Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

As the night fell and the stars twinkled, Mo Zi returned to the sect with brisk steps, his heart filled with the fun things that happened in the teaching house today and the joy of challenging himself.

As soon as he entered the door, his parents' loving eyes greeted him warmly. Mo Zi couldn't wait to tell them everything he had seen and heard that day, as well as his own clumsy but sincere efforts.

"Father and Mother, do you know what? I almost gave up at the Music Academy today." Mo Zi deliberately kept it a secret, her eyes gleaming with mischief and anticipation. My father's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing this, but then relaxed. He gently patted my shoulder with his broad hand, his eyes filled with encouragement: "Azi, we Mo family children never give up easily. Your attempts are more precious than any success."

Mo Zi nodded, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. Then, mustering the courage, she confessed her clumsy performance on the guzheng. Speaking of her forced performance, the off-key notes and unfamiliar fingerings, Mo Zi blushed. However, my mother wasn't as harsh as I'd imagined. Though her face was expressionless, her deep eyes revealed her deep hope and encouragement for me.

"Azi, music is an expression of emotion, a dialogue of the soul." Mother's voice was soft but firm. "Although you are a beginner, your love and dedication to music are enough to move people. There is no need to rush for success. Incorporating our Shen Sect's skills into it may help you find your own melody."

Her mother's words were like a beacon, illuminating Mo Zi's path. Suddenly, Mo Zi realized the subtle connection between music and martial arts. Just as Mo Zi was lost in thought, Mo Yun's voice suddenly rang out, shattering the silence in the room.

"Azi, let me show you how." Mo Yun walked over with a smile, her eyes full of warmth and encouragement. Mo Zi nodded, looking at her brother as he walked towards the guzheng with expectation.

As Mo Yun's fingers gently touched the strings, an indescribable magic instantly permeated. Mo Yun's body seemed shrouded in a thin layer of mist, the aura undulating with the movement of his fingers, emitting a faint, rhythmic light of enchanting beauty. Even more astonishing, as my brother immersed himself in the playing, a mysterious resonance seemed to form between his fingers and the strings, as if an invisible sound wave pierced the air and reached me.

The sound waves were not aggressive at all, but were like a spring breeze, gently wrapping me and bringing me into a whole new state of mind.

Mo Zi felt as if she were in a tranquil valley, surrounded by lush trees, the sound of a clear stream, the chirping of birds, and the fragrance of flowers, a scene that was both refreshing and relaxing. In this peaceful world, Mo Zi felt the true meaning of music—it is not just a collection of notes, but a flow of emotions and a touch of the soul.

Mo Yun's playing was like a brilliant guide, leading Mo Zi across the boundary between reality and fantasy. Ah Zi closed her eyes, letting her mind soar freely with the melody. In that moment, Mo Zi forgot the passage of time, forgot everything around her, and simply wanted to immerse herself in this pure and beautiful feeling.

When the last note slowly fell, Mo Zi slowly opened his eyes, only to see Mo Yun looking at him with a smile. Mo Yun's eyes gleamed with satisfaction and approval, as if to say, "A Zi, look, you can do it too." Mo Zi took a deep breath, his heart filled with unprecedented confidence and strength.

"Brother, how did you do it?" I couldn't help but ask, with curiosity and desire in my eyes.

Mo Yun smiled slightly, walked over to me, and gently patted my shoulder: "Azi, the secret is actually in your heart. As long as you feel the rhythm and tempo of the music with your heart, integrate the skills of the body sect into it, and let the internal force flow through your fingertips, you can create your own melody. Remember, music is the language of the soul. It can transcend all boundaries and resonate with every listener."

Mo Yun's words were like sweet dew, nourishing Mo Zi's heart and strengthening her love and pursuit of the guzheng. I know I still have a long way to go, but I am ready to face the challenges and opportunities that lie ahead.

"Azi, the look in your eyes has told me now. I believe you can do better."

Mo Yun gently touched her sister's head

"But it's late now. We should go to bed and not disturb Father and Mother anymore."

Mo Yun said softly to her sister

"Okay, brother. But can you sleep with me tonight? I still want to hear your stories."

Mo Zi pulled her brother's sleeve and shook it gently.

"Stories, all right. Come on, I'll tell you enough today."

Mo Yun smiled gently at her sister.

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The moonlight was like a wash, gently pouring down, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze. It penetrated the night silently, shrouding everything in a faint, soft glow.

The shadows of the trees swayed gently in the breeze, whispering to each other beneath the moonlight. The lake rippled with delicate silver ripples, a dreamlike tranquility and depth. Looking up at the sky, the bright, flawless moon seemed to wash away all the dust of the world, inviting one to daydream and lose oneself in this tranquil and beautiful night.

"Brother, look at how beautiful the night view is! Tell me a story from another world!"

Mo Zi lay in her brother's arms and said softly

"Isekai, why do you want to hear stories from another world?"

Mo Yun did not refute, but asked softly

"No, it's just a random thought. I always feel that there is another world that echoes ours. There are many things in the world that are similar, so this world should have similarities too."

Mo Zi blinked her cute big eyes, looked at the moon outside the window and said

"Really? As expected of my sister in this world, she's really smart!"

Mo Yun thought in his heart

"Okay, I'll tell you then."

Mo Yun looked up at the moon outside the window, thinking about something.

Mo Yun smiled faintly, a tender feeling welling up in his heart. He decided to use this quiet night to weave a dream for her from another world - the Douqi Continent.

"Deep in the distant universe, there lies a world without rhythmic energy fluctuations or dazzling magic. It's called the Dou Qi Continent. The people there rely on the Dou Qi flowing within their bodies to battle nature and pursue ultimate power. Dou Qi is both their survival necessitated and the wings that fuel their dreams."

My sister listened, fascinated, her eyes wide, as if she had been transported to that magical world by my words. "There, there lived a young man, of humble origins, but with great ambition. Day after day, year after year, he diligently trained, finally reaching the pinnacle of his fighting spirit. With his own hands, he created countless miracles, safeguarding the peace and tranquility of the continent."

"He is also a genius, but due to an accident, he returned to the original third stage of Dou Qi."

"Ah, brother, why do you have the strength to move backwards?"

Mo Yun touched his sister's head and continued

"Later, a family called the Nalan family came to cancel the engagement... He shouted a slogan that shocked the world and became his famous saying: 30 years in the east, 30 years in the west, don't despise the young and poor..."

Mo Yun spoke softly, but found that her sister had fallen asleep.

"Are you asleep? Ah Zi, it's so nice to have you by my side."

Mo Yun gently kissed her sister's face

"When I reach the pinnacle of this world, I will definitely take you to my world for a good trip."

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(ps: There's nothing interesting about this chapter. Do you see the sea over there? All the water in there was put in by me (??w??) Congratulations on reaching 10 words)