Carp Tower was heavily guarded. Of course, a large, living human wouldn’t be able to travel freely around. The good thing was that Wei WuXian had once learnt a certain technique of the dark arts—the paper metamorphosis.
"So even since you're still in Yunmeng, you already know dark arts?" asked Meng Yao.
"I only know it's a dark arts but I use spiritual energy when using it." said Wei Wuxian.
"Still." said Meng Yao.
Jiang Cheng send him a glare.
Although it was indeed useful, it had a number of restrictions as well. Not only was the time strictly limited, the paperman must also return as it were, after it had been released. There mustn’t even be a single scratch on it. If, on its way, it was torn apart or broken in any way, the soul would receive the same degree of harm—from a year of unconsciousness to a whole lifetime of lunacy. Thus, one must be extremely careful.
"What?" asked Sizhui.
"A-niang." he called worriedly.
"It's not like something bad will happen to me." said Wei Wuxian.
"Wei Ying won't do something like that again." said Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian pouted.
"But it was fun." he said bjt the two Lans just shook their heads.
Jiang Cheng laughed at him.
Wei WuXian possessed the paperman’s body. At times, he stuck to the hem of a cultivator’s robe. At other times, he flattened himself to pass through closed doors. At times, he unfolded his sleeves and looked down at the ground, pretending to be a piece of used paper, a butterfly that danced amid the night sky. Suddenly, still airborne, he heard faint sounds of crying come from below him. Looking over, he saw one of Jin GuangYao’s residences, Blooming Garden.
"That looks fun." said Nie Huaisang.
Nie Mingjue send him a glare.
"I'm only saying it was fun." said Nie Huaisang.
Wei WuXian flew below the roof and saw three figures sitting in the living room. With Lan XiChen in one hand and Jin GuangYao in the other, Nie HuaiSang cried in a drunken state, complaining about things unknown. Behind the living room was a study. Seeing that nobody was inside, Wei WuXian went in to look. Sketched designs annotated in red covered the entire desk. On the walls were the four sceneries of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. In the first place, Wei WuXian didn’t intend to pay them any attention. After he glanced at them, however, he couldn’t help wanting to praise the artist’s skills. Both the colors and the brushstrokes were gentle, yet the landscapes appeared vast. Although only one scene resided on each paper, thousands of miles seemed to extend from it. Wei WuXian thought to himself that such skills were almost comparable to Lan XiChen’s, and couldn’t help taking a few more looks. Only afterward did he realize that the artist of the four sceneries indeed happened to be Lan XiChen.
"I made that?" asked Lan Xichen.
The juniors nodded their heads.
"My brother-in-law is such an artist." said Wei Wuxian.
Lan Xichen smiled at him.
"Of course my a-die is. He even painted him and a-niang wearing a wedding robes. He put it in a-niang's study." said Jingyi.
"But Jiang Cheng hate paintings." said Wei Wuxian.
"Well, that's the only painting I saw on Lotus Pier." said Jin Ling.
Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian started to tease Jiang Cheng.
"Are you jealous?" asked Jiang Cheng.
"Why would I? I know that Lan Zhan can paint me too." said Wei Wuxian.
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MDZS Characters Watching the Future
Fanfiction"Great news! Wei WuXian has died!" "Wait- WHAT?!" "But I'm still here." The juniors (Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, and Ouyang Zizhen) accidentally touched an array that teleported the people from the past to an unknown place. This story is based...
