Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

When the third silver needle was suspended above Dantian, Molan's fingertips were filled with the charm of water, but it was reluctant to let it fall.

"..."

"What should we do now? If this continues, Ah Zi will really become a useless cat..."

The Three Water Dragon Trapping Formation inside the tent was still trembling slightly, the blue, green, and white water patterns wrapped around the dark purple body. One could clearly see her tendons under the skin like frozen snakes, which should have stretched out as the nightmare dissipated.

But at this moment, he was even more tense than before the acupuncture - that was the body's instinctive resistance to "peeling off". Even when his mind was in a state of confusion, he was still desperately holding on to the last bit of familiar rhythmic power.

"mother……"

A sound suddenly rolled out from Mo Zi's throat, as weak as a leaky paper window.

Her eyelids trembled, and a little scattered light leaked from the slits of her eyes, falling on the bloody mark on the back of Molan's hand where she had pinched it.

"pain……"

The sound of "pain" was like a needle, piercing Molan's heart unexpectedly.

"Azi..."

She remembered the year when Mo Zi first learned to exercise martial arts. He was standing on tiptoe to reach the ice edge under the corridor, but his foot slipped and he fell on the bluestone slab. At that time, he also groaned and cried out "pain", his voice as soft as a ball of cotton.

But now the pain was like broken glass, cutting the eardrums tight.

"This is the only solution..."

"It's almost over, Ah Zi, just bear with it for now."

Molan's voice was trembling louder than a silver needle. Her fingertips wiped the cold sweat on her daughter's forehead. The skin there was as cold as if it was soaked in ice water.

"!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tendons in his dantian suddenly jumped, as if something hot was about to burst out of his flesh.

"Uh……"

Mo Zi's body instantly arched up, and the water ripples of the Three Water Dragon Trapping Formation were shaken violently. The three elders groaned at the same time, and the water rhythm at their fingertips almost collapsed.

"It's now!"

The white-bearded elder shouted urgently.

"!"

Molan closed her eyes tightly, and the silver needle finally pierced down.

“Ah! No more! No more!”

"what……"

The shrill screams were like silk cut by a knife, instantly tearing through the deathly silence in the tent.

"Uh--"

Mo Zi's body twitched violently in the water ripples, and suddenly fine beads of blood oozed out of his seven orifices, flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the water ripples, actually forming dark red flowers.

"!"

But in this extreme pain, her dilated pupils suddenly shrank.

"...Brother's figure..."

Her voice suddenly changed tone. It was no longer a crazy cry, but more like the whisper of a child.

"elder brother……"

Memories suddenly surged out, like a wound torn open by this sharp pain. It was the snowy day when she was five years old. Mo Yun held her hand and stood under the eaves. The ice dragon peeked out from the clouds, and the frost on its scales fell into her palm, cool but not biting. Mo Yun smiled and said:

"Azi's rhythmic power will be like the scales of an ice dragon, tough and shiny."

"Brother...don't touch..."

The fingertips suddenly curled up unconsciously, as if trying to grab something.

That was when she was six years old. She was secretly practicing high-level water rhyme techniques. Her rhyme power went astray and she rolled on the ground in pain. Mo Yun squatted down to help her regulate her breathing and pressed his fingertips on her dantian. The warm ice rhyme seeped in little by little, like spring snow melting on frozen soil.

"Don't be afraid. You need to cultivate your rhythmic power. You can't rush it."

His voice was right beside my ear, so clear that I could smell the scent of cedar on the corner of his sleeve.

"No... my rhythm..."

The severe pain was still drilling into the gaps between the bones, but the memories that had been gnawed into blur by the nightmare in the heart became vivid in the pain.

"Haha, our little Ah Zi is the best. I didn't expect that water could freeze into ice so quickly—"

"Xixi, this is all thanks to brother. I have always listened to him..."

"Well, you're awesome~"

On her birthday, she used her rhyme power to condense ice flowers for the first time. Mo Yun clapped her hands and laughed. Mo Lan stood in the corridor and looked at her. The light in her eyes was warmer than the candlelight.

"Haha, mother, look, this is what my brother taught me~"

"Not bad~"

At that time, the rhythmic energy flowed through her meridians like little fish swimming, light and lively, and was the most familiar friend in her body.

Now this friend is about to be taken away abruptly.

“No…give it back to me…”

Mo Zi suddenly struggled violently, with such great strength that he actually created a crack in the water ripples of the Sanshui Dragon Trapping Formation.

"No, please let me go..."

Her nails scratched the ripples in the water, and the skin on her fingertips had long been worn away. Now blood oozed out, mixing with the light in the ripples, like rubies broken in the water.

"Azi!"

Molan tried to hold her down, but she pushed her away.

"!"

Mo Zi's eyes widened, and the pupils were no longer filled with empty white mist, but reflected the tassels on the top of the tent - silver threads wrapped with pearls, which looked very much like the scales of an ice dragon.

She remembered this because she had begged Molan for it, saying that she wanted her brother to see it first thing when he came back.

"Brother...I'll wait for you..."

Tears suddenly burst out, not because of pain, but because of panic.

She could feel the familiar rhythmic energy flowing out along the silver needle, like water leaking through fingers, unable to be caught or retained.

That was the mark of her training with her brother, the reason why she could boast in front of Xiaoqing that "my rhythmic power is more stable than yours", and the most vibrant part of her body.

Now it's gone.

"Mom... stop..."

Her voice was filled with tears, but it was a hundred times clearer than before.

"I'm in pain... Yunli is crying..."

"!"

Molan's hand froze in mid-air, with the silver needle still inserted in her dantian, but she suddenly didn't dare to move.

She could see the clarity in her daughter's eyes - a clarity that was pulled back from the nightmare of her heart by the severe pain, with childlike fear and grievance, like a kitten whose favorite toy was taken away.

"..."

The copper bell outside the tent rang again at some point. The wind blew through the corridor and this time it actually came in, carrying with it the cool fragrance of the magnolia outside the hall.

"..."

Mo Zi's struggle gradually weakened, not because of exhaustion, but because the familiar warm current was disappearing bit by bit.

Her eyes began to look empty again, but the corners of her mouth twitched as she repeated two words:

"Brother...Brother..."

That was the last bit of warmth in her memory, and the clearest mark when Yun Li was still there.

“Is this such a good idea?”

Molan looked at her daughter's pale face and suddenly raised her hand to press her dantian.

"Yun'er, is it wrong for mother to do this?"

The steady flow of water there was the foundation of her decades of practice. She suddenly didn't dare to think about it - if one day, someone wanted to strip all of this from her body, would she be like Ah Zi, in so much pain that even her mind was shattered, but still clinging to the last bit of light in her memory.

"Palace Master A Zi..."

The three elders held their breath, the dark purple in the water ripples completely stopped moving, only the tears in the corners of their eyes were still slowly flowing down, dripping onto the water ripples and dissolving silently.

"Ugh……"

Molan slowly pulled out the silver needle. The blood drop on the needle tip was wrapped in a very light gray gas - the nightmare was indeed gone.

"..."

But as she watched the faint rise and fall of her daughter's chest, she suddenly felt that the silence in the tent was more suffocating than the screams just now.

"Mother Rong,"

Her voice was hoarse as if it had been soaked in water.

"Get the best warm jade and place it on her dantian."

At least, let her feel a little warmth in the rest of her days.

Even that warmth is no longer the familiar rhythm.

When the warm jade just touched the dark purple dantian, her fingertips moved almost imperceptibly.

That bit of coolness seeped in through the pajamas. It was not as lively as the flow of rhythmic energy, but it was like a jade pendant warmed by body temperature, finally leaving a real touch in the empty meridians.

"Why is this happening..."

Xiaoqing lay on the edge of the bed, staring at her sister's pale face, and suddenly saw the dark purple eyelashes tremble - not the unconscious twitching before, but like the flapping of butterfly wings, gently lifted half an inch.

"elder sister?"

She called out tentatively, her voice as soft as a feather.

A little light leaked out from Mo Zi's eyes. It was foggy at first, but gradually became clearer and fell on Xiao Qing's bandaged right arm.

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(That's about it, I can't do it anymore anyway. The stupidity is purely because the chaos attached to it interferes with her normal thinking. It's like chewing gum, it sticks tightly. Otherwise, there would be no need to use the peeling method to forcibly peel the two things out together. However, the only problem is that this place is like being peeled out like a bone, it's still too painful...)