Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

A few days later, the sect's tranquility was broken by a sudden change.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning had not yet completely dispelled the chill of the night. Mo Yun, the gentle and elegant brother who always protected his sister and the sect with a calm attitude, suddenly felt an abnormality in the power in his body.

"What's going on? Why is the rhythmic energy in my body starting to become restless?"

Mo Yun began to feel that the Yun force in his body was out of control and he lost his balance.

It was an unprecedented feeling of imbalance, as if the rhythmic power he had carefully cultivated in his body, the power that had provided him with shelter in times of crisis and helped him break through bottlenecks countless times, now began to flow and dissipate uncontrollably.

At first, Mo Yun only felt a slight fluctuation, slowly moving through his meridians. He tried to use his profound internal strength to guide this power back on track, but was surprised to find that this power seemed to have its own will. Instead of calming down, it became more turbulent.

"What's going on? Isn't this the last gift the system left me? How could this happen? I can't control it anymore."

Mo Yun forcibly controlled the turbulent rhythmic power in his body.

A faint glow gradually appeared beneath his skin, which was a sign that the rhythmic energy in his body was out of control. Circles of soft and mysterious light emanated from his body, enveloping him in a warm glow.

"Oh, what's going on in that direction? Why is there such a huge beam of light again?"

"Who knows? Maybe someone's rhyme power has broken through again."

"That's right. After all, we are the strongest sect. Wouldn't it be great to have a few more geniuses like Master Shou?"

"Hahaha, you're absolutely right."

"But do you feel that this rhythmic power is a bit strange? Why do I feel that it has a sense of restlessness? Isn't the rhythmic power of our body sect as gentle as water?" Suddenly a female disciple said this.

"That's right, what he said makes a lot of sense. I feel it too."

"Let's go check it out together. Maybe something big has happened or they need our help."

The disciples in the Shen Sect were attracted by this strange sight and cast concerned glances at him.

But Mo Yun knew very well that he could no longer care about anything in the outside world at this moment. He had to concentrate all his energy to deal with this sudden crisis.

Mo Yun tried various methods to stabilize the rhythmic power in his body, from the basic breathing method to the most profound mental method in the sect, he tried them all. However, all efforts seemed to be in vain.

As time went by, the aperture became more and more dazzling, but Mo Yun's face became paler and paler.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and deep worry was locked between his brows.

He knew that if he didn't find a solution, this out-of-control rhythmic energy would probably completely devour him and even endanger the safety of the entire sect.

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Just as Mo Zi was immersed in the melodious melody of the guzheng, her fingertips lightly plucked the strings, and each note seemed to carry her emotions and thoughts, slowly spreading in the air.

However, this tranquility and harmony was ruthlessly broken by a sudden energy fluctuation.

The fluctuation did not come from the outside world, but from deep within her heart. An indescribable uneasiness and fear instantly surged into her heart, like dark clouds covering the sun, making her world instantly lose its color.

A strong premonition surged in Mo Zi's heart. The feeling was so strong that she had to stop playing. She pressed her trembling hands on the strings, letting the unfinished notes echo in the air and gradually dissipate.

Her gaze penetrated the tightly closed window frames, as if it could penetrate through numerous obstacles and reach the place where her brother Mo Yun was in seclusion.

An inexplicable connection was quietly established between her and her brother, allowing her to vaguely sense her brother's current predicament and struggle.

"Brother..." Mo Zi called softly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

"bump"

The guzheng was knocked to the ground by her

Without a moment's hesitation, she immediately stood up and hurried through the sect's corridor. Every step seemed to step on her heartstrings, heavy and rapid.

Mo Zi's heart was filled with worry and anxiety. She was afraid that everything she had anticipated would come true, and she was even more afraid of losing her brother who always silently guarded her.

Finally, Mo Zi arrived at the secret room where her brother was in seclusion. The door was tightly closed, but it couldn't stop the strong impulse in her heart.

She took a deep breath and pushed the door open, and what she saw was a scene that made her heartbroken.

"Everyone, look at the Young Master. What's wrong? He seems very abnormal!"

"Isn't this Yunli getting out of control? Damn it, damn it, I feel so scared by this power, I hope I won't die."

The disciples who gathered around looked at this and talked about it.

"To shut up"

Mo Zi suddenly shouted to the disciples who were discussing outside, but immediately looked back into the secret room.

Mo Yun was lying on the cushion in the center of the secret room, his whole body tightly wrapped in the soft and mysterious halo. The light in the halo was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if it was a direct manifestation of the loss of control of his internal Yun power.

His face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and a look of deep pain and helplessness etched between his brows. His hands were clenched into fists, veins bulging, as if he was waging a desperate battle against some force within his body.

"Brother!" Mo Zi could no longer suppress her inner emotions. She rushed forward and knelt beside Mo Yun, gently stroking her brother's cheeks with her hands, trying to give him a little comfort with her warmth.

However, Mo Yun's pain at this moment seemed to have exceeded his endurance limit. He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a glint of despair and struggle in his eyes.

"Azi..." Mo Yun's voice was hoarse and weak. He tried to force a smile to comfort his sister, but the pain made it extremely difficult for him to speak.

Suddenly, he let out a heart-wrenching cry, which contained too much unwillingness and helplessness, as if he wanted to pour out all the pain and despair.

With this shout, Mo Yun's body trembled violently, and then he fell weakly into his sister's arms, completely losing consciousness.

Mo Zi hugged her brother tightly, tears rolling down her face like pearls from a broken string. She felt the uncontrolled rhythmic power in her brother's body gradually dissipating, but the weakness and powerlessness made her feel unprecedented despair.

"Brother, you can't be in trouble..." Mo Zi prayed silently in her heart. She knew she couldn't fall down. She had to be strong, for her brother and for the entire sect. She held her brother's hand tightly, afraid that he would suddenly leave her...

Feeling the accelerated loss of rhythmic power in his brother's body, Mo Zi's heart seemed to be torn apart.

She clung tightly to Mo Yun's body, trying to use her warmth and strength to retain the fading light of life.

However, her own newly awakened rhythmic power seemed so small and powerless in the face of this uncontrolled power. Mo Zi realized that she alone could not save her brother from danger.

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, and every drop carried her helplessness and despair.

But in this despair, a spark of hope suddenly ignited in her heart.

"Yes, and mother!" She raised her head suddenly, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

As the sect leader, my mother not only possesses profound cultivation, but also extraordinary wisdom and leadership. She will definitely find a way to save my brother!

Thinking of this, Mo Zi quickly wiped away her tears and gently placed her brother Mo Yun on the ground, making sure he was in a relatively safe position.

Then she stood up, took a deep breath, and decided to go to her mother immediately. She knew that time was running out and every moment of delay could put her brother in greater danger.

Mo Zi rushed out of the secret room like an arrow, her steps firm and quick, with only one thought in her mind - to find her mother and save her brother!

She traveled through every corner of the sect, but the familiar scenes became blurry and distant in her eyes.

Her heart was filled with worry about her brother and uncertainty about the future, but this worry did not stop her. Instead, it became her motivation to move forward.

Finally, Mo Zi arrived at the palace where her mother lived. She pushed open the palace door without hesitation and saw her mother sitting on the throne in the center of the hall, with her eyes closed, as if she was aware of all the changes in the outside world.

However, when Mo Zi appeared in front of her, her tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a majesty and concern that could not be underestimated.

"Azi, why are you so panicked?" The mother's voice was gentle and powerful, as if it could penetrate all the noise and impetuousness.

"Mother!" Mo Zi threw herself into her mother's arms, tears welling up in her eyes again, "My brother...something happened to him! The rhythmic energy in his body is out of control and is rapidly draining away... I...I don't know what to do..."

When the mother heard this, her face suddenly changed. She immediately stood up, put her hands on Mo Zi's shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "Take me to see him."

Mo Zi nodded and quickly returned to his brother's secret room with his mother.

Along the way, she told her mother everything she knew, including the helplessness and despair of awakening her rhyme power but being unable to treat it. After hearing this, her mother's eyes flashed with a complex emotion, but more of it was determination and resoluteness.

When they returned to the secret room again, Mo Yun was still lying there, breathing weakly, and the fire of life seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Without hesitation, the mother went forward to check Mo Yun's injuries and began to use her profound skills to find a way to treat him.

Mo Zi stood aside, nervously watching her mother's every move. She knew that this was her brother's only hope.

She prayed silently, hoping that her mother could find a way to save her brother and restore his health and vitality.

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(P.S. This is normal. After all, I was only away for a few months last time. I was just trying to improve my mindset during those few months. Bai Tang has been through so many battles, and wouldn't there still be some significant side effects when he first advanced? So this is normal.)