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Xie Qingyun was in a hurry, wiping his chest again, and pinching people, Lan Kexin woke up slowly.

The news of Xie Tingfeng's death plunged the Xie family into great grief.

Xie Tingfeng's grandfather Xie Canghai was in tears, his grandson had been ranked first in the inner gate in less than a year after entering the Heavenly Sword Sect, he was the hope of the Xie family's rise. Now, this hope is like a flash in the pan, withering in an instant, how can it not make him disheartened? It was the white-haired man who sent the black-haired man, and overnight, it made him a lot older.

City lord Xie Qingyun and his wife Lan Kexin broke their liver and intestines, hugged their heads and cried. The son's dantian was damaged, and after a lot of hardships, he finally got to where he is today. A son who is jumping around, how can you say that there is no more?

Lan Kexin couldn't accept this reality all of a sudden, beat her chest, and said, "Listen to the wind, how can you, an unfilial child, leave your father and mother to go to that cold world alone, how can you let your father and mother live?"

Eleven-year-old Xie Tingchan ran to the place where her brother often took her to play, and cried like crazy: "Brother Tingfeng, you are not dead, you will not die, you must be hiding somewhere to scare your sister, right?"

The Xie family made an exception to set up a mourning hall for Xie Tingfeng, a third-generation child, and there was a lot of mourning up and down, and even those who had some festivals with Xie Tingfeng before were immersed in grief. After all, during these days, Xie Tingfeng bathed the Xie family in glory and made a significant contribution to the Xie family.

Most of the people in Lianyun Mansion knew the news, and they all felt sorry for Xie Tingfeng, a young genius. After all, Xie Tingfeng's inspirational story has long been a household name. Some families that are allied or friendly with the Xie family have come to the Xie family to express their condolences.

In the Xie family's mourning hall, Xue Xinghe, the head of the Xue family, looked at Xie Tingfeng's tablet and sighed secretly. Why is his daughter Xue Xuan so miserable, and she and Xie Tingfeng have resumed their marriage contract for less than a year, and they are alone again. Alas, it's really up to anyone.

Yun Xiangluo of Yunsheng Commercial Bank stared at Xie Tingfeng's tablet and shouted in her heart: "Brother Feng, didn't you tell me in person last time when you celebrated your birthday, didn't you tell me that you would leave me when you turned sixteen? You are not a person who does not believe in your word, I know that you are not dead, you must be temporarily trapped somewhere." I can feel that you are not dead, you must not be dead!"

Although she thought so in her heart, she was not sure. She hugged the body of her future mother-in-law, Lan Kexin, choked up and said, "Auntie, I believe that Tingfeng is not dead, even if he really dies one day, I will take care of you like your daughter!"

Lan Kexin stroked Yun Xiangluo's hair lovingly, feeling sad in her heart, she knew that Yun Xiangluo was comforting her. What a good girl, it's her son who is not blessed enough, and she can't be blessed with such a good woman.

Thousands of miles away, Xue Xuan was heartbroken, ran to the mountain alone, built a tomb for Xie Tingfeng with stones, and erected a tombstone.

Guarding the grave, she sat all night. Tears flowed silently, numbing her nerves again and again.

"Brother Feng, since the resumption of the marriage contract with you, you have given me the true love of the world, and I want to linger with you for the rest of my life. But providence makes people, and the happiness and joy I give me are always so short-lived. I am not blessed to be your wife in this life, so let me love you to the fullest. It hurts you, it hurts completely!"

"Brother Feng, is it cold in heaven? I miss you so much. The past life was too short, and this life is too bitter. I lost the love of you, and from now on, I can't see your smile, and you can't hear me crying. The long road of life, the autumn water is long, who am I appreciating with the vast red dust, the smoke and waves for thousands of miles, the beautiful scenery of the good day is like a fictitious, what is the green luan? Who sends the poems? The falling flowers and flying flakes become the spring dream, for whom is the deep love? Even though there are thousands of charms, it is also the vast heaven and the earth, and who else can I say? Brother Feng, we can't stay together for a lifetime, that is fate! Then let me bear the loneliness alone, the loneliness and the dust, cover up the glory, scatter the dreams, and fade the dust. ”

Xue Xuan stood up and stared at Xie Tingfeng's grave, as if he saw him smiling at her in heaven, and couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart.

The grave is frosty, and a wisp of acacia grass.

The pipa is played empty, Fang's heart is broken, and the strings are difficult to tune.

Red tears lead to blue birds, and heaven is cloudy.

Worrying about the mountains and moons, yin and yang are separated, and it is difficult to hate.

Yan Qingchen also learned the news of Xie Tingfeng's death from the mouth of Master Hua Xiyue. Although she was not as heartbroken as Xue Xuan, she was also stunned in her heart.

"That little whore, just like that, died? Isn't it? He said last time he wanted me to be his woman for the rest of his life, and gave me a soundstone so that I could keep in touch with him at all times. That's right, the sound transmission stone!" Yan Qingchen quickly ran towards his cave as if he suddenly remembered something.

Coming to the depths of the cave, Yan Qingchen found the sound transmission stone from the underground cave, which was destroyed by Shizun and hidden by her ghost. Now that many months have passed, if it weren't for the news of Xie Tingfeng's death, I wouldn't have remembered it.

She took out the sound transmission stone with a trembling hand, and her heart suddenly broke to the ground. It actually contained one hundred and eight messages sent by Xie Tingfeng during the two days and two nights of cultivation.

Yan Qingchen played the messages sent by Xie Tingfeng one by one, and gradually, tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

"Qingchen, I've returned to the Heavenly Sword Sect, I'm cultivating in the Secret Valley, but for some reason, your shadow is always dangling in front of my eyes, I miss you......"

"Qingchen, I really, really like you, love you so much, can you give me the opportunity to love you and take care of you for the rest of my life?"

"Qingchen, why didn't you answer my words? Are you still angry with me? I really didn't mean to look at your body, I didn't mean to desecrate your jade body, believe me!"

"Qingchen, I learned the two swordsmanship in the Wind and Thunder Stacking Waves, and I also created several powerful moves, amazing, right? Don't you congratulate me? In the future, I will protect you, and no one will want to hurt you!"

"Qingchen, can you talk to me? I want to hear your voice, please......"

"Qingchen, is something going on?Why isn't there any message from you?I'm really worried about you!"

"Qingchen, the Heavenly Sword Spirit Ruins will be opened the day after tomorrow, no matter how dangerous it is, I will definitely find a heavenly and earthly treasure for you that can improve your cultivation, waiting for me." ”

............

Yan Qingchen listened to these one hundred and eight messages over and over again, so sad that he could barely breathe. "It turns out that that little thief loves me so much, but I misunderstood him again and again, and I wanted to kill him......"

She beat her chest with remorse, why did she hide the sound transmission stone? Why did she forget this sound transmission stone again? If I had heard his voice earlier, even if I would have been punished by the master, I would have spoken to him and let him go without regrets.

"Thank you Tingfeng, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's all because I misunderstood you, it's all because I don't have the courage to accept your love. Actually, I don't hate you, and I'm starting to like you. You have saved my life several times, if God can arrange for us to meet again, if you ask me again if I would like to be your woman for the rest of your life, maybe I will say: Wind, I do!"

Duan Zhaoting, the lord of the Heavenly Wind Country, knew that Xie Qingyun, the lord of Lianyun Mansion, had lost his beloved son, and he also sent the second prince Duan Hao to send a pension to comfort him.

In order to compete for the throne, Duan Xiaotian, the thirteenth prince who had already returned to the royal family, laughed happily when he heard the news of Xie Tingfeng's death. "Haha, it's a good death! God help me, take this opportunity, I will contact the Lu family, the first family of Haizhou Mansion, and let them destroy the Xie family!"

Duan Xiaotian has always held a grudge against Xie Tingfeng because of the affairs of the Tianfeng Gang, but because of the existence of the behemoth of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he has never dared to kill the Xie family. Now that Xie Tingfeng is gone, I believe that the sect will not stand up for a dead man. And Lu Mingjie, the son of the Lu family in Haizhou Mansion, died at the hands of Xie Tingfeng, and there must be a lot to be done in this matter.

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