just now. Ten thousand times, but Yang Dingtian lowered his head and only looked at the soles of his feet, not even daring to look at it.
Walking to the door, pushing the door open, the woman said to the outside, "Go and ask the lady to come over."
"Yes!" The plump woman who brought Yang Dingtian in in the distance should drink.
Then, Mistress entered the living room and sat down, talking to Yang Dingtian, all about the things that Yang Dingtian and Dongfang Nimmie got along with.
More than ten minutes later, a crisp and beautiful sound like a broken jade sounded outside.
"Mother, I'm here."
Dongfang Bingling came, the rumored number one beauty in the world, and his fiancée came, and Yang Dingtian's heartbeat accelerated again countless times, almost jumping out of his chest.
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The moment Dongfang Bingling walked into the room, it seemed that the whole room was lit up. She really looks a lot like her mother, at least in face shape. But at the same time, it is really different from her mother, because the temperament is completely different.
Her mother is gentle and beautiful, charming and moving. Dongfang Bingling is as bright as peaches and plums, and cold as frost.
On the same unparalleled face, her mother's eyes were like water, and her bones were invisible. And Dongfang Bingling, with eyes like cold stars, makes people feel humble and vulgar.
Her mother's complexion is white and rosy, and the puff is like a peach blossom in March. Dongfang Bingling's skin is so white that it bullies the frost and the snow, which truly interprets the ice muscle and jade bones.
Her figure is not as plump as her mother's, but she is taller than her mother. 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 personal strong will.
The son of the servant of the Qin family in the northwest did not lie, he was indeed the number one beauty in the world. Although they look very similar to their mothers, they look completely different from two peerless beauties. Shi Niang is like a dream and picturesque, and Dongfang Bingling is a sculpture of jade ice. Beautiful enough to make people feel ashamed, so beautiful that people dare not blaspheme.
After Dongfang Bingling came in, he saw Yang Dingtian for the first time, and his eyes were slightly surprised, because almost no man would appear in his mother's embroidered building. Just a glance at this world's number one beauty seemed to pierce Yang Dingtian's chest, causing his heart to tremble.
"Bing'er, your father is gone!" Seeing her daughter come in, the teacher's eyes reddened and she cried out again.
Dongfang Bingling walked in for a moment, her beautiful face suddenly turned pale, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes, and then she took a few steps forward to hug her mother, and the mistress cried again in her daughter's arms.
There were tears in Dongfang Bingling's eyes, but it never slipped. It was just a small mouth that was as delicate as a flower petal without a trace of blood, as if it was completely transparent carved out of ice.
After crying for a while, the lady raised her head and pointed at Yang Dingtian: "Bing'er, this is your senior brother. He has been by your side for the last year or so of your father."
Dongfang Bingling's slender and graceful body stepped forward, gently sideways over the body, her knees were half bent, her hips and legs were half squatted, and she bowed. Very moving.
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Dongfang Bingling raised her beautiful face, and her beautiful eyes looked up to the sky with tears in her eyes: "Senior Brother, can you tell me the whole thing in detail?"
When she opened her mouth to speak, her transparent petal-like mouth was also made of dyed ice, making people feel that with a single kiss, this beautiful little mouth would melt away, and the words spit out from her small mouth, There seems to be a cool fragrance.
"Of course." Yang Dingtian said, and then he explained the whole thing, of course, he didn't say what he couldn't say, including him from the earth, including his Jiuyang profound veins, and the master's last words, he didn't say.
"Thank you, senior brother, for being able to be by my father's side in the last days. This should have been my own responsibility." Dongfang Bingling has always been cold and frosty, and now his eyes looking at Yang Dingtian are a little more gentle: "From From now on, Senior Brother will regard this place as his own home and shoulder the heavy responsibility of the sect with me."
After hesitating for a while, the lady said, "Bing'er, your father left a last word. The first is to make your senior brother Yang the heir to the Yin-Yang Sect Master. The second is to make you betrothed to your senior brother and become his wife."
After finishing speaking, Shi Niang looked at Dongfang Bingling with a little unease.
Suddenly, Dongfang Bingling's delicate body trembled, and it was rare for a blush to appear on her cheeks. Then Mei Mu couldn't help but look at Yang Dingtian again. Before, he just glanced at it roughly, but after hearing his mother's words, he couldn't help but look at Yang Dingtian carefully.
Yang Dingtian told himself that he must be neither humble nor arrogant, but calm and calm. But the sight of Dongfang Bingling made his heart tremble, and his entire face instantly turned red. The gaze of this stunning beauty is so lethal, no matter how strong her mind is, she 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, no wonder that countless young people have spontaneously regarded her as the number one beauty in the world, and regarded her as a fairy, her beauty and temperament are so amazing to men.
"Bing'er, this is your father's last wish, do you have anything to say?" the teacher asked.
Dongfang Bingling glanced at Yang Dingtian again, then lowered his face, pursed Min's delicate lips, and was about to speak, when suddenly there were footsteps outside.
"Madam, the West Gate City Lord of Yunxiao City brought his daughter to visit." Immediately afterwards, the sword attendant outside said respectfully.
The sister-in-law immediately wiped away her tears, tidied her hair, and said to the sky in the sun: "Child, you go to the back room for a while. My sister and I will meet the guest. It is not convenient for you to see this guest for the time being."
"Yes, Mistress." Yang Dingtian said, 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 a pair of unfinished embroidery. This should be the work of the teacher, and Yang Dingtian is not too embarrassed to pick it up and 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 aroma. Especially on the couch, every inch of it was fragrant, as if carrying the scent of a mistress, making Yang Dingtian, a man, unable to bear to sit down.
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About a few minutes later, the familiar voice of Ximen Wuya came from outside.
"Unworthy disciple Ximen Wuya, meet the suzerain's wife." His name was very strange, not calling himself the Lord of Yunxiao City, but an unworthy disciple.
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