Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

On the bustling streets, people's emotions were still boiling, and the constant discussions were carried by the sea breeze, mixing the damp salty taste with the burning concern.

"All right……"

Seeing this, Xiaoqing quickly raised her hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and her clear voice was soothing:

"Fellow villagers! Everyone calm down first!"

Her fingertips gently stroked the dark purple hair that was messed up by the sea breeze, and she could smell the lingering smell of gunpowder in her hair.

"The most important thing now is to get my sister treated. Although the chaos has receded, the remaining turbid energy is still corroding her meridians!"

"..."

The four captains of the guards also acted quickly, their silver armor glowing coldly in the moonlight.

The leader took a half step forward, his voice like a bell:

"Everyone! Palace Master A Zi is injured and cannot be delayed! Please clear the main road. We need to take her to the Sect Palace immediately! The Sect Master has prepared a healing array. Every moment of delay will increase the danger!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to stop several people who tried to follow him.

"The Palace Masters understand everyone's intentions, but if we approach rashly at this moment, we will disrupt the healing barrier!"

The cats were swaying like a tide. At this moment, a trembling voice came from the crowd:

"But... why can't I see Young Master Mo Yun? Didn't he come back? That blue light that illuminates the entire sea area is clearly..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd that had originally quieted down became agitated again. The white-haired old woman clutched the faded prayer rope, the young warrior gripped the unsheathed sword at his waist, and countless pairs of eyes stared at Xiaoqing with expectation and confusion.

"Yeah, you're absolutely right. Why haven't we seen the Young Sect Master?"

"It's impossible that he was defeated by Chaos, right?"

Xiao Qing's throat tightened, and the image of her brother before he disappeared appeared in front of her eyes again.

She took a deep breath and let her voice spread in all directions wrapped in the sea breeze:

"Brother... condensed the scattered rhyme into a sharp blade and severed the Chaos Core, but his energy was excessively depleted and he needs to retreat to recuperate."

She raised her hand and took out the jade flute. The faint light flowing from the flute was like twinkling stars.

"Before he left, he entrusted this rhyme to me, saying that the remnants of Chaos had not yet been eliminated, and he wanted to retreat for a while to figure out how to deal with it."

The cats gasped one after another. The old man selling tea muttered with red eyes:

"Young Sect Master is always like this..."

Feng Fusheng took the opportunity to raise his arms and shout:

"Everyone! The Young Sect Master has used his body as a shield to protect us. Now we should guard the city gates and investigate any hidden dangers! When the Palace Master returns, he will see a solid and impregnable Sect!"

As the guards began to arrange patrols and alerts in an orderly manner, the people gradually dispersed, but some cats still stopped and looked in the direction of the central palace, praying in a low voice for Ah Zi's safety and the young master's speedy return.

"..."

Xiaoqing hugged Mo Zi tightly in her arms and walked quickly forward surrounded by guards.

The moonlight stretched her shadow very long, overlapping with Mo Zi's figure, as if she was the little girl who followed her brother to learn rhyme, and now she is back in the most secure arms. She lowered her head and gently kissed Mo Zi's cold forehead, silently saying in her heart:

"Brother, leave my sister to me. When you return, our home will be stronger than before."

On the bluestone road, Xiaoqing and the other cats were walking farther and farther away, while Mo Zi in her arms was still muttering to himself. The four captains of the guards were looking around vigilantly, their figures were stretched out in the moonlight and gradually blended into the night.

The people stood on tiptoe, stretched their necks, and followed the familiar figure closely with their eyes until they could no longer see it. Some people were still reluctant to leave, and gathered in groups of three or two, looking in the direction of the central palace, standing for a long time.

……

"This damned bunch of Chaos!"

Someone cursed again, and the suppressed anger was instantly ignited again.

The fishmonger kicked a stone on the roadside fiercely, and the flying gravel hit the wall with a crisp sound:

"Palace Master A Zi has become like this because of us, and the Young Sect Master has gone into seclusion somewhere. Sooner or later, we will have to settle this account with Hundun!"

His words seemed to ignite a powder keg, and the people around him echoed him, cursing one after another.

The old man leaned on the cane he had picked up again, his cloudy eyes filled with regret and resentment:

"Back then, the Young Sect Master led us to repel foreign enemies and protect the peace of our sect. Now, Palace Master A Zi is risking his life to seal the chaos..."

His voice was choked with sobs, and he raised his cane and pointed it at the sky.

"As long as the chaos is not eliminated, our sect will never have peace!"

In the crowd, several young warriors clenched their fists, with water rhyme surging in their palms:

"We can't just sit there and wait! I'm going to gather my brothers and patrol the surrounding sea areas to prevent the remnants of Chaos from taking advantage!"

As soon as this was said, many cats responded and offered to join the patrol team to protect their homes.

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As the night deepened, the crowds on the streets slowly dispersed, but a suppressed yet resolute atmosphere still hung in the air. Lights in every household gradually dimmed, leaving only scattered curses and gnashing oaths drifting across the sea breeze above the Shenzong, revealing the people's respect for the Palace Masters and their deep-seated hatred for Chaos.

They knew that their forbearance at this moment was for a counterattack in the future, and as long as everyone in the sect was united, there would be no difficulties that could not be overcome.

Xiaoqing felt that the journey of half a minute was so long that it seemed to span four seasons.

The temperature of Mo Zi in her arms gradually cooled down, causing cold sweat to seep out of her hands that were holding the jade flute.

When the towering ink

The palace finally appeared before their eyes. The moonlight cast a cold glow on the water-patterned reliefs on the eaves. The four captains of the guards stopped in tacit understanding.

"Palace Master Xiaoqing, the Sect Master is waiting in the pavilion."

Kneeling on one knee, the silver armor glowed faintly in the night.

"The barrier here is solid. We will immediately deploy defenses on the periphery."

The guards behind him saluted at the same time, their movements were in unison, but they couldn't hide their worry for Mo Zi in their eyes.

Xiaoqing nodded mechanically, feeling as if her throat was clogged with a ball of cotton soaked in sea water.

She watched the guards turn and leave, the sound of armor clashing gradually dissipating at the corner of the corridor, and only then did she realize that her nails were almost digging into her palms.

Mo Zi's unconscious murmurs were particularly clear in the silence, carrying the salty taste of sea water and the fishy smell of the remaining chaos, mixed with the aroma of medicine wafting from the hall, dragging her back to those days and nights of bloody battles.

"Sister, we're home."

She whispered

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(The author has been taking exams at school for the past five days. In fact, he hasn't written anything in the past few days. He has only posted drafts. He just got home today, but now he is ready to look for a job, so there may be a break in the update. I'm saying hello in advance...)