Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

This is a figure walking out of the forest

"We've been traveling for several days and have passed through many places. The next one will soon be Nazon."

Mo Yun had become suspicious during this journey because of his previous experience with Nian Zong, but his state of mind had changed drastically.

In the woods at night

"There are a lot of exotic cats here, and they seem to have pretty good personalities. So why do some places like to describe them as evil cats?"

Mo Yun was distressed

"The main thing is to fight against the clan. Bloodline is indeed important, but you also have to consider the type of person. What's the point of just beating them to death? They're just a bunch of old stubborn people."

"Forget it. When I reach the level of a sect leader, I will go to the Haze Valley myself. I want to see what An is capable of."

Mo Yun fell asleep while thinking

The moon tonight is a crescent moon

……

After two and a half days of traveling, we finally arrived.

There is a towering mountain ahead

"Is this the place where Na Zong is? I really don't know how he hid the sect in here. Is it the law of space? I am really crazy. How could there be such a place?"

Mo Yun walked forward and kept touching the mountain

"Should I go and try? Never mind, let's just be polite."

After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said

"Shen Zong Mo Yun came to visit"

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and the towering mountain was evenly divided into two halves. The golden light inside guided people inside.

"Hey, didn't they say there were trials upon entering? Where are those wooden cats? They feel like tumblers, quite magical. They're just wooden sticks, yet they can maintain their balance. I didn't know, I'd think they were stuck in the ground and moving."

Suddenly a group of wooden cats appeared, facing him in two neat rows, their eyes suddenly turned red, and they attacked him.

"Interesting, has it started already? If they are interrupted, they will recover and regenerate. Why not just freeze them right where they are?"

Mo Yun said indifferently and immediately shot out another ice arrow.

It spread in a small area, covering all the wooden cats and freezing them in place.

The red eyes have all turned back to normal color.

"That was passed so easily, oops!"

Mo Yun said a little bored

After walking for a while

"Hello, you must be the Shen Zong Mo Yun who came to visit you."

Suddenly a sweeping cat appeared and said to him

"Yes, that's right. May I ask who you are?"

"I'm just an ordinary cat sweeping the floor here. The master just informed us that you came to visit and said that after you pass the trial, we will take you to the main hall."

Mo Yun, led by the sweeping cat, walked towards the main hall.

Most of the cats on this clothes are sweeping the floor, planting flowers, and moving books.

"Is this really possible? No wonder when they attacked, except for Sect Leader Nalan, everyone else..."

"How can one person defeat an army of thousands?"

Mo Yun thought as she walked

……

"Haha, friend Mo Yun is here to visit."

Nalan Zongzhu held his beard and said

"I don't dare to be called a senior. I'm just a little confused. I came out to gain some experience. I have to go back later."

Mo Yun cupped his hands and said respectfully to the senior

"Confused? Then rest here, little friend. Come to our Sutra Library and take a look. Maybe you can find the answers you are looking for."

Nalan Sect Master suggested

"Thank you, Senior. Then, do I need to continue to pass the trial to become a real Peking Opera Cat?"

Mo Yun said to the Sect Master doubtfully

"These things are not urgent, and there is no rush. My friend, go and solve your own confusion first. If you can't protect yourself, how can you protect your family and the entire Cat Land?"

Mo Yun said with his hands behind his back

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior. I will take my leave."

Mo Yun cupped his hands and said to the senior

"Well, he's a good seedling. He actually has the power of that woman. I believe he will protect Maotu in the future."

Nalan Zongzhu said happily while holding his beard

"But why do I feel like the uneasiness in my heart has been growing over the past few years? Is something big going to happen in Cat Land? The twelve sects are still the same, with too little contact, too little."

Sect Master Nalan suddenly changed his expression and said

"Perhaps you, my friend, are also the hope of the future."

Nalan squinted his eyes and said

……

“Although it’s just inside the mountains, it looks quite big. It has everything you need and the room is very comfortable. It’s small but has everything you need.”

Mo Yun was lying in the guest room thinking and saying

"My mind has been feeling strange lately. I always feel like I'm missing something after going through something hopeless. My heart feels empty. This is the starting point of Jingju Cats, so I should be able to find something that belongs to me here."

"Why am I confused? Have I forgotten something..."

Mo Yun gradually fell asleep

Today the moon in Maotu is particularly round.

……

"Well, I've been running around outside for a few days. I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time."

Mo Yun stretched out and relaxed.

"Mr. Mo, are you awake? We have prepared breakfast for you. Please go and wash up."

The servant outside knocked gently on the door and said

"Ok, alright, Thanks."

After hearing the reply, I came in, put down my breakfast and left.

After finishing breakfast, Mo Yun started to wander around Nazong. While wandering around, he met the leader of Nalan Sect.

"My dear, did you sleep well last night?"

Nalan Zongzhu said, holding his beard with his hands behind his back.

"Senior Nalan, thank you for the hospitality of Nazong. I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time."

Mo Yun said with a bow

"That's good, my friend, you don't have to be so polite. Why don't you come with me to attend the morning lecture?"

Nalan Sect Master invited

"Oh, the lecture hall. Then I will respectfully obey your orders and go with Senior Nalan to listen."

Senior Nalan said with a smile

Mo Yun followed behind, but she was still thinking

"Haha, there's still Zaoba, you're worthy of being a Wen Zong. I haven't experienced it since I entered society, so I'll experience it this time."

……

lecture hall

Nalan Zongzhu gave a lecture

"Classmates, today we are going to talk about page 187. It talks about..."

Mo Yun was immersed in it unconsciously, slowly recalling the days when she was in society and went to school again.

……

"Ding, the dream world is loading..."

In this fast-paced, high-pressure modern urban life, like most professionals, I navigate the concrete jungle day after day, racing against time and struggling with tasks. However, when life's plot suddenly took a turn, a notice dragged me back to that once-familiar yet distant morning—8:00 AM. My heart was filled with a complex and subtle mixture of emotions, a mixture of nostalgia for the past and lament for the present.

I remember the punctual ringing of the 8:00 a.m. bell in the dawn of the schoolyard. It marked not only the beginning of a new day but also the clarion call of youth, awakening our dormant dreams and passions. Back then, perhaps still a touch of languor, we were always quick to adjust and plunge into the intense yet joyful learning process. In the classroom, the rustle of pages turning, the scrape of pens across paper, and the occasional whispered discussions all wove together into unforgettable memories of our youth.

Back then, the morning air was filled with freshness and hope. We would rise early to secure a prime spot in the library, stay up all night to solve a difficult problem, and regain our confidence with a word of encouragement from a friend. The morning campus witnessed our sweat and tears, and also recorded our growth. Here, we learned perseverance and hard work, and even more, cherishing and being grateful.

Now, as I once again step into the rhythm of 8 a.m., I'm overwhelmed not only by exhaustion and frustration, but also by a deep longing for those innocent days. While the post-work 8 a.m. days lack the leisure and freedom of school, they carry a new sense of responsibility and commitment. I realize that every morning's struggle is a quest to better realize my own value, for my family, and for the self who once held the dream.

In this process, I began to rethink the meaning of getting up early from a new perspective. It's more than just a matter of scheduling; it's a reflection of my life attitude. It's taught me how to stay alert amidst the hustle and bustle, how to find balance under pressure, and most importantly, how to cherish every morning, because it's the beginning of new hope and the starting point of endless possibilities.

I began to miss the days of rushing to class with my roommates, the passionate discussions with teachers, and the after-get out of class strolls around campus with friends, chatting about the future. Those seemingly ordinary days have now become my most precious treasures. They taught me that no matter how difficult the road ahead, as long as I have a dream in my heart, there is a way forward.

So, I began adjusting my mindset, facing the challenge of waking up early with a more positive attitude. I tried to schedule some enjoyable activities into my mornings, like listening to upbeat music, reading an inspiring article, or simply taking a few deep breaths to find a moment of peace and relaxation. These small changes helped me rediscover my love and anticipation for life.

Although I'm no longer that naive student, the nostalgia and emotion I feel for those early mornings are like aged wine, becoming more refined with each sip. It reminds me that no matter where I am or how old I am, I must remain young at heart and bravely pursue my dreams and happiness. Because every morning is a new beginning, one worth cherishing and seizing.

……

"so good"

Mo Yun Mo Yun came out of her memories and suddenly said with a smile

"Oh, Mo Yun, what are your thoughts on this article? You seemed so engrossed in it just now."

Mo Yun was startled when she was suddenly called. She looked into Sect Leader Nalan's eyes, which were gentle but contained a murderous aura.

It seems like I've returned to the days when I was dominated by my homeroom teacher.

Recalling the morning light and youthful years

In the long river of life, there are always moments that shine like stars, gleaming brightly in the night sky of memory even after the passage of time. For me, those days in college, when I walked into the classroom every morning with the first rays of sunlight, attended the 8 AM classes, and occasionally daydreamed in class, only to be suddenly called on by the teacher to answer a question, are such unforgettable times.

hurried steps in the morning light

The campus in the early morning is always gently caressed by a thin layer of mist, as if the entire world is still asleep, and only we students have already embarked on the journey of a new day. The lights in the dormitory buildings gradually dim, indicating that my roommates are either ready to go or still making their final efforts. And I am always the one who gets up a few minutes early, quickly washes up, and then, with a hint of sluggishness, steps into the campus gently embraced by the morning light.

Along the way, I passed classmates, all in a similar hurry. Some were lost in thought, others were chatting quietly. The occasional laugh broke the morning's tranquility. We might not have known each other well, but our shared determination to advance toward the palace of knowledge created an inexplicable connection and understanding between us.

The 8am class, the moment of daze

I walked into the classroom, found my familiar seat, and sat down. Before I could even put my backpack down, the teacher's voice filled my ears. The eight-hour morning classes were always so intense and fulfilling, the teacher's explanations resonating like a rapid-fire barrage, leaving me completely overwhelmed. However, even in this atmosphere, I found myself drifting off into a trance countless times.

I'd become dazed, perhaps from exhaustion from studying all night, perhaps from a momentary confusion about a particular point, or perhaps simply from enjoying the rare peace and quiet. My gaze would unconsciously wander out the window, watching the sun gradually rise over the horizon, or gazing at the humble potted plant in the corner of the classroom, my thoughts drifting far away.

In those moments of trance, I felt as if I had escaped the constraints of reality and entered a world that belonged only to me. There were no worries, no pressure, only pure imagination and exploration. I would imagine myself as a scientist, conducting a world-changing experiment in the lab, or a writer, recording the details of life with my pen. These seemingly unrealistic fantasies gave me endless inspiration and motivation.

The embarrassment and growth of being named.

However, the beauty of a trance is always short-lived. Just as I was lost in my own world, the teacher's voice suddenly rang out, bringing me back to reality. "Student, please answer this question." At that moment, my heartbeat quickened, and my face flushed. I nervously stood up, my eyes quickly scanning the blackboard, trying to find the answer to the question.

However, most of the time, my answers were hesitant and incoherent. A flicker of disappointment flashed in the teacher's eyes, but more often, encouragement and expectation. She patiently guided my thinking until I finally found the right answer. At that moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and confidence.

While the experience of being called upon to answer questions was awkward and challenging, it became an integral part of my growth. It taught me to be brave enough to experiment and challenge myself in the face of difficulty; it also taught me how to remain calm and think quickly in tense situations. Most importantly, it made me realize that no matter what the circumstances, we must never give up on the pursuit of knowledge and self-improvement.

Nostalgia and Gratitude

Today, when I recall those days of going to school early, daydreaming, and being called on by the teacher to answer questions, my heart is filled with endless nostalgia and gratitude. I miss those times working side by side with my classmates; I miss those moments of daydreaming in class yet drawing strength from them; and even more, I miss those embarrassing but also formative experiences of being called on by the teacher.

I'm grateful for everything that time gave me—both in terms of knowledge and spiritual growth. It taught me to cherish every morning sunshine; it taught me to find balance and joy in a busy life; and it taught me that no matter how bumpy the road ahead, I must remain courageous in pursuing my dreams.

……

Past memories flashed by like a passing scene

"Oh, what's wrong, little friend Mo Yun? Do you have any good ideas?"

Nalan Zongzhu said jokingly

"Ah, sorry, senpai. My opinion is this..."

It was easy for Mo Yun to answer this question based on his experiences in his previous life.

"Well, not bad, not bad. Sit down, my friend, but be serious!"

Sect Master Nalan turned back and continued his lecture

"Oh my god, I should be relieved!"

bang

Something seems to have broken in my heart

"What's going on? My rhyme power has increased. This is too good to be true. Is it because I have something I can't let go of?"

Mo Yun said firmly

At this time, on the podium

"My friend, you succeeded."

The fleeting smile of Nalan Sect Master went unnoticed, and the others were still listening attentively to the lecture.

Only Mo Yun was different from before...

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(P.S. I'm sorry everyone. Actually, I only have one year left before graduation. Sometimes I'm so moved that I write down my feelings. Maybe he was just a passing person in my life, but he was really precious to me, so I wrote it down in the form of memories. Please don't scold me for writing about irrelevant things. And the Infernal Dream is a very important thing. It plays a significant role when sealing something.)