Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

After taking a few steps forward on the light strip, Bai Tang suddenly gasped and rubbed the back of his head vigorously. It was as if he had been violently hit by the foul air left in the chaos. His temples were throbbing, and fragmented images came to his mind:

The iron chains in Shenzong's water dungeon gleamed with a cold glow, Wu Song waved his whistle stick to block the sparks from the chaos for him, Da Fei shouted "I'll carry it" in a rough voice as he pulled him behind him, and... and the sight of Brother Mo Yun standing in front of him holding a spear, the tip of the spear so bright that it made his own shadow tremble.

He looked down at his feet, his steps stopped suddenly, and he almost sat down on the stone slab.

The end of the light band is not just an ordinary broken wall?

It was clearly a huge bronze gong half embedded in the soil. The copper surface of the gong was covered with a thin layer of dust, but the edges still glowed with a dark golden light. Even the dents on the edge of the gong from years of bumps were clearly visible - it was a gong from the early Yuan Dynasty!

It was when he first settled in Dongqiang Town with the Xingluo Squad that he squatted at the town entrance and stared at the Yuanchu Gong for a long time! The golden light just now actually flowed out from the tiny crack in the heart of the gong, flowing down along the gong surface, and forming a warm spot of light on the ground.

"Why are you here..."

Bai Tang was completely stunned. His claws unconsciously scratched the dirt on the edge of the gong. When his knuckles rubbed against the cold copper surface, his fingertips trembled.

"Wasn't I in the Body Sect? I fought with those troublesome Chaos... and then... I seemed to fall into the water? Or was I hit by something?"

He frowned and tried hard to think, but his mind was like a ball of water-soaked cotton wool, and it was muddy and dazed.

He only remembered the last burst of pain - it was not the pain of being bitten by Chaos, but a sudden burning pain in his lower back, like a ball of fire drilling into the bones. The pain was so severe that he couldn't even hold the Bell of Justice. His eyes went black and he knew nothing.

"Where are Sister Xiaoqing and the others?"

He squatted beside the gong and looked around, even peeking through the cracks in the wall behind it.

"They can't be hiding behind the gong, right? The Shen Sect was in such chaos back then, would they..."

He didn't dare say the second half of the sentence. His heart was pounding with panic, and he used his claws to pick off the dirt on the edge of the gong.

"And Brother Mo Yun, you..."

He suddenly turned to look at Mo Yun, his amber eyes misty.

"I think I saw you holding a gun... Are you going to help me fight Chaos? But why do I remember... remember the tip of the gun was pointing at me?"

As soon as the words came out, he quickly shook his head.

"No, no, I must have remembered it wrongly. How could Brother Mo Yun treat me like that..."

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. He simply squatted down with his head in his arms, his ears drooping, and the new hair on the tip of his tail twitching anxiously:

"Oh, this is so annoying! Why can't I remember anything..."

Mo Yun just stood in the light strip and looked at him, neither urging him nor interrupting him.

The sunlight flowed down through the cracks in the gong and fell on Bai Tang's curled up back, making the ball of white fluff look like a ball of moving snow. Even his claws that were grasping his hair were shining with a soft light.

After he kept talking until his voice became hoarse, she slowly walked over and gently touched the tip of his tail with her foot - the new fur was very soft and trembled when she touched it.

"If you can't remember, don't try to remember."

He spoke very softly, and when he squatted down, his knees rubbed against the stone slab, making a slight sound.

Her fingertips brushed away the lint on Bai Tang's forehead, and when they touched his hot skin, she paused.

"You've been deeply entangled in the Chaos, even your Rhythm Core has been affected. It's normal for you to have trouble remembering things."

He lowered his head to look at the crack in the Yuanchu Luo - this was the gong that was quietly embedded in the soil a few days ago. He was guarding Bai Tang, and he was really at a loss. With the idea of ​​giving it a try, he sent his rhythmic power to the heart of the gong. Unexpectedly, the old gong actually responded. The gong sounded dully for half the night, and then, Bai Tang's claws moved.

At this moment, the heart of the gong was still slightly hot, as if it contained a warmth that refused to dissipate.

"It's a blessing that you woke up here."

Mo Yun raised her hand and patted his back, one after another, like coaxing a frightened little animal.

"As for the rest, wait until you meet Wu Song and the others. Ask Xiao Qing to make you a bowl of sweet soup. Drink it and warm it up before you sort it out."

Bai Tang lowered his head and said "hmm" in a muffled voice, but he didn't ask any more questions.

But his claws were still gripping the edge of the gong, his palms pressed against the cold copper surface. As he listened to Brother Mo Yun's voice falling into his ears, the panic in his heart slowly dissipated - whether he remembered it or not, at least he was not alone now, and that was enough.

After moving forward a dozen steps, the mist became so thin that I could almost see the shadows of trees in the distance.

Bai Tang was kicking the pebbles at his feet with his head down when his mind suddenly buzzed - the feeling of holding the ball of light in the illusion just now suddenly came back to him, and the warm heat was still lingering on the tips of his claws.

He stopped suddenly, clenched his fists and slammed his palms together. A crisp "pop" sound echoed in the fog.

"Oh, that's right!"

His eyes instantly lit up like falling stars, he turned around and grabbed Mo Yun's sleeve and shook it, the new hair on the tip of his tail almost waving into a small flag.

"Brother Mo Yun, did you know? My rhyme power has been upgraded!"

"Promotion?"

Mo Yun stopped her feet following his force, her fingertips still stained with the soft hair that had just brushed against his back.

"Yes, yes!"

Bai Tang jumped forward half a step excitedly, and gestured with his claws in the air to make a light ball explode, with a gleam in his amber eyes.

"I've even mastered a new skill! It's called 'Meteoric Radiance'! It involves twisting a ton of light into a ball and throwing it into the sky—bang!"

He opened his claws and even stood up his ears, imitating the explosion of the light ball.

"The chaos melted when it touched the light! Like snow melting in spring, dust fell down in a flurry!"

He gestured as he spoke, wishing he could show Mo Yun all the golden light in the illusion:

"You didn't even see it! The light was so warm that it even healed the wounds on my body! My arm hurt a little when I threw it, but it was worth it!"

He chattered on and on with such excitement that he even forgot about his previous regret for not being able to remember things.

Mo Yun listened quietly, and waited until he caught his breath before she raised her hand and gently patted his shoulder. The warmth of her palm passed through the fur:

"Well, I know everything."

"what?"

Bai Tang was stunned for a moment, and the excitement that had just risen up paused.

"How could you..."

"When the ball of light exploded just now, the Yuanchu Gong shook."

Mo Yun looked at his shining eyes, the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, and the light in her eyes softened like melted sugar.

"I saw it when the light leaked through the cracks in the gong."

In fact, I not only saw the light, but also saw him smiling while holding the sweet potato in the illusion, and saw the brightness in his eyes when he looked at his companions - warmer than the light of the meteorite.

But Bai Tang didn't hear the softness in his words. She just thought he really saw the light and immediately became excited again:

"Isn't it amazing? Once I find Sister Xiaoqing and the others, I'll show them! I guarantee even Wu Song will be stunned!"

He ran forward two steps, clutching the Justice Bell, and turned back to wave at Mo Yun.

"Hurry up! Let's go find them!"

Mo Yun followed him, watching his back as he skipped and jumped in the light strip, listening to the jingling of the Justice Bell. The depression that had accumulated in her heart from guarding him for three days was washed away by his excited muttering.

The warmth from the Yuanchu Luo drifted in the wind, mixed with the soft voice of sugar, which was even more soothing than the sweet soup in the illusion.

……

Mo Yun followed behind, taking light steps, for fear of startling the jumping figure in front.

The tip of the sugar candy was still twitching, and the jingling of the justice bell was mixed with his muttering - he said he wanted to give Wu Songlu the "Yun Yao" hand, and that Xiaoqing should put more candied fruit in the sweet soup. Even the wind was filled with a childish sweetness.

He looked at the back of the white fur figure, his eyes gradually softened, and in a trance he remembered the image of the owner's mother-in-law squatting under the old locust tree in Dongqiang Town.

At that time, my mother-in-law always used needle and thread to mend the claw caps that were worn out by sugar, muttering to herself, "This kid is very wild," but her eyes were bright, as if filled with the light of a Yuanchu gong.

The wind came out from the cracks in the broken wall, brushed across the copper surface of the Yuanchu gong, and spread a dull buzzing sound.

Mo Yun's Adam's apple moved, and her voice was so low that it almost melted into the wind:

"Grandma, Bai Tang is back."

As he finished speaking, Bai Tang in front suddenly turned around, raised the bell of justice and called out to him:

"Brother Mo Yun, hurry up! If you're any slower, the sun will set!"

Her amber eyes were shining, not noticing his absent-mindedness just now.

Mo Yun responded with "I'm coming", and as she quickly followed, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Yes, I'm back. Not only has my body emerged from the chaos, but even the light in my eyes and the energy in my body are still the same as my mother-in-law always mentioned back then - fresh, warm, and with a breath that can warm even the cold fog.