(Parallel world mini-drama, no romance in the main story)
"Senior Brother Cong, come with me." Tu Longjian helped Cong Anlan walk towards the cave.
The gauze curtain swayed slightly, as if it had been touched and fallen to hang on the table, but a quick glance revealed that there was no one there.
Tu Longjian, who was focused on helping the blind man, did not notice that An Lan, whose senses were heightened due to blindness, turned his head slightly and sensed a familiar presence. So he only twitched his ears and did not speak.
Thinking of how considerate her junior sister had been to her sickly master, a bitter feeling welled up in An Lan's heart, but she also felt a little happy because of her gentle guidance at this moment.
What he can give is no less than what his master can give.
Therefore, he spoke almost deliberately, his voice as mellow and pleasant as peach blossom wine: "A-Jian, let's do it here."
"Alright." Tu Longjian responded crisply and helped him sit down in the chair. "Senior brother, let me repaint your eyes. Although you won't be able to practice charm magic again, at least you'll be able to see again."
An Lan chuckled softly, her eyes closed and a smile playing on her lips. Due to her impaired vision, she had always kept the jade fan that concealed her bewitching eyes hidden away. Now, without the fan, her ethereal and stunningly beautiful face was clearly displayed before Tu Longjian, making her appear even more alluring than when she possessed her bewitching eyes.
Even surrounded by handsome men, Tu Longjian couldn't help but catch her breath. She shifted her attention to the table and picked up a bamboo pen.
"I have not yet mastered this technique, and I need to rely on pen and ink."
An Lan sat obediently in the chair, her jade-like face leaning closer so that Tu Longjian could begin to draw.
Tu Longjian took out specially made spiritual ink, dipped his brush in the ink, and began to draw from An Lan's chin with his left hand while using his right hand to draw from his empty eyes.
But this bamboo pen was a bit strange; it gradually heated up in her hand.
"Hmm, could it be that I've been holding it for too long?" Tu Longjian opened his mouth and blew cold air onto the bamboo, but the bamboo pen became even hotter, and the green bamboo body even faintly revealed a pinkish hue.
"Could it be that it has developed sentience?" Tu Longjian began to have a slight doubt.
Hearing her murmur, An Lan's heart skipped a beat. In the past, her master would occasionally transform into a bamboo pen. Although she didn't know why he came to her junior sister's cave, since she couldn't find him anywhere, perhaps this bamboo pen was...
An Lan dared not think about it any further, and after hesitating for a moment, she did not voice her suspicions. If her master were to turn into a bamboo pen and be used by his disciple to paint, such an image-damaging thing would surely embarrass him greatly.
Meanwhile, Tu Longjian had already released ice and snow elements to forcibly cool down the bamboo pen, then nodded in satisfaction and continued drawing with the cold bamboo pen in hand.
An Lan felt the chilling pen tip brush against her eyes, which made her tremble. She hesitated, but ultimately swallowed back the words she was about to say.
The cold pen tip brushed across his eyelashes, making his skin and heart itch. An Lan endured the tickling torment with all his might until the drawing was finally finished.
Tu Longjian covered his eyes with a soft veil: "You will need to wait three days for your eyes to fully recover."
An Lan's lips curled into a smile, her tone regaining its former smugness. He felt much more at ease. His biggest worry about being blind was how he could stay by his junior sister's side with his disability, especially since her cultivation was improving day by day and she could even use divine arts to heal his eyes.
He knew that the gap between the two of them would grow wider and wider. Although he did not regret giving up his Enchanting Eyes, which he had cultivated for many years, in exchange for entering the Spirit Gathering Realm to help her, he was afraid that he would never see his junior sister again, and he felt somewhat inferior.
"Ah Jian, please let me stay here. When my eyes recover, I want to see you first." A blush appeared on An Lan's face. She wondered if her junior sister would agree.
Tu Longjian raised an eyebrow. Seeing his shy and coquettish appearance, his throat went dry, and a hint of danger crept into his tone.
"Alright, but what price are you prepared to pay, senior brother?"
The bamboo pen that had been set aside was picked up again. The soft tip of the pen glided across An Lan's high nose bridge, paused briefly on his rosy lips, and then gradually descended to his prominent Adam's apple.
"With white veils around his eyes, dressed in white, and a dashing face, Senior Brother, you do look somewhat like a widow from the common people," Tu Longjian chuckled.
As the tip of his nose slid down, An Lan's breathing quickened. The pen tip wasn't as soft as it appeared; instead, it had a rough, frictional feel. Perhaps his master was angry, he thought.
At this moment, a strange feeling arose in An Lan's heart, and it seemed that under his master's gaze, his heart was beating even faster.
An Lan pursed her thin lips and hastily retreated a little, inadvertently causing her clothes to open slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone.
He protested, "Lady Mei, no."
"My wife was my junior sister. Although she has passed away unexpectedly, she is the only one in my heart."
"I am only here today to offer some advice, and have no other intentions. Please do not treat this poor widow with disrespect."
"Oh? Since you love each other so much, I'll paint a portrait of her for you to remember her by. What do you think?"
“That’s good, but I’m blind, so even if it’s a portrait of her, I’m afraid I’ll never see it again.” An Lan quickly got into character, her tone filled with endless melancholy and bitterness.
"Open your clothes."
"What?" An Lan clutched her chest, looking like she was telling someone not to do anything rash, but the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing her inner anticipation.
“I will draw her image on your heart, so you can have her in your heart without ever seeing her. Describe what your wife looks like to me,” Tu Longjian said mischievously, his gaze fixed on him.
Helpless, An Lan could only slowly open her clothes, her face flushed, despite the burning gaze. "She is just as beautiful as you."
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