Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The hill where Panzong and Dazong meet seems like a corner forgotten by time.

The gray-brown rocks are exposed, and the surface is covered with wind-eroded lines. A few withered bushes are stubbornly rooted in the cracks of the rocks. When blown by the wind carrying sand and gravel, they make a rustling sound, as if whispering about the desolation of this border area.

Bai Tang squatted on the top of the highest boulder, his white fur slightly blown up by the wind, and the broken hair on his forehead stuck to the tip of his nose, making him so itchy that he couldn't help moving his paws.

But his gaze was fixed on the end of the mountain path, his amber eyes gleaming startlingly bright. According to the agreement, the Xingluo Squad would rendezvous here today and enter Panzong's territory together. The tip of his tail was stretched straight, occasionally twitching slightly, revealing his inner anxiety.

Mo Yun stood straight beside the boulder, his light blue hair combed neatly, and he wore a jade pendant around his waist. The jade pendant was made of the unique warm jade of the Chang Sect, and the surface was engraved with intricate musical notes. At this moment, it was emitting a faint light blue glow with his breathing.

"Brother Mo Yun, do you think Wu Song has already arrived and is hiding on purpose to scare us?"

Bai Tang couldn't help but look back and scratched the stone lightly with his claws, leaving a few shallow marks.

"He did this last time in Dazong. He had clearly finished his boxing practice long ago, but he still hid behind a tree and watched me look for him!"

Mo Yun glanced down at him, his fingertips lightly brushing the jade pendant. The warmth of the jade passed through his fingertips, making his voice more steady.

"No, Wu Song may be impatient, but he's never vague about reuniting. Listen, there are footsteps."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Tang suddenly pricked up his ears - on the distant mountain path, there came a burst of rapid and powerful footsteps. The pace was steady, and every step seemed to be on the beat of a drum, accompanied by the "thump thump" sound of the whistle stick hitting the rocks, crisp and loud.

"It's Wusong!"

Bai Tang suddenly jumped up from the boulder, his white figure drew an arc in the air, landed steadily on the ground, and waved vigorously towards the corner of the mountain path.

"Wusong! Here!"

Soon, a red figure appeared around the corner.

Wu Song came striding over with a whistle stick in his hand. His red suit clung tightly to his body, outlining his tall and straight figure. The jade belt around his waist was tied neatly, but the collar was slightly open, revealing the light-colored lining underneath.

Fine beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, running down his cheeks and dripping onto the hair on his chest, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, like tempered steel.

"Bai Tang! Brother Mo Yun!"

Wu Song shouted from afar, his voice carrying a subtle excitement. He quickened his pace and rushed to the foot of the hill in a few steps. He jabbed his whistle stick into the ground. With a "bang", gravel flew up. He put his hands on his hips, gasping for breath, his chest heaving slightly.

"As expected, you guys arrived first. I thought I could arrive half an hour earlier than you. I encountered a few clueless Chaos monsters on the way, which delayed me a bit."

Bai Tang came close to him, tilted her head back and made a face:

"It's your fault that you always try to show off your abilities and have to deal with monsters on your own. If you were waiting for us to help, we would have arrived long ago!"

"Huh, do you need help with such a small matter?"

Wu Song glared at him and was about to retort, but his eyes fell on the jade pendant in Mo Yun's hand, and his tone softened.

"Is this Chang Zong's jade pendant? Da Fei hasn't arrived yet?"

Mo Yun nodded and pointed to the other end of the mountain path:

"It's almost there. He's carrying the things of the Chang Zong, so he's walking slowly."

The three cats had just stood there chatting for a few words when they heard footsteps in the distance.

This time the footsteps were particularly steady, with a slight "rustling" sound, as if someone was carrying something heavy and taking every step carefully.

"It's Dafei!"

Bai Tang's ears suddenly stood up and he looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Sure enough, a strong figure appeared on the mountain path.

Dafei was carrying a cloth bag that was bulging more than usual. The bag was made of the coarse cloth unique to Changzong, and a large Changzong musical note mark was embroidered on it with gold thread, which glowed softly in the sunlight.

He walked very slowly, trying to place each step on flat ground, fearing that the contents of the bag would be damaged.

His forehead was covered with sweat, which flowed down his cheeks and soaked the hair on his chest, but the corners of his mouth were always raised and his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Bai Tang! Brother Mo Yun! Wu Song!"

When Dafei saw the three people on the hill, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his originally steady steps became lighter. He even couldn't help but jog a few steps. When he was almost at the bottom of the hill, he suddenly stopped and carefully put the cloth bag on the ground, fearing that the things inside would be shaken.

"I'm here! Didn't keep you waiting too long?"

Wu Song walked over, poked his cloth bag with his hand, raised his eyebrows and said:

"What's in this bag? It's heavier than the dry food I brought from Changzong last time. You're walking so slowly."

Dafei immediately squatted down and gently opened a corner of the cloth bag with both hands, revealing a stack of yellowed music scores inside.

The sheet music was made of old Changzong paper, the edges of which were a little worn, but the notes on it were clearly outlined in cinnabar and shone with a faint glimmer of rhythm.

His eyes sparkled, and his tone was filled with pride:

"Here are the ancient music scores of the Chang Sect that my mother gave me! My mother is the leader of the Chang Sect. She said that these scores are the Chang Sect's treasures passed down from generation to generation. They contain the purest rhythmic power that can dispel chaos and enhance everyone's rhythmic power. Maybe it can help us break through the Judgment Sect's barrier! I was afraid of getting hurt, so I walked very slowly the whole way."

Mo Yun walked forward and gently brushed the music score with her fingertips.

The Changzong jade pendant on his fingertips lit up instantly, and the light blue light echoed with the cinnabar notes on the music score, forming a small arc of light.

His eyes softened:

"It is indeed an ancient score handed down from generation to generation by the Chang Sect. Your mother is very thoughtful. Thank you for your hard work, Dafei, carrying such a heavy thing on your back."

Bai Tang came over and touched the music sheet with her paw curiously, her eyes wide open:

"Wow, this is the treasure of the Chang Zong? The notes on it are so strange, different from the tune we usually sing! When Sister Xiaoqing and Sister Mo Zi arrive later, they will definitely think it's amazing!"

When Dafei heard this, he smiled even more happily, revealing his two white fangs:

"I'll show them when they get here! My mother also said that these scores require everyone's cooperation to achieve their greatest effect. If we work together as a Xingluo class, we'll definitely be able to do it!"

The four of them sat on the hill and waited.

Wu Song leaned against the rock, with his whistle stick across his legs, tapping the end of the stick with his fingers from time to time, but his eyes were fixed on the end of the mountain path;

Dafei held the cloth bag in his arms as if it were some rare treasure, and from time to time he opened a corner to make sure the sheet music inside was intact.

Bai Tang would squat on a boulder for a while, then run to the edge of the hill, like an anxious little animal, and he kept muttering, "Why haven't Xiaoqing and Sister Mo Zi come yet?"

Mo Yun was still standing there, looking at the mountain path calmly, the jade pendant on her fingertips swaying gently, emitting a soft light.

The wind gradually died down, and the sunlight shone through the clouds, giving the gray-brown hills a golden hue.

The outline of the broken mountain in the distance became clearer, and one could even see the light gray mist at the edge of Panzong's barrier, lying across the broken mountain like a sleeping dragon.

"Look! It's Sister Xiaoqing and Sister Mozi!"

Bai Tang suddenly jumped up and shouted, pointing at the end of the mountain path.

Everyone immediately looked in the direction he pointed - two light figures appeared on the mountain path in the distance.

Mo Zi walked in front, her purple long skirt fluttering gently in the wind, and the dark patterns embroidered on the hem were faintly visible in the sunlight.

The folding fan in her hand was half open, and she gently held it in front of her to block the oncoming sand and gravel for Xiaoqing behind her.

Her pace was steady, and each step was graceful, as if she was strolling in the courtyard of Shenzong, rather than rushing on a deserted mountain path.

Xiaoqing followed Mo Zi. There was a little dust on her light blue dress, obviously it was accidentally touched while she was in a hurry, but her steps were still light, like a nimble little deer.

Her hair was a little messy, with a few strands stuck to her cheeks, but her eyes were surprisingly bright. She stared at the cats on the hill, and her tail couldn't help but swing from side to side.

"Bai Tang! Brother! Wu Song! Da Fei!"

Xiaoqing's voice was clear, like a mountain spring, floating over with the wind, with a bit of eagerness and excitement.

She quickened her pace and couldn't help but run, the hem of her light blue skirt drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Mo Zi also quickened his pace, with a gentle smile on his lips, his eyes fell on Mo Yun, his eyes full of peace of mind.

Soon, the two of them reached the foot of the hill.

Xiaoqing rushed over first, hugged Baitang's neck, and wrapped her tail tightly around his waist, tears glistening in her eyes:

"You finally..."

"Cough cough..."

Mo Yun suddenly started coughing

"Bai Tang! We're finally here! The road from Shen Zong was so difficult to walk. We walked for three whole days, and every day I wondered if you had arrived!"

Bai Tang was almost out of breath in her embrace, but she also smiled very happily, patting her back gently with her paws:

"We've been waiting for you too! Look, Dafei even brought the ancient music score of Chang Zong, how impressive!"

Mo Zi walked to Mo Yun, gently patted the dust on the hem of her skirt, and brushed the gravel off his shoulders, her voice gentle:

"Brother, sorry to have kept you waiting. On the mountain road coming from Shenzong, we encountered several sections eroded by Chaos. We took a detour, so we arrived late."

Mo Yun shook her head, her eyes fell on her dusty skirt, and her tone was filled with concern:

"You've had a hard time on the road. Did you encounter any danger?"

"No,"

Mo Zi smiled and shook his head.

"With Xiaoqing here, her water charm can sense the chaotic aura in advance, and we have avoided many dangers."

Xiaoqing finally let go of Baitang and noticed the cloth bag in Dafei's arms. She curiously leaned over and said:

"Da Fei, what's in your bag? It looks like a treasure."

Da Fei immediately handed over the cloth bag and opened it carefully with a proud smile on his face:

"These are the ancient scores of the Chang Zong that my mother gave me! My mother is the leader of the Chang Zong. These scores are amazing! They can dispel chaos and enhance everyone's rhythmic power! Look, aren't the notes on them special?"

Xiaoqing came over, her eyes wide open, and her fingers gently touched the cinnabar notes on the music sheet:

"Wow! This is the ancient score of the Chang Sect! Sister Mo Zi, come and take a look. The notes above are different from the water rhyme runes of our Shen Sect. So exquisite!"

Mo Zi also came over, looked at the music score carefully, and nodded:

"The rhythmic power of the Chang Sect is known for its purity and healing. These ancient scores have maintained such a strong rhythmic power after so many years. They are truly rare treasures. With these scores, we will definitely have more confidence when we enter the Judgment Sect."

Wu Song stood up, carrying the whistle stick on his shoulder. Looking at the six cats gathered together, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and his tone was filled with a bit of anticipation:

"All the cats are here. Can we go into the Judgment Sect now? I've always wanted to see what the sect that governs the laws of the twelve sects is like. Maybe the cats there are very serious and have stern faces when they speak!"

Bai Tang raised the rosary in his hand. The beads on the rosary glowed faintly, and his eyes were firm:

"That's right! We, the Xingluo Squad, are together again! No matter how difficult it is to judge the sect, no matter how serious the cats inside are, as long as we work together, we will definitely make it through! We are serious about liberating the twelve sects!"

Da Fei nodded vigorously, held the cloth bag in his arms, and patted his chest:

"I'll use the ancient music of Chang Zong to help everyone! My mother said that the rhythmic power of Chang Zong can inspire everyone, and I will definitely not be a drag!"

Xiaoqing also clenched her fists, and a wisp of water power gathered at her fingertips. A light blue light flowed through her fingertips:

"Sister Mo Zi and I will use the water power of the Body Sect to help everyone stabilize the situation! No matter what monsters we encounter, we can solve them together!"

Mo Zi looked at the people around him, gently closing the folding fan in his hand, with a gentle but firm smile:

"We two sisters will always be with you. The water power of the Body Sect can not only attack, but also heal. If you are injured, please feel free to come to us."

Mo Yun looked at the five cats in front of him, and his eyes became particularly gentle.

The wind had completely died down, and the sun shone upon them, casting a golden halo upon each of them—Wu Song, in his red uniform, carrying his whistle stick, his eyes sharp;

Holding Dafei, who was singing the Zong Gu Pu, he had a simple smile and a determined look;

Xiaoqing, wearing a light green dress, is lively and smart, with a watery light on her fingertips;

Mo Zi, holding a folding fan, is elegant and calm, with a gentle smile;

And Bai Tang, holding a weapon, is like a small flame, full of faith.

Six figures stood side by side on the hill, looking in the direction of Panzong.

The barrier in the distance was shrouded in mist, and the towering black buildings inside could be vaguely seen, exuding a majestic and solemn atmosphere.

But there is no fear in their eyes, only determination and expectation - from the Body Sect to the Step Sect, from the Singing Sect to the Fighting Sect, and now to the Judge Sect, they have come all the way, separated and reunited, and every gathering makes their belief stronger.

"Let's go,"

Mo Yun took the lead and walked towards the Panzong barrier. The Changzong jade pendant in her hand echoed faintly with the music score in Dafei's arms, emitting a faint glow.

"After you go in, be careful. But as long as we are together, there will be no hurdles or difficulties that we cannot overcome."

"it is good!"

All the cats responded in unison, their voices loud and resonant across the hills.

Wu Song walked in front, with his whistle baton leading the way, his red figure was particularly conspicuous among the gray-brown hills;

Dafei was holding the sheet music, walking in the middle. Baitang would come over from time to time and ask curiously about the sheet music.

Mo Zi and Xiao Qing walked side by side. Xiao Qing chattered about the interesting things that happened on the road. Mo Zi occasionally nodded in response with a gentle smile.

Mo Yun walked at the end, his eyes sweeping over each cat, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The figures on the hill gradually disappeared into the distance. The sunlight stretched their shadows very long and overlapped them, as if a cluster of everlasting hope had been planted in the desolate borderland.

The road to judging the sect may be difficult, but the reunion of the Xingluo class has already injected the most solid and warmest power into the journey to liberate the sect.