Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

As dusk spread over the top of the green cliff, the mountain wind was carrying the pine waves into the valley.

"Alas, I feel like I've calmed down again these past few days..."

Mo Yun sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone that was softened by the moonlight. Beneath him was a rock surface half covered with moss. Clear spring water seeped from the cracks and meandered along the stone lines into thin streams. The tinkling sound mixed with the soft sound of pine needles falling to the ground, as if the heaven and earth were breathing gently.

"Strength is also constantly nourishing my body..."

The rhythmic energy around him was visible - light blue spots of light came from the depths of the pine forest, swirled around the ends of his hair, and then sank into his dantian along the fingertips hanging between his knees.

"The moon washes over thousands of peaks, and my heart becomes as pure as the dew."

A thousand-year-old vine grew on the cliff, and night dew condensed on the drooping aerial roots, shining like a string of broken jade in the moonlight. Occasionally, a drop of dew fell and hit his shoulder, but was actually supported by the rhythmic power flowing through his body, hanging on the clothes and swaying gently, refusing to fall.

"Whoo~"

His eyelids were lowered, his long eyelashes casting a light shadow under his eyes, his lips were pressed into a straight line, his breathing was in sync with the mountain breeze, and even the tip of his tail was quietly sticking to the stone surface. Only the lavender fluff behind his ears trembled slightly with the flow of rhythm, like butterfly wings resting on cold jade.

The mountain breeze suddenly paused.

"!"

The originally peaceful rhythmic energy seemed to be disturbed by something, and the light spots surrounding his fingertips suddenly exploded, turning into tiny stardust and bouncing around.

Mo Yun's eyelashes trembled, and her long and even breathing suddenly stopped - the familiar chaotic breath with a sweet and fishy smell of rust was coming from the canyon in the southwest, winding towards the bamboo building in the valley like a dark snake.

"..."

What made him even more nervous was that in the chaos there was still a faint but familiar aura belonging to Bai Tang, but it had been eaten away by the black energy and was now shattered into pieces, flickering like a candle in the wind.

"..."

His eyes shot open.

There was still a faint blue halo of rhythmic energy flowing in his pupils, but at this moment it was instantly covered by a layer of coldness.

The rhythmic energy that had been lingering gently just now suddenly burst out from his body like a disturbed tide. The moss on the bluestone slabs condensed into white frost at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the winding stream froze half an inch, and tiny pieces of ice floated on the water surface.

The ancient pine trees on the top of the cliff seemed to be swept by an invisible cold air, and the pine needles fell down. Before they hit the ground, they froze into ice needles and were densely packed in the cracks of the rocks.

"Humph, you're really not afraid of death."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a chill as ice cracking. Before he finished speaking, the cat had already jumped up from the bluestone.

As his robe swept across the rock face, the night dew hanging on his shoulders instantly froze into ice crystals, fell to the ground, and shattered into even finer lights.

"I won't let you escape this time!"

Where his toes touched, a string of light blue ice flowers condensed in the air, and followed his figure towards the valley, and in an instant they connected into a cold light trail.

And just a few minutes ago—

The window of the bamboo building in the valley was half-open, and the evening breeze, carrying the fragrance of wisteria flowers, drifted in, brushing against the medical book spread out on the desk. Mo Zi sat at the desk, his left hand pressing on the pages, his right hand holding a wolf-hair brush, dipped in cinnabar, and gently dotting the acupuncture point map.

"Maybe this is why my brother is reading in the Drum Tower~"

"Studying occasionally might be helpful for future experience..."

When her fingertips passed over the word "heart meridian", her knuckles were still trembling slightly. That was the old state left over from the blockage a few days ago. Although Mo Yun had mostly cleared it over the past few days, it still turned light red when she exerted force.

"bell……"

The sound of the wind chimes under the eaves suddenly became silent, as if something had cut off the sound. The copper bell hung in the air, swayed twice and then froze. There was even a bit of black ash on the bell tongue, as if it had been smoked by foul air.

"..."

The moment Mo Zi looked up, a black shadow broke through the window.

The figure of "White Sugar" was wrapped in thick chaos. The originally bright yellow fur was soaked into dark brown by the black air. There were a few wisps of floating black mist entangled in his hair, which stretched, stretched and twisted like a living thing.

"you……"

There was a scarlet light surging in his pupils, but there was no focus, as if it was only chaos that was driving this body to open its eyes - the real Bai Tang's consciousness had long been sunk into the depths of darkness, and what was controlling his body at this moment was chaos's most primitive destructive desire, like a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for ten thousand years, wanting only to tear apart everything "alive" in front of it.

The weapon in his hand had turned pitch black at some point, and when they collided, it made a dull sound, like a death knell. Every sound caused dust to fall from the beams of the bamboo building.

"Mo Yun can protect you for a while, but can he protect you forever?"

His voice sounded like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, mixed with the unique hiss of chaos, like two voices tearing at each other in his throat.

"The medicine you've been taking these past few days is just to give you a few more breaths—"

"Black dragon..."

Black gas surged out from his palm and condensed into the shape of sharp claws in mid-air, carrying a fishy smell like rotten wood and heading straight for Mo Zi's heart.

"not good……"

Mo Zi subconsciously shrank back, and the cinnabar inkstone on the desk was knocked over, and the bright red cinnabar splashed onto the pages of the book, like a sudden bloom of blood.

She could see the struggle that flashed in Bai Tang's eyes - that was Bai Tang's remaining consciousness resisting, but that little bit of light was quickly swallowed up by the thicker black air, like a candle flame being extinguished in the palm of a hand by a strong wind.

"..."

When the black gas was only half an inch away from Mo Zi's throat, the sharp sound of mountain wind tearing the air suddenly came from outside the window.

When the black gas was only half an inch away from Mo Zi's throat, she suddenly froze.

The cinnabar spilled on the table was still seeping down, dyeing the word "Lingtai" red. She looked at the scarlet blood surging in "Bai Tang's" eyes. The black air seemed to have life and penetrated deep into his fur, and then overflowed from behind his ears and between his fingers, wrapping around him like a ball of endless ghost fire.

“Sugar…”

Mo Zi's voice was very soft, with a hint of weakness, but it penetrated the chaotic hissing.

"Will you really be infected by Chaos?"

"Bai Tang" paused, and the black energy in his palm shook, as if the rhythm was disrupted by the call.

The scarlet in his pupils suddenly shrank, and at that moment a very faint bright yellow, originally the color of white sugar, appeared, like a star submerged in ink.

But that little bit of light was quickly suppressed by the thicker black air. He grinned, revealing his sharp teeth, and his laughter was filled with chaotic turbidity:

"Faith? What is that? Can it withstand the bone-eating pain of chaos?"

"Have you forgotten the thought in your heart?"

Mo Zi did not retreat, his fingertips gripping the corner of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and even the old wound on his heart ached slightly, but he still spoke word by word.

"You're the one who once told us that as long as we have faith, we will definitely succeed."

She remembered it very clearly. At that time, when they were fighting against the clan, Bai Tang was practicing "Running Dragon". Although he was obviously injured all over, he held on to the equipment and smiled, saying that one day he would lead everyone to liberate Maotu and make Chaos never dare to raise his head again.

At that time, the light in his eyes was brighter than the copper bells on the edge of the stage, and even the sea breeze could not blow it away.

"Bai Tang"'s Adam's apple moved, as if two voices were fighting in his throat.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the sharp claws formed by black energy brushed past his dark purple temples. The strong wind blew away the medical book on the desk, and the pages rustled as if they were crying.

"Shut up……"

His voice was trembling, half of it was a chaotic roar, and half of it was Bai Tang's own struggle.

"Don't bother me with those nonsense..."

Mo Zi looked at his clenched fist. The black air leaking out from between his fingers was mixed with a little bit of bright yellow rhythmic power - that was Bai Tang's own power, and he was trying his best to fight against chaos.

Just like a lamp that is about to go out, even if there is only a spark left, it is still trying hard to burn upwards.

"look,"

Mo Zi's voice softened a little, with a barely perceptible sob.

"You still have something in your heart, right? You said you wanted to protect everyone, and that faith could split chaos..."

"Bai Tang" took a step back suddenly and bumped into the wall, and the wooden wall of the bamboo building made a dull sound.

He squatted down with his head in his hands, and black energy surged wildly around him, as if it wanted to tear his body apart from the inside out.

Mo Zi saw the fur behind his ears changing repeatedly between bright yellow and dark brown, and saw his hands hidden in his sleeves, tightly holding the black weapons, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"I don't……"

He murmured, as if trying to convince himself, or as if begging,

"I've long... forgotten..."

But the bright yellow light in his eyes lit up at this moment, as if he had heard Mo Zi's words and was trying hard to take root in the darkness.

Just then, the wind outside the window suddenly changed.

The evening breeze was no longer filled with the fragrance of wisteria, but was instead filled with the chill of ice, as if an iceberg had suddenly pressed into the valley.

"!"

Before Mo Zi turned around, he heard "Bai Tang" suddenly look up. The scarlet in his eyes instantly overwhelmed all the light, and he looked out the window with a bit of fear.

"he came……"

Chaotic consciousness completely took over, "Bai Tang" grinned, but there was tension in his voice.

"That's perfect, let's solve it together..."

Before he finished speaking, the whole bamboo building suddenly shook.

It was not the "white sugar" that hit the door, but an extremely cold rhythmic force that hit the door.

The force surged like a tsunami, with a determination to destroy everything together. It instantly froze half of the window frame, and even the black mist floating in the air was condensed into ice silk.

Mo Yun's voice came in wrapped in the cold air, as cold as ice:

"Try touching her."