Quickly wear a child: a beautiful woman with many children brings happiness

Two men came flying with swords.

Lu Qingchuan was dressed in a white robe as graceful as snow, with cloud-patterned boots on his feet. His three thousand black hair fluttered in the wind. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his expression was cold, and he exuded an aura that was untainted by dust.

Song Mingyu wore a golden crown on his head, held a folding fan in his hand, had a handsome face and a faint smile on his lips, like a handsome young man in troubled times.

The two men bowed respectfully to Rong Xi.

"Disciple Lu Qingchuan/Song Mingyu greets Master."

"Get up." Rong Xi lazily sat on the chair in the hall: "In order to fulfill the entrustment of your two elders, I went to Lufu Palace and brought back two women for you."

Yun Yuan and Yuan Qiuying stood up and saluted the two men, and the two men returned the salute.

Song Mingyu straightened up nonchalantly, thinking to himself that the family elders were really boring. They said that if he didn't leave any descendants, they would not give him the lower part of the family swordsmanship. Isn't this forcing him to do something he is not doing?

Even more difficult than him is Lu Qingchuan, who has an ice-type spiritual root and practices the ruthless sword. He is cold and aloof. If it were not for the entrustment of the ancestors from the upper realm, no one would be able to associate him with the word marrying and having children.

At this moment, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were half closed, and he didn't even look at the woman opposite him, which made it clear that he was not interested.

Seeing that the two disciples showed little interest and didn't even look at the girl, Rong Xi couldn't help but shake his head.

"Since none of you are active, let's hand the initiative over to the two girls. Yun Yuan, you go first."

Yun Yuan was suddenly called and was a little surprised. Aren’t we going to choose together?

Yuan Qiuying panicked. In her previous life, Venerable Rong Xi asked two people to choose together. At that time, Yun Yuan deliberately gave in and let her choose first, so she chose her senior brother Lu Qingchuan.

If Yun Yuan is allowed to choose first now, will she choose Song Mingyu directly?

Yuan Qiuying was very anxious. Was it because Venerable Rong Xi was partial to Yun Yuan because she was pretty?

Thinking of this, she felt a little strange. Was Yun Yuan so pretty before? She thought carefully and thought that maybe she was pretty, but she didn't dress up, so she looked plain.

Yun Yuan glanced at Yuan Qiuying, then looked at the two men opposite. At this time, they finally looked at her straight in the eye.

The woman in front of him was wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved fairy dress that flowed down to the ground. Her three thousand black hair was lightly tied up with a lotus hairpin, revealing her slender snow-white neck and her curvy figure.

At this moment, her beautiful eyes were rippling like autumn water, her gaze moved between the two of them, and her pearly teeth gently bit her red lips, as if in trouble.

There was a look of amazement in Song Mingyu's eyes that he couldn't retract in time. Lu Qingchuan was slightly stunned, but didn't show any special expression.

Yun Yuan didn't say anything for a long time, and Rong Xi kindly introduced her.

"The one in white is my eldest disciple Lu Qingchuan, who has ice spiritual roots and the fifth level of Nascent Soul cultivation. He is the patriarch of the Lu family in Luoxia City. The one in blue is my second disciple Song Mingyu, who has wood spiritual roots and the late Golden Core cultivation. He is a direct descendant of the Song family in Heting City."

"I, I choose..." Yun Yuan looked at Lu Qingchuan, then at Song Mingyu.

Song Mingyu subconsciously straightened his chest, with a warm smile like spring breeze on his face, suggesting that Yun Yuan should choose him, which made Lu Qingchuan look sideways slightly.

Seeing that Song Mingyu was bewitched by Yun Yuan's beauty, Yuan Qiuying secretly hated him and made up her mind that once she became Song Mingyu's woman, she would secretly get rid of Yun Yuan.

Rong Xi frowned. He had made it so clear that Lu Qingchuan was superior to Song Mingyu in terms of family status, appearance and cultivation. Just choose Lu Qingchuan.

"If you don't know who to choose, then I will choose for you."

Yun Yuan took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and said, "I choose..."

"I choose Song Mingyu!"

Lu Qingchuan and Song Mingyu were both stunned and looked at Yuan Qiuying, whom they had subconsciously ignored.

But seeing that she was wearing a crabapple red dress, in this world of cultivation where most people have good looks, her looks could only be considered a beautiful girl from a small family, not to mention that there was a pearl next to her, which made her look even more dim.

Yuan Qiuying looked at Song Mingyu with a blushing face, ignoring his unhappy expression, and confessed shyly.

"Master Song is tall and majestic, just like an immortal. Qiu Ying is willing to follow him."

Song Mingyu wanted to protest, but he heard Yun Yuan say, "Then I will choose Senior Brother Lu."

Yuan Qiuying felt relieved, but before she could be happy, Song Mingyu quit.

"My favorite is Yun Yuan, I want to compete fairly with my senior brother!"

Fair competition? There was obvious doubt in Yun Yuan's beautiful eyes. They were not in the same realm, so how could there be fair competition?

Song Mingyu called Lu Qingchuan aside and whispered, "I know you have great ambitions in your heart and have no intention of marrying or having children. Yun Yuan is wasting her youth with you. Why don't you stay with me? I will accept your kindness. In the future, the Song family can give the Lu family 20% of the resources in the East Region."

Lu Qingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.

Song Mingyu thought he agreed, so he asked Rong Xi to host the competition for them and suppress Lu Qingchuan's cultivation to the same level as Song Mingyu.

Seeing that Yun Yuan had no objection, Rong Xi sighed inwardly and thought, forget it, let it be what it is. Ming Yu is not bad either.

However, in the eyes of the three people, Lu Qingchuan knocked Song Mingyu down with just one sword.

Song Mingyu was stunned: "No, we agreed..."

Lu Qingchuan looked at him calmly: "I can't cheat."

Fall! This stubborn guy.

Song Mingyu wanted to cry but had no tears. Not only did he not get the beauty, but he also lost face. He felt too embarrassed to face anyone.

Yun Yuan smiled with her beautiful eyes and stood next to Lu Qingchuan consciously.

Lu Qingchuan suddenly smelled the cool fragrance of green lotus and frowned slightly, but did not walk away.

The happiest person was Yuan Qiuying. She wanted to hold Song Mingyu's arm, but Song Mingyu avoided her. The warm smile on his face disappeared and he became a little unapproachable.

Rong Xi looked at Yun Yuan and the man beside her with his narrow fox eyes.

Putting aside their spiritual roots and cultivation, they are indeed a good match based on appearance alone.

Rong Xi waved his hand to drive them away: "Okay, you can take them away, but don't forget to practice."

"Yes!"

Lu Qingchuan summoned his flying sword, stepped lightly forward, and looked down at Yun Yuan.

Yun Yuan carefully extended her hand. Lu Qingchuan was stunned, and also extended his hand under Rong Xi's gaze.

A woman's hands are as slender as jade, while a man's hands are long and broad.

Both of their hands were very white, but Yun Yuan's hands were jade-colored, while Lu Qingchuan's hands were cold and white. The moment their hands touched, they both trembled.

It was so cold that Yun Yuan felt like her hands were going to get frostbitten.

Lu Qingchuan was surprised by the softness and warmth he felt.

He never interacted with strangers, and he had only interacted with his family members when he was a child. His master had mysophobia, and he had almost forgotten what it felt like to touch a living person.

Yuan Qiuying's scream came from the side. Lu Qingchuan came back to his senses and saw Yun Yuan looking at him eagerly. He pulled her to the sword with a little force.

She was the first woman to come to his natal sword.

Yun Yuan rubbed her arms and felt even colder. The sword under her feet moved and she hurriedly turned around and hugged Lu Qingchuan's waist.

Yun Yuan was afraid. There was no protection around the flying sword and she had not yet learned to use her spiritual power. To her, this was not flying with a sword, but an extreme sport more exciting than walking on a tightrope on a cliff.

Rong Xi had not yet retracted his spiritual sense, and his fox eyes narrowed when he saw this scene.

Lu Qingchuan's body stiffened, and the next second Yun Yuan let go of him as if she was pricked by a needle, hugged her arms and shivered, looking at him pitifully.

"I'm a little scared, can I help you?"

Lu Qingchuan was stunned and restrained his aura.

The biting cold slowly disappeared. Yun Yuan cautiously extended a finger and touched him. Not feeling any pain, she pulled his sleeve with a smile on her face.

"let's go."