togophonebook Chapter 5: The Two Sisters
Chapter 5: The Two Sisters
At the summit of Zhunan Mountain, the immortals were led into a grand hall, brightly lit by candlelight, with an exceptionally spacious interior, and various fine wines and delicacies laid out.
After Fang Yun took his seat, the two maids did not leave. Instead, they began to pour wine with chopsticks and serve him attentively.
A moment later, all the boys arrived, many blushing, some already embracing two women.
Fang Yun casually asked about it on the way.
These women were all carefully trained and selected by the Fang family from among their secular relatives.
Although they lack spiritual roots, they are all innocent, well-educated, obedient, and good at taking care of others.
It's perfect for these sons-in-law to "breed".
"Greetings, Fifth Elder!"
Fang Pangen arrived at the top of the main hall and took in everyone's behavior. He was quite satisfied: "There are no outsiders tonight, so my young friends don't need to be reserved. Eat and drink to your heart's content."
"Play the music, dance!"
As the music of silk and bamboo instruments and the harp began, another group of beautiful young women, graceful and charming, filed into the hall and began to dance to the music.
Fang Yun's eyes lit up.
Unlike the uniform maids around him, the women dancing in the hall now each had their own unique characteristics and postures.
Some of them had graceful figures, long, fair legs, and wore flowing robes, dancing lightly like a swallow in flight.
Some are charming and cute, with pure eyes, like innocent little deer in the forest, slightly childlike and endearing.
There are also icy beauties, blooming like lotuses in a secluded valley; others with elegant makeup, slender waists, and breathtaking dance moves; still others with nail polish on their feet and fiery red lips, exceptionally charming and alluring...
Whether plump or slender, each possesses a unique beauty.
In particular, the unique aura they exuded contrasted sharply with that of the maids.
Like noble ladies from aristocratic families, their differences are clear.
After Fang Yun asked in a low voice, he indeed found out the answer.
Although these dancers in front of me are still mortals without spiritual roots, their bloodlines can be traced back three or four generations and all of them have been Qi Refining cultivators.
They are genuine descendants of cultivators, of noble birth, and have a much higher chance of having offspring with spiritual roots in the future.
At today's welcoming banquet, they also have a lot of initiative, as they can be said to be choosing each other with Xianmiao, with the number being roughly one to one.
It is equivalent to the existence of a legal wife.
Fang Yun drank absentmindedly, his eyes constantly scanning the hall, choosing the woman he liked.
clank!
Just then, a clear and melodious sword cry was heard, like the shattering of jade from Kunshan, ringing out loudly and actually drowning out all the music.
Even the dancers couldn't help but stop their movements and turn around to look.
Fang Yun looked over in surprise.
Suddenly, a young girl entered, wielding a sword. Her skirt fluttered, and she looked as heroic as the golden sunrise bursting into the hall.
The bells on her wrists jingled, and the sword in her hand moved like a silver snake flashing with lightning, making the air bright and colorful wherever she went.
Following closely behind, another woman entered the hall, but with a completely different temperament. Her black hair was styled with a silver comb, and her eyes were as clear and cold as the moon, exuding elegance and grace.
She wore an elegant palace dress, with light blue floral decorations on her forehead, which made her features even more exquisite.
Her delicate hands plucked the pipa in her bosom, producing a sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate, clear and melodious.
The two women, one in front of the other and one behind, had similar features and were actually sisters!
The dancers parted to make way for the central position in the hall, like stars surrounding the moon.
In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to the two beauties, and they secretly speculated about their identities and origins.
Fang Yun was in the same boat, preparing to begin her performance.
Not only because they are beautiful, but also because they fit his aesthetic preferences as a "face-value enthusiast," their temperaments are completely different.
The fact that the two sisters made their grand entrance last, causing the entire hall to fall silent, clearly indicated that they came from extraordinary backgrounds and would be of great help to their future path to immortality!
After a moment's thought, Fang Yun made his move, like a great swan spreading its wings, snatching the jade flute from a musician's hand and playing it softly.
In his previous life, the Duke of Yong was a romantic for eighty years, indulging in sensual pleasures and being proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting!
The sound of the xiao (vertical flute) came suddenly. Although Fang Yun had tried his best to cooperate, the sound of the pipa (lute) still paused for a moment, resulting in a slight discord.
Fang Zhiqing's eyes widened when she saw that her sister's pipa playing had been disturbed.
She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her movements graceful, like a small, menacing beast brandishing its longsword as if about to strike.
Seeing this, Fang Yun smiled inwardly.
The girl's swordsmanship was quite exquisite, and her martial arts cultivation had also reached a high level after birth, but in his eyes, it was naturally full of flaws.
Fang Yun used his lightness skill to dodge while playing his flute. Despite the limited space, the girl's sword could not hit him no matter what.
Fang Zhiqing was fuming, her cheeks puffed out, and her earlobes were burning red, making her look even more charming and adorable.
When Fang Zhiyu saw her sister get the short end of the stick, she was equally surprised. Her eyes were filled with a smile, and she became very curious about this strange man.
The flute played melodiously, the pipa played with heartfelt emotion, and as they played together, their voices became more and more beautiful. The three of them played back and forth as if they were a match made in heaven.
"Young Master Marquis...you're amazing!"
Lu Guishou stared wide-eyed, and the other teenagers were equally stunned, their emotions a complex mix.
A thousand words were left unsaid, but in the end, only a deep sense of envy remained.
I wish I could take his place!
"This kid has quite a few tricks up his sleeve... and he actually came out on top..."
The Fifth Elder stroked his beard, looked at the two sisters, and a hint of affection flashed in his eyes.
His elder brother's family perished in the jaws of demonic beasts, leaving only his two granddaughters, whom he doted on from a young age despite their lack of spiritual roots.
Today is the day we prepare to find them a good home.
"Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"
As the elder clapped his hands lightly, melodious celestial music once again filled the air.
Dozens of young women continued to dance, weaving through the banquet hall, their eyes sparkling as they searched for their ideal husbands.
The atmosphere in the main hall immediately reached its climax that evening.
"This humble servant, Zhiyu, greets you, sir."
Fang Zhiyu put down her pipa, sat down at the table, her expression gentle and graceful, her back ramrod straight.
She possesses a serene and tranquil demeanor, an ethereal and refined beauty, and an intellectual charm.
"Please, young master, have a drink!"
Fang Zhiqing was much more lively, with fair skin, long eyelashes, and willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows that slanted upwards, giving her a heroic air.
She smiled and held up her wine glass, her eyes sparkling with a lively spirit and a cunning, cat-like quality, radiating energy.
Fang Yun laughed heartily, exuding elegance. He finished his wine and chatted with the two beauties about life, feeling exceptionally relaxed.
When the song ended, apart from a few promising young immortals, everyone else had chosen their sweethearts.
"On this auspicious day, a beautiful woman sits in my lap."
Fang Pangen sighed, took out the spirit contracts from his storage bag, and went to each of the immortal seedlings to sign the marriage contracts.
If the man and woman are mutually agreeable, they can sign a marriage certificate and get married the next day.
Fang Yun was naturally the first. Seeing the old man's meaningful gaze, he set an example and married the two sisters, Zhiyu and Zhiqing, on the spot.
The same applies to other immortal seedlings. Even Lu Guishou, who aspired to cultivate immortality, left behind a maid, though no marriage agreement was made.
There was no other way; if we wanted the Fang family's cultivation techniques and resources, this was the only option.
The next day.
Fang Yun, dressed in bright red, was beaming with joy as she held a very simple wedding.
There was no grand sedan chair carried by eight men, no gongs and drums, no ten miles of red bridal procession, and hardly anyone even knew about the wedding.
It's ultimately not a very honorable thing for a son-in-law to marry.
The hall was deserted and quiet. Fang Yun held a red silk ribbon in his hand and looked at his beautiful wives on either side of him. For no reason, he felt a pang of heartache.
At the head of the table, the Fifth Elder sat alone in the main seat, the only elder present from both the man and woman's sides.
In addition, Lu Guishou served as a witness.
First bow to Heaven and Earth, second bow to the parents.
The couple bowed to each other and were led into the bridal chamber.
Fang Yun had already experienced the wedding night in his previous life.
But as he walked into the house and saw his two beautiful wives under their red veils, he still couldn't help but feel nervous.
"My wife, I'm here."
Fang Yun called softly and carefully lifted the veil. A fragrant breeze immediately wafted over, revealing two delicate and beautiful faces, breathtakingly gorgeous.
"My husband!" ×2
Fang Zhiyu, the older sister, had red earlobes and her eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked at him with her almond-shaped eyes shining. Her demeanor remained dignified, yet the contrast between her appearance and her demeanor was striking.
Fang Zhiqing, on the other hand, was so shy that her voice was barely audible.
Yesterday's valiant young woman was now disheveled, her fingers twisting her clothes, her cheeks flushed like rosy clouds, even the tips of her ears were tinged with a rosy blush.
"My wife, now that we've drunk the nuptial wine, we... should rest."
As the wine entered their throats and the red candles burned brightly, the silhouettes of the three intertwined on the gauze curtains, accompanied by the girl's exclamation, filling the room with the warmth of spring.