Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Hmm? Haven't you gone home yet?"

When Hua Qiansui walked out of the cave, he saw Ma Buliang and Zhirou being stopped by a little girl and were overwhelmed by the questions they were asking.

"Brother Ma, Sister Zhi, how did you two get injured so badly? I was so worried about you."

The little girl was full of worry, and her eyes were slightly red.

Zhirou gently rubbed Huanhuan's little head and said softly, "Huanhuan, we're fine. We just got hurt accidentally. We'll be fine after practicing."

Although she was smiling, her pale face and weak tone could not hide her fatigue.

Ma Buliang also asked at this time: "Huanhuan, where is your mother Huanye?"

Huanhuan just shook her head casually, with confusion written all over her face:

"I do not know."

After she finished speaking, the three furry tails behind her swayed gently, making her look even more innocent.

Hua Qiansui stepped forward, his usually cynical face showing a rare solemnity:

"Stop chatting and find a place to heal your wounds. Lord An has given us three days to come up with a plan. Time is running out."

Ma Buliang and Zhirou looked at each other and saw helplessness and pressure in each other's eyes. They said a simple goodbye to Huanhuan and prepared to leave.

"Goodbye then, Huanhuan!"

"You two wait a moment!"

Just as they turned around, a breeze blew by, and Yin Mo Luo, Master Ling Zuan, and Huan Ye, the three cats, appeared here together.

"Uh--"

The three cats were all shocked when they saw Ma Buliang and Zhirou covered in scars.

Yin Mo Luo's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, and his ears trembled slightly in surprise:

"What's going on? How did you end up in such a miserable state after going to the Shen Sect? Wasn't Mo Yun already devoured by the Chaos Beast?"

"Yes, I am a little confused."

Master Lingzuan folded his hands across his chest, his brows knitted into the shape of a "川" character, his eyes filled with worry:

"What powerful enemy did he encounter to sustain such a severe injury? It couldn't have been Sect Master Mo Lan! An hasn't been feeling well under Lord An's control these years, and many of his injuries haven't fully healed!"

Huan Ye had a complicated expression on his face. He glanced back and forth between Ma Buliang and Zhirou, and asked softly, "Huanhuan, mother is back."

"Ugh……"

Ma Buliang smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "Don't ask now, it's a long story."

Zhirou also sighed softly: "There was an accident during this operation. We underestimated the strength of the Shen Sect."

"Let me speak for you all. It's not easy for them to speak now..."

At this time, Hua Qiansui stepped forward and recounted the story of the Shen Zong. Yin Mo Luo gnashed his teeth in anger after hearing this:

"What? This is outrageous! How dare the Shen Sect be so arrogant? We must find an opportunity to seek justice!"

Master Lingzuan fell into deep thought and said slowly:

"Wait a minute, this matter may not be that simple. The emergence of that mysterious power may foreshadow a greater crisis. Could this be..."

At this moment, Huan Ye suddenly spoke up, "Wait, I suddenly have a question. How did you two master Mo Yun's power? And you can use it at will. Isn't this too easy?"

"Uh--"

Ma Buliang and Zhirou looked at each other with helplessness on their faces, knowing that they could no longer hide it.

"That's a long story..."

Ma Buliang scratched his head, looking annoyed, and said quickly:

"We found a mysterious cave near the Shenzong, with a maze inside. We wandered around in it for a long time and got lost. After we got out of the maze, we saw three balls of light in front of us, and we immediately mastered them."

Zhirou added, her voice still a little weak, "The light balls in the cave are a dragon flute, a phoenix flute, and a bow. We thought that since we had these powers, the hidden injuries from ten years ago would be no longer a big deal. So we immediately challenged the leader of the Shen Sect, Molan, hoping to achieve great success. But we didn't expect..."

"What!"

Yin Mo Luo's eyes widened, his ears pricked up, and his already shrill voice became even sharper due to excitement:

"So you've found his power! You two went to challenge him and didn't even look for me! Mo Yun humiliated me ten years ago, and I'll always remember that!"

As he spoke, he snorted angrily, the muscles on his face twitched slightly with anger, and his hands were clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white.

"Damn it, I didn't kill you myself!"

"Hmm~"

Master Lingzuan held his chin with his hand and fell into deep thought, thinking to himself, if I could possess Mo Yun's power, then my armor should be able to be further strengthened. Then I will be able to exert more powerful strength on the battlefield, and maybe even reverse the current situation.

"Looks like I have to hurry up..."

Thinking of this, his slightly furrowed brows tightened, and a hint of anxiety appeared in his eyes.

Huan Ye's expression was solemn as he pressed on, "What happened next? Where are Long Di and Feng Di now?"

"Ugh……"

Ma Buliang sighed and said regretfully, "We underestimated her. Molan's strength was far beyond our imagination. Even if she had internal injuries, she still injured us. That's why Hua Qiansui brought us back. The situation was critical at the time, so Longdi and Fengdi couldn't be taken away, so they stayed where they were."

Zhirou gently moved the fan in her hand and said softly:

"But I hid the bow inside the fan, so I finally brought it back."

As she spoke, she opened the fan, revealing the bow hidden within.

"Wait, where did you say you stayed?"

Yin Mo Luo was so anxious that he jumped up and down, his hands flailing in the air, his voice trembling:

"How could you leave the Dragon Flute and Phoenix Flute there! Mo Yun's power is what I've always dreamed of. Those treasures might even change the course of the battle. We must go back and find them now! Even a second later and they might be taken away by the Shen Sect!"

"No!"

Hua Qiansui frowned and calmly analyzed, "The Shen Sect must have strengthened their defenses. If we go back rashly, we might be in danger. They might have already set up numerous ambushes around the cave, waiting for us to fall into their trap."

"That makes sense!"

Master Lingzuan nodded slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said:

"But if we don't take the treasure back, our plan will be difficult to advance. Perhaps we can first send someone to secretly investigate and find out the movements of the Shen Sect, and then find an opportunity to take the treasure back. We need to plan for the long term and must not act impulsively."

"Don't worry about this for now, both of you."

Huanye mentioned, "Zhirou, take out the bow and show it to us."

"it is good……"

Zhirou nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and held the fan firmly in both hands, slowly unfolding it. The Xuanshuang Liuyun Bow hidden within it gradually emerged under the gaze of everyone.

"Well……"

The bow glowed with a chilling, mysterious blue light, resembling flowing frost, its texture like misty clouds, delicate and dynamic. Strange patterns were carved into the bow arms, resembling ancient runes or some mysterious totem, exuding an indescribable ancient aura.

"Oh my god, such a rich rhythm!"

Yin Mo Luo couldn't help but move forward, his eyes wide open, staring at the bow without blinking, muttering:

"This Xuanshuang Liuyun Bow looks unusual. Perhaps it hides some shocking secret."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the bow, but just when his fingertips were about to touch it, the bow suddenly trembled slightly, and an icy force pushed his hand away.

Yin Mo Luo stumbled and almost fell, his face full of astonishment:

"What...what's going on?"

"This is the powerful rhyme power left behind by Mo Yun..."

Master Lingzuan stepped forward and carefully examined the runes on the bow, his expression solemn:

"I've never seen these runes before, but I can sense the immense power within them. Perhaps this bow has a deeper connection to the power of Ink Rhythm. Touching it rashly could lead to unexpected consequences."

Huan Ye paced around the bow, his eyes fixed, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"Whatever secrets this bow holds, it is our most important clue right now. We must figure out its origins and purpose. Perhaps this is the key to our fight against the Twelve Sects."

Ma Buliang frowned, looking worried:

"But now we haven't even retrieved the Dragon Flute and the Phoenix Flute. How much use can this Black Frost Flowing Cloud Bow alone have? And the Shen Zong Sect is definitely also looking for those treasures. How are we going to get ahead of them?"

"That makes sense. But..."

Hua Qiansui crossed his arms and calmly analyzed:

"The most urgent task is to study this bow. We can find a safe and secret place, away from the eyes and ears of the Shen Sect, and try to unlock its secrets. As for the dragon and phoenix flutes, I will arrange for reliable personnel to secretly monitor the area near the cave. If there is an opportunity, we will immediately take action to reclaim them."

"Um!"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Later, led by Hua Qiansui, they arrived at a remote valley. Surrounded by mountains, the valley was secluded and difficult to spot.

Zhirou carefully placed the Xuanshuang Liuyun Bow on a flat boulder. Everyone sat around it and began to study it carefully.

"Please let me take a look at this ancient book..."

Master Lingzuan took out a yellowed ancient book from his arms, which contained various legends and records about the treasures of Cat Earth. He flipped through the pages, trying to find clues related to the bow.

"Well, such a powerful force. Mo Yun didn't expect you to die..."

Yinmolo circled around the bow, constantly observing its details, muttering to himself, trying to communicate with the bow in his own unique way.

"Um, blocked me?"

Huan Ye closed his eyes and meditated, trying to use his mental strength to sense the power fluctuations of the bow.

"Why do we have control over this power?"

Ma Buliang and Zhirou were also busy. They recalled every detail of their stay in the cave, hoping to find some clues about the Xuanshuang Liuyun Bow.

"Whoo~"

Time passed minute by minute, and the valley was so quiet that only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the soft breathing of the people could be heard.

"Woooo..."

Suddenly, the Xuanshuang Liuyun Bow trembled slightly again, making a low humming sound, as if responding to the cats' exploration, or telling an ancient secret.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the runes on the bow began to glow, the light growing stronger and stronger, illuminating the entire valley. Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, staring nervously at the Xuanshuang Liuyun Bow, wondering what would happen next...

……

at the same time.

"Sh ...

In that void place beyond time and space, there was chaos and silence without a sound, only darkness as thick as ink spread wantonly.

"Um--"

A vague shadow slowly emerged, emitting a faint and unstable light all over its body, as if it would be swallowed by the endless darkness at any time.

"Buzzing..."

Its outline was blurry, and only a faint human shape could be seen, floating quietly in the void, staring at everything happening in the valley below.

"Ugh……"

"Mo Yun, Mo Yun, are you dead again? Why don't you cherish your life?"

The shadow's voice was low and ethereal, carrying endless vicissitudes and sadness, echoing in this silent and empty space.

"I've given you countless lives, each one carrying my hopes, yet you squander them like this? Is family really that important? If it is, why don't you protect them?"

At this point, the shadow's voice suddenly rose, and the anger and unwillingness contained in it were like a surging tide, almost breaking through the shackles of nothingness.

"Is this the emotion you, as a human being, can't change?"

"Ignorant yet loyal and righteous..."

However, after a moment, the excited emotion quickly dissipated, the shadow shook his head helplessly, and the light around him dimmed a little.

"That Xuanshuang Liuyun Bow was originally the last resort I saved for your sister Xiaoqing. It is a powerful weapon to protect her."

The shadow's tone was filled with regret. "I didn't expect that in the end, you still couldn't hand it over to your family. Forget it, I'll help you one last time. I don't want to have it again, Mo Yun..."

After saying this, the phantom slowly raised his hands and quickly formed complex hand seals between his hands. Every movement seemed to carry the weight of time and mysterious power.

"go!"

As the seal changed, circles of strange light appeared around the shadow, spreading like ripples and spreading towards the valley.

"Let me help you modify their memories. From now on, all you need to know is that this bow is Mo Yun's relic and that you must use it to attack the Twelve Sects. Forget everything else."

The shadow's voice gradually became lower and lower until it disappeared into the void.

"Is this the exploration of life? If the life I gave you doesn't cherish your own life, then what's the meaning of my research? How can you understand if Mo Yun is dead..."

"The body has long been asleep, the soul..."

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(Damn, he's been really active in live streaming lately! I'm wondering if he's really doing what people say online, relying on live streaming to sell cards and then collecting some money? This really worries me, after all, I'm an old cat.)

(Never mind, never mind, that’s all I have to say every day. I won’t stop talking tomorrow!)