Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

In a few days...

When the wind from the corridor came over with the fragrance of medicine, Mo Yun was holding Xiao Qing's hand and walking towards the west wing.

"Xiaoqing, your injury isn't completely healed yet~"

Xiaoqing's fingertips still carried the warmth of the kitchen - she had been standing by the medicine pot, staring at the bitter medicine bubbling out before she would leave.

"Brother, look, the medicine residue has sunk to the bottom."

Xiaoqing raised her face, and the red string on her braid swayed gently with her movements.

"The doctor said that if the medicine residue sinks slowly, it means that my sister's body hasn't gathered enough strength yet."

Mo Yun looked down at her and used his fingertips to tidy up her hair that was messed up by the wind.

"My body is gradually approaching its peak..."

The rhythmic power in his dantian was flowing slowly along his blood vessels. It was the power he had completely recovered in three days. When the cold invaded his body a few days ago, this power was like a trapped beast in an ice cellar, but now it was as gentle as a stream in early spring, and even his limbs were immersed in the warm feeling.

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, a very light cough was heard from behind the window lattice of the west wing - Mo Zi.

"Azi!"

The cough was like a thin needle, gently piercing the peace in his heart.

A thought suddenly came to his mind: He had always wanted to use his rhyme power to warm Mo Zi's meridians, but it was like using a clay pot to hold boiling water. If the force was a little stronger, it would hurt her already fragile meridians.

But now it’s different. The rhythmic power in his body is like a deep pool. It can be condensed into a supporting rock, and can also turn into drizzle that penetrates the cracks.

If he used his own Dantian as the source, and condensed his rhythmic energy into a bridge as thin as a spider's silk, with one end connecting to his own blood vessels and the other end probing into the dark purple meridians, it would be like two orchids with the same root sharing a single root system...

"elder brother?"

Xiaoqing tugged at his sleeve.

"You were staring at your sister's window for quite a while."

"..."

Mo Yun came back to his senses, and the power of rhythm at his fingertips trembled slightly in his palm.

He looked down at Xiaoqing, his voice trembling with an uncontrollable tremor:

"Go and give the medicine to my sister, and tell my mother I have something to say to her."

"!"

Xiaoqing's eyes lit up:

"Is it something that will make my sister feel better?"

"Yes."

Mo Yun straightened her clothes.

"But wait until mother comes."

"Azi..."

When he pushed open the door of the west wing, Mo Zi was leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through the "Herbal Classic" that he had read countless times.

The edges of the pages were already frayed, but she read very carefully, even using very light force when her fingertips touched the paper - this was a habit she developed after she became ill, always afraid of tiring herself out if she exerted even a little force.

"?"

"Brother is back!"

Mo Zi raised his head, his face still showing the paleness of long-term illness, but his eyes were brighter than before.

"Just now there was a dragon roar outside the courtyard. Was it you?"

"I took in the cold air."

Mo Yun sat down beside the bed and tucked the corner of the quilt into her elbow.

"I made you and mother worried a few days ago."

"..."

Mo Zi smiled and shook his head, but his fingertips unconsciously pressed on his chest.

The meridians there were always like frozen streams, causing dull pain at the slightest movement. Even after taking medicine for half a month, she could only barely sit for half an hour.

"Tap..."

She was about to speak when she heard footsteps outside the door. It was Molan who came in with freshly cut pear pieces.

"I've just stewed some candied pears. Ah Zi, have some first."

Mo Lan placed the white porcelain bowl on the bedside table. When he saw Mo Yun, his eyes were filled with warmth.

"Has Yun'er's coldness completely dissipated? Your hand was still cold when I touched it just now."

"Don't worry, mom, everything is fine."

Mo Yun held her mother's hand, and the warmth of her palm made Mo Lan visibly relieved.

He paused and looked at Mo Zi.

"Mom, I want to try to save my sister."

"?"

Moran paused.

Her fingertips were still on the porcelain spoon containing the pear pieces, and after a while she whispered:

"A few days ago, you were doing Qigong exercises for Ah Zi, and you vomited blood. The doctor said..."

"This time is different."

Mo Yun interrupted her, his eyes falling on Mo Zi's pale face.

"I want to use my rhythmic energy as a bridge to connect my dantian and my sister's meridians. My rhythmic energy can flow into her blood along this bridge, like a support for her meridians. Once she has accumulated enough strength, this bridge will naturally dissipate."

"boom!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden crisp sound of a celadon bowl falling to the ground outside the door.

It was Xiaoqing who came in with a bowl of medicine. The medicine splashed on her shoes, but she was completely unaware. She just stared at Mo Yun with wide eyes:

"Brother, are you saying... that you and sister should be like two trees growing together?"

"Uh……"

Mo Zi was also stunned, and his fingers gripped the spine of the "Herbal Classic" and exerted a little force:

"But the meridians are connected to the heart, what if..."

"Nothing unexpected."

Mo Yun's voice was steady. He raised his hand, and a strand of ice-blue light slowly floated up from his palm.

The light thread swayed gently in his palm, but never dispersed - this was what he had just tried in the corridor. Now his rhythmic power could be controlled freely.

"This bridge will only follow the meridians and will never touch the heart meridian. And I can disconnect it at any time."

"..."

Molan looked at the ray of light and her eyes gradually turned red.

She had spent the past half month with her two daughters looking through ancient books. She had seen more strange prescriptions than she had taken medicines, but had never heard of such a method.

But seeing the determination in Mo Yun's eyes, and the expectation curled up quietly at Mo Zi's fingertips, the words in her throat finally turned into a sigh:

"If you're confident, then give it a try. But if you feel any discomfort, stop immediately."

"..."

Mo Yun nodded, turned around and helped Mo Zi sit up straighter.

He asked Xiaoqing to move a stool and sit beside the bed, and asked Moran to guard the door - he knew that this method was too unbelievable, and if it was seen by outsiders, it would inevitably lead to criticism.

But he didn't expect that just as he put the light thread close to Mo Zi's collar, footsteps were heard outside the courtyard gate.

There are three elders.

"Cough cough..."

The leading elder with a white beard leaned on a jade staff, his face as gloomy as if it was about to rain:

"Mo Yun, your mother said you were going to make trouble?"

The two elders behind him also frowned, their eyes fixed on the light thread in Mo Yun's palm.

"The rhyme power of the Body Sect is most forbidden to intersect with other people's meridians. Have you forgotten your father..."

"Elder, I haven't forgotten."

Mo Yun didn't look back, the light from her fingertips had already touched Mo Zi's chest.

"But Ah Zi's meridians can't hold out for much longer. Medicinal herbs can only keep her alive, but she started coughing up blood last month. If we wait any longer..."

"That's not the way to do it!"

Another elder couldn't help but speak,

"If the rhyme force enters another person's meridians, both sides will suffer losses if you are not careful! You are the future leader of the Shen Sect, how can you risk your own foundation?"

"..."

When Mo Zi heard this, he suddenly grabbed Mo Yun's wrist:

"Brother, forget it."

Her fingertips were cold.

"I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Don't be afraid, Ah Zi."

Mo Yun held her hand with his backhand, and the warmth from his palm slowly seeped into her.

"look."

The light from his fingertips slowly seeped into the dark purple collar, like a very thin silver thread penetrating into her meridians.

Mo Zi shuddered at first, then opened his eyes wide in surprise - the warmth flowed in along the light thread, and it did not burn his meridians like before. Instead, it was like warm water flowing over a dry riverbed, and even the stagnation in his chest was relieved a lot.

"This……"

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

The three elders stood at the door, stunned.

They could feel Mo Yun's rhythmic power flowing into Mo Zi's body along the invisible bridge, without any disorder, just like a stream flowing naturally into a dry river.

The white-bearded elder's jade staff gently tapped the ground, and the anger in his tone gradually turned into disbelief:

"The power of rhyme can be so..."

"It's not Yunli who can do this, it's him who can do this."

Molan spoke softly, and the tears in her eyes finally fell.

"When he was forcing the cold out of his body these past three days, I discovered that his rhythmic energy carried a protective aura, unlike the rigid energy of ordinary disciples of the Body Sect."

As he spoke, the light in Mo Yun's palm became brighter and brighter.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, but he never looked away - he could clearly "see" the bridge of rhythmic power extending through the dark purple meridians:

In the blocked places, the rhythmic force slowly seeps in like a trickle; in the damaged places, the rhythmic force condenses into a thin membrane, gently wrapping those fragile veins.

Mo Zi's face gradually turned red, no longer the sickly pale color of the past.

She tried to raise her hand to reach the bowl of pears on the bedside table, and her fingers were much steadier than usual.

"Sister can pick up a spoon now!"

Xiaoqing suddenly cheered, with tears in her voice.

"Just now, my sister had to take a break three times while flipping through the book!"

The elders looked at each other in bewilderment. The white-bearded elder sighed and tapped his jade staff on the ground again.

"Well, be careful. If there's any movement, send someone to call us immediately."

They left after all, but their footsteps were much lighter when they left, and they were not as angry as when they came.

Mo Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the light on his fingertips gradually disappeared - he did not break the bridge, but simply let it hide in his blood.

From now on, his rhythmic power will follow Mo Zi like a shadow, flowing to her when she needs it, and staying quietly when she is at ease.

"Are you tired, brother?"

Mo Zi raised her hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The temperature of her fingertips was much warmer than before.

"Why are your hands still shaking?"

"Yes, I am happy."

Mo Yun smiled, holding her hand and pressing it against his heart.

"Listen, aren't our heartbeats almost as fast?"

Mo Zi's cheeks flushed, and she hummed softly. The sun shone through the window, falling on their clasped hands and fading the smell of medicine in the air.

"..."

Molan brought the freshly brewed tea and looked at the two children smiling at each other. Suddenly, she felt her eyes warm again.

The nights she endured, the medical treatment she sought, and the tears she shed all seemed to echo at this moment.

"..."

Xiao Qing lay on the bed, watching Mo Zi's face gradually turn red, and suddenly whispered:

"When Sister gets better, let's go to the back mountain to pick wild berries. She said she wanted to eat some, but she couldn't even walk to the foot of the mountain."

"Okay."

Mo Zi smiled and nodded, with a lighter tone than ever before in her voice.

"We have to ask our brother to pick the ones at the highest point for us. He is very strong now."

Mo Yun looked at the light in his sister's eyes, and suddenly felt that the Yun power in his dantian began to vibrate slightly again.

That's not tiredness, but satisfaction - just like the dry land finally waits for the rain, and the empty branches finally sprout new buds.

He knew that this bridge of rhythmic power needed to be gradually stabilized, and that Mo Zi's meridians needed to be nurtured day after day, but he was not in a hurry at all.

Because he can finally provide a stable world for his sister like a brother.

The wind was still blowing under the porch, and the medicinal fragrance was gradually mixed with the sweetness of candied pears.

"When Alan brought him back..."

The elders in the distance stood in the bamboo pavilion, looking at the warm light coming through the window lattice of the west wing. The white-bearded elder gently stroked his beard:

"Maybe... this child is really different."

Another elder nodded:

"The rhyme power of the Body Sect has always been about killing and protecting, but he can make the rhyme power give rise to the gentleness of protection. It is we who are old and have narrowed our horizons."

The sunlight grew brighter, casting tiny spots of light through the bamboo leaves.

In the west wing, Mo Yun was listening to Mo Zi telling stories about plants and trees that she had read in a book. Xiao Qing was lying beside her and had fallen asleep holding the corner of Mo Zi's clothes.

Molan sat at the table mending Xiaoqing's frayed cuffs, looking up at the three children from time to time, the smile on her lips slowly spreading like a spring flower.

This bridge formed by the power of rhyme not only connects the meridians of Mo Yun and Mo Zi, but also connects the hopes of the whole family.

And this hope will be like the wild berries in the back mountain, slowly bearing sweet fruits in the days to come.

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(I took Ye Xinxia as a reference for this...)