Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Time passed quietly, but the ruins of Bu Zong's palace were still shrouded in a haze of deathly silence. The air seemed to still be filled with the pungent smoke and biting chill of the battle, which lingered for a long time.

"Damn it, why? Why…"

"It's all my fault. If I were stronger, my sister wouldn't be hurt like this!"

"No, this is all my fault. As the eldest brother, I failed to protect you!"

With careful care, the injuries of the other members of the Xingluo Squad gradually improved, but Mo Zi was still lying quietly in the temporary tent, showing no signs of waking up, as if he had been swallowed by the endless dark abyss.

"Hmm~"

Haipiao came hurriedly from the Twelve Tribes, and she always hid quietly behind the cats.

Looking at the unconscious Mo Zi, Hai Piao's eyes were instantly filled with tears, and heartache and anxiety surged in his heart like a tide.

"..."

She opened her mouth eagerly, trying to call Mo Zi's name, but her throat seemed to be strangled by a pair of ruthless hands, and she could only make anxious "woohoo" sounds.

"..."

Before dawn, Haipiao got up quietly and skillfully lit a fire to boil medicine.

"Come on!" (Inner thoughts)

Her eyes were fixed on the medicine jar, her focused look seemed as if as long as she was pious enough, the medicine would immediately work wonders and wake Mo Zi up.

"Come on, you'll definitely get better after taking the medicine, you must get through this!" (Inner thoughts)

After the medicine was ready, she carefully helped Mo Zi up and fed the medicine into her mouth little by little with a spoon. Her movements were as gentle as if she were treating a rare treasure, for fear of hurting her if she was not careful.

"You will be beautiful!" (Inner thoughts)

After feeding him the medicine, she fetched some warm water and gently wiped Mo Zi's blood-stained face with a towel, over and over again, as if this could wipe away all the pain Mo Zi was enduring.

"Oh, this is so annoying. Why? Why hasn't Sister A Zi woken up yet? What on earth is going on?"

"I've lost my appetite these past few days. I'm almost starving..."

"Could it be that this time..."

Bai Tang paced back and forth anxiously outside the tent, fidgeting like an ant on a hot pan. Every few moments, he would anxiously run to the tent entrance, his eyes glued to the gap, looking anxiously inside, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.

"Haipiao, Sister Azi still hasn't woken up?"

He asked again and again, and even though he got the same disappointing answer every time, he still couldn't help asking again and again as if he was grasping at his last straw, as if asking just one more time would bring about a miracle.

“Hmmmm~…”

Xiaoqing sat in the corner of the tent, tightly clutching Mo Zi's tattered clothes in her hands. Tears flowed uncontrollably, drops falling on the fabric, leaving traces of sadness.

"Sister, I miss you so much, sister..."

"Look, I've finished knitting your clothes. Why don't you open your eyes and take a look? Sister..."

Her hands trembled slightly as the needle and thread moved through the fabric with difficulty. With each stitch, she murmured softly:

"Sister, please get better soon. We are all waiting for you to wake up."

That crying voice was full of persistence and perseverance in hope amidst despair.

"I clearly learned pharmacology from my teacher, but now it feels like I haven't learned anything at all!"

In an open space not far away, Da Fei was meticulously sorting out the various herbs he had collected, hoping to find the "magic medicine" that could wake Mo Zi up.

"Damn it, why don't I know any of these?"

His brows were furrowed, as if he could pinch a fly to death. He stared at the herbs intently, and kept muttering:

"What kind of herb can save Sister A Zi? There must be some I haven't discovered yet."

"Ah, why do these herbs look so similar..."

Every time he picked up a herb, a spark of hope would ignite in his eyes, but when he put it down, the spark would instantly go out, replaced by a deep loss.

"Ahhh-"

"I must have strength, great strength!"

Wu Song was practicing frantically in an open space nearby. Sweat was pouring down his forehead like a waterfall, soaking his clothes, but he was completely unaware.

"Ah……"

Every punch and every kick was carried out with a determination to fight to the end and an indomitable momentum.

"It's all my fault that I'm not strong enough, which is why Sister A Zi got hurt."

He gritted his teeth, his face full of self-blame and regret.

"I must become stronger and never let my friends fall into danger again. Ah Zi, you must hold on."

"How is the situation now, Young Master Mo Zi? Is he feeling better?"

Even Feng Wuji, the leader of the Bu Sect who had been seriously injured by Mo Zi before, dragged his still-unhealed body and slowly came to Mo Zi's side.

He looked at the unconscious Mo Zi, feeling mixed emotions. Grief, anger and regret were like surging waves, completely drowning him.

"Please move aside, okay? Don't stay here! If it weren't for your weak will and the fall into chaos, how could my sister have unsealed my brother?"

Xiaoqing was instantly furious when she saw him, completely ignoring the wound on her hand caused by the needle.

"Sister Xiaoqing, please don't blame me..."

When Bai Tang saw this, he was about to say something, but was immediately stopped by Xiaoqing's eyes.

"Please leave here. I don't want to say anything right now. This world is so unfair. If my brother were still here, I'd see how he'd teach you a lesson!"

After Xiaoqing finished speaking, she quickly fled from here with tears in her eyes.

"Bai Tang, you guys stay here! I'll go check on Xiao Qing, to make sure she doesn't get into any trouble..."

After Mingyue finished speaking, she left the place with some emotion, but a hint of coldness appeared on her face.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

His hands were shaking slightly, and his lips were quivering. He wanted to say something, but guilt choked his throat.

"Alas, am I really qualified to be the sect leader? Master..."

Recalling that brutal battle, he was filled with self-blame. If it weren't for his stubbornness and prejudice, perhaps Mo Zi wouldn't have fought to such an extent.

……

Just when Molan shouted at the top of her lungs, "Yun'er, is something wrong with A Zi?" filled with pain and worry, the whole world seemed to tremble.

"Wong..."

The two flutes in her hands, which were originally vibrating violently, burst out with an unprecedented strong light at this moment.

"..."

The light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if it was going to tear apart the oppressive dark sky.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the flute broke free from Molan's hands and drew two brilliant arcs in the air.

"What's going on? Why did the flute suddenly..."

Molan's face was filled with astonishment, and she subconsciously reached out to catch the flying flute, but her fingertips only touched nothingness.

Rong Mama was also shocked and said in a trembling voice:

"Master, how come this... this flute flew away by itself?"

"Hmm? This..."

Molan frowned, her eyes following the two streaks of light closely, her heart filled with doubt and uneasiness.

"I don't know either, but the unusual movement of the flute must be related to Ah Zi."

"And this is the power left by Yun'er. No other cat should be able to control them. Could it be that Ah Zi is in danger and is summoning them from the shadows? Or perhaps this flute sensed the danger in Bu Zong and went there on its own?"

With sharp whistles, they rushed towards Bu Zong at lightning speed.

"call out……"

Wherever the flute passed, the air was cut at a rapid speed, making a "sizzling" sound, as if playing a passionate battle song rushing to the rescue.

Two streams of light dragged long trails in the sky, contrasting with the surging waves and flashing sealing runes in the distance, creating the most bizarre sight in this turbulent world.

"Should I go out too? Wouldn't it be a failure to leave everything to a bunch of kids?"

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared at the end of the sky, leaving behind Molan, Rong Mama, and a group of guards who were all in shock. They were full of confusion and worry, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

"Master, please don't act on impulse..."

……

"Ah-"

Outside Bu Zong's temporary tent, the cats of the Xingluo squad were still guarding the unconscious Mo Zi, full of anxiety, and feeling that each day was a year long.

"Damn it! Why can't you wake up yet?!"

Bai Tang's eyes were red and swollen, and he stared at the tent, as if this could wake Mo Zi up.

"Sister, get up quickly, I have sewn a lot of clothes for you..."

Xiaoqing shed tears silently, mechanically arranging the dark purple clothes in her hands.

"Master is gone, so I am of no use..."

Dafei kept searching for herbs nearby, and although he returned disappointed time and time again, he never gave up.

"Come again, come again, I must break through my own limits!"

Wu Song practiced more and more frantically, his fists whistling and his clothes soaked with sweat. He hated himself for being unable to protect his companions.

"..."

Haipiao stayed quietly beside Mo Zi, stroking her forehead from time to time, silently conveying his concern.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Feng Wuji stood aside, his face full of self-blame and regret, staring at Mo Zi motionlessly, as if all his strength had been drained away.

……

Another day passed, and suddenly a strange light appeared in the sky.

"Um?"

Bai Tang was the first to notice. He suddenly looked up and exclaimed:

"Look!"

The cats looked in the direction he pointed, and saw two streaks of light like meteors, with long tails, streaking across the sky and flying straight towards them.

The light was getting closer and closer, and everyone could see that they were actually two flutes, the two mysterious flutes of the Shen Sect.

"What's going on? Why are there two flutes floating over here? Did someone summon them?"

Xiaoqing was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

Da Fei looked puzzled and scratched his head:

"How did this flute get here?"

Wu Song also stopped practicing and stared at the flute vigilantly.

"Could this be summoned by the enemy? Everyone, be on guard, just in case!"

"Weng—"

Just as the cats were shocked, the flute instantly passed through the tent and went straight into Mo Zi's body.

"Oh no! The flute flew directly into the tent! Everyone, hurry up and stop it! Ahhhhhhhh!"

For a moment, the light in the tent was so bright that the cats could not open their eyes.

"What's wrong? What happened? Sister, is she okay?"

In the strong light, Xiaoqing frowned and tried hard to sense something.

When the light gradually dimmed, the members of the Xingluo squad walked into the tent cautiously.

"Wait! Everyone, wait a moment!"

Xiaoqing suddenly shouted, her voice full of shock and surprise.

"I feel it. This is my brother's power! This is my brother's power!"

She looked at Mo Zi, her eyes moistened again, and her voice trembled slightly:

"Is it my brother who is helping us? Yes, it must be my brother who is helping us, helping us! My sister is finally saved!"

"Oh my goodness, this is such great news for us!"

Bai Tang jumped up excitedly, with hope glittering in his eyes:

"Brother Mo Yun must be helping Sister A Zi. Sister A Zi will definitely wake up!"

Da Fei breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile on his face:

"That's great. Brother Mo Yun will definitely not let anything happen to Ah Zi."

"But I'm still so useless. I've learned so much but still can't find anything. In the end, I still have to rely on Brother Mo for help. I'm still such a failure..."

Wu Song's tense nerves finally relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

"It seems that the turning point has really come."

"Brother Mo, is this also within your calculations? What is the limit of your power? I'm so envious. How can I possess your powerful strength..."

After saying this, his mind flashed back to the powerful rhythmic force that he had briefly mastered during the decisive battle with the Shen Sect.

"!"

Haipiao had tears in his eyes, he held Mo Zi's hand tightly, his face full of joy.

Hope also ignited in Feng Wuji's eyes. He stepped forward and said in a trembling voice:

"Mo Zi, wake up quickly, this is all my fault."

The cats gathered around Mo Zi, waiting for her to wake up with anticipation.

"Okay, okay, don't get too excited, everyone. It seems that Brother Mo's power controlling these two flutes has begun to heal Mo Zi's body."

"So, you all don't need to stay here anymore, lest you disturb the two flutes. Isn't that right?"

At this moment, Mingyue saw everyone's excited expressions and couldn't help but stand up and interrupt them directly.

"That's right, that's right, everyone, please go out quickly and don't interrupt Sister A Zi!"

Bai Tang also said this with a smile, and then ran out quickly.

"You're such a fool, sister. Xiaoqing has been waiting for you to come back peacefully. Don't give up..."

As Xiaoqing finished speaking, all the cats slowly walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the sun shines through the clouds onto this war-torn land, as if heralding new hope.

As the flute merges into Mo Zi's body, a new change quietly begins on Maotu. No one knows whether it is a blessing or a curse.

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(I may be busy with some things in the next two days, so the number of updated chapters may be a little less, but I will always ensure 2000 words per day.)