Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"..."

In the Changzong City Lord's Mansion, the green jade guzheng emits clear and melodious music.

The sect leader's bare hands brushed across the ice silk strings, and the melody of "Bamboo Sea Ballad" wrapped in the fragrance of bamboo leaves spread into the courtyard along the carved window lattices.

"Wong..."

Suddenly a cold wind blew by, and the copper bells on the eaves made a tiny trembling sound, resonating with the sound of the piano to create a strange rhythm.

"Sect Master, the ice-blue shadow in the west of the city three days ago..."

The white-haired old man's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and the tea soup in the cup created fine ripples.

"Many people say it's the remnants of chaos, and people are in panic on the streets."

"..."

The sect leader's fingertips paused, and his right hand, which was plucking the strings, hung in mid-air.

The originally soothing melody suddenly became passionate, and each note was like a silver bottle breaking, echoing in the room.

She looked at the sunlight reflected on the strings, a cloud of gloom gathered between her brows:

"Our sect has sent Yunwei to investigate thoroughly. It must be a cat that deliberately spread rumors."

Before he could finish his words, the carved wooden door slammed open and the guards stumbled in, their armor still stained with grass debris.

"Report...Report to the Sect Master! That blue light has appeared again! It's an ice dragon, flying towards the main city!"

"Zheng——"

The seven strings broke at the same time, and the broken strings bounced up like spirit snakes, drawing golden arcs in the air.

The sect leader pressed his jade hand hard on the vibrating zither body, and the jade pendant with rhythmic patterns on his wrist shone brightly. Strands of sound waves and rhythmic power spread along the patterns of the zither, and the whole zither was shining with brilliant brilliance.

She suddenly stood up, her wide moon-white sleeves fluttering, and the guzheng rose into the air and hung behind her. The rhythmic force flowing on the strings condensed into a tangible sound blade.

"Come with me to meet this unexpected guest."

Her voice was as cold as ice, and the sound waves and rhythmic energy surged around her. Wherever she passed, the air rippled, and the bamboo curtains in the corridor were lifted by an invisible force, rustling.

……

When the lead-gray clouds were torn apart by the ice dragon's claws, fine ice crystals poured down like a galaxy.

Mo Yun's translucent palms were deeply embedded in the dragon's head, and the flowing ice patterns on the armor and the light of the dragon scales intertwined into a net - three days ago when fighting against Zong, it was these hands that condensed an ice prison with a radius of hundreds of feet, suppressing the surging primordial chaos.

At this moment, his spirit body was still trembling slightly. The cold air seeping from the cracks in his armor and the scorch marks left on his palms silently told of the cruelty of the battle.

"..."

At the dragon's belly, Xiaoqing knelt on the dragon scales covered with animal skin, with her fingertips hovering in front of Baitang's forehead, not letting go for a long time.

Under the boy's pale skin, gray-purple lines spread like spider webs, and his breathing was so weak that it seemed like it would disappear at any time.

She clenched the jade flute that was dented by the corrosion of chaos. The sound waves that were broken that day still remained in the flute holes. It was clear that white sugar could resonate with heaven and earth, but in front of the core of chaos, the condensed sound wall instantly collapsed like thin paper.

"When we return to the sect, I will definitely use the best medicinal bath to help you..."

She murmured to herself, and the aqua-blue energy formed a small vortex at her fingertips, gently brushing across the boy's hot cheek.

Da Fei leaned against the protruding bone spurs on the dragon's belly and stroked the warm little jade pendant on his chest.

The water marks left by the sea drift shimmered in the moonlight, but they could not smooth out his frown.

"I shattered the dungeon dome with my vibrational rhyme,

He suddenly spoke, his voice as deep as a drum, his fists tensed with memories.

"But those dark golden Chaos Chains...suck away all power with just one touch."

The tail slapped the dragon scales unconsciously, and the charred burn on the tip of the tail was the mark of being instantly eroded by the chaos fire.

"If it weren't for Brother Mo Yun..."

"The Chaos Core will devour all forms of rhythmic energy."

Mo Yun's voice was as cold as ice, and her translucent body suddenly turned towards everyone.

The moonlight penetrated his armor, clearly illuminating the dark golden spots moving within his body. These were the residues left over from suppressing the chaos, being forced out of his body inch by inch by the ice veins.

"As I faced it, I could sense something peering from the depths of my consciousness...it was learning how we fight."

"Roar--"

Before he finished speaking, the ice dragon suddenly let out a long and clear roar.

Mist rolled in front of us, the iconic green city wall of Changzong was looming, and the "An" flag on the city gate fluttered in the wind.

Da Fei suddenly leaned forward, the jade pendant pressing against his chest, feeling hot.

"It's my mother's jade pendant with rhyme patterns!"

His tail swung violently, and the crisp sound startled the egrets in the bamboo forest.

"The leader must be waiting on the city wall!"

Xiaoqing looked in the direction he pointed, Yudi tapped her palm lightly, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"This time when we go back, we have to ask the Sect Master to prepare a special meal for us. Last time I taught her how to stew pork with bamboo shoots, but we haven't even tasted the finished product yet!"

She turned her head to look at Mingyue who was still meditating, her silver-white robe fluttering in the wind.

"Mingyue, when Baitang wakes up, shall we take him to see the Shenzong's special water lanterns?"

Mo Yun raised his hand and held down the slightly restless ice dragon, and the ice pattern on the armor suddenly lit up with a faint blue light.

As the dragon head slowly sank, the moon-white figure on the city wall became clearly visible - the sect leader held a green jade guzheng, and the rhyme-patterned jade pendant shone in the morning light, while the rhyme guards gathered behind him held up bamboo spears.

When the ice dragon crashed to the ground, she gently plucked a string, and the clear sound waves turned into invisible steps:

"My son, and the warriors of the Xingluo Squad... Changzong will welcome you home with the highest honors!"

"boom……"

Amid the shock of the ice dragon's thud to the ground, Da Fei had already rushed forward on the sound wave stairs condensed by the sect leader.

The wide moon-white sleeves wrapped him tightly, and the fragrance of bamboo fire tea mixed with the scent of mugwort in his mother's hair hit his face, but it was no match for the burning sensation coming from the small jade pendant in his arms - it was the eagerness to return home and the anxiety of impending departure.

"He's thinner and darker."

The clan leader's fingertips stroked the fresh wound on his son's face, and the jade zither resonated with a low whimper.

Behind her, the people of Changzong held up bamboo lanterns and gathered into a galaxy, but their cheers were interrupted by Mo Yun:

"Master, Baitang can't wait any longer."

A translucent figure stood at the dragon's head, and the cold air seeping from the cracks in the armor condensed into frost flowers.

Bai Tang's unconscious body twitched slightly in the dragon's belly, and the gray-purple lines had crawled to his heart;

Mo Zi curled up in the corner, unconsciously humming an out-of-tune nursery rhyme.

Xiaoqing's hand holding the jade flute turned pale:

"Brother, his temperature is dropping."

The sect leader's jade pendant with rhyme patterns glowed faintly, and his slender fingers lightly plucked the strings of the guzheng.

The clear sound waves transformed into flowing light bands, wrapping around the ice dragon to strengthen the barrier:

"The Water Rhythm of the Body Sect may be able to suppress the Chaos. Dafei should stay in the Singing Sect to recuperate."

She looked at Mo Yun's shattered spirit.

“Be careful on your journey.”

“That’s our home.”

Mo Yun's voice was like the breaking of ice. The ice dragon suddenly raised its head and roared, shaking off ice crystals like fireworks all over the sky.

He raised his hand to recall the suspended spear, and the ice pattern from the spear tip cut through the twilight.

"As long as we can save Bai Tang and Mo Zi, we will go on this journey no matter how dangerous it is."

Dafei looked at his mother's determined eyes and let go of the hand that was originally trying to grab the ice dragon.

His tail brushed the back of his mother's hand gently, and he whispered:

"Mother, I will help you protect the Chang Sect."

When the ice dragon soared into the sky, he stood on the city wall and watched the figure carrying his companions gradually become smaller until it disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

The evening breeze blew by, and the sect leader draped a cloak with body temperature on his shoulders. The jade zither sounded again, and this time the tune was full of care and blessings.