Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

When Mo Yun withdrew the light blue domain field that was protecting the Xingluo Squad, the black mist remaining on the black stone road had just dissipated. The figure of the black-robed man lying on the ground huddled into a small ball in the twilight, no longer having the violent aura he had when he controlled the black mist before.

Wu Song circled around the man in black robe with his whistle stick in hand. The fiery red Yunli was still slightly jumping on the tip of the stick, as if he was unwilling to let his opponent go. It was not until Bai Tang tugged at his sleeve that he snorted in disappointment and quickly followed Mo Yun's footsteps.

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"From here to Panhei Town, at our pace, it will take a whole day to walk."

Mo Yun looked up at the setting sun, the pale golden afterglow dyed the distant Black Stone Mountains dark purple.

"The mountain road will be foggy after nightfall. The fog is mixed with warning runes laid by Pan Zong. Once touched, it will attract patrolling disciples within half an hour. So we have to spend the night in the dilapidated temple at the foot of the mountain and set out again tomorrow morning."

The members of the Xingluo Squad had no objection - since they met up with Mo Yun, they had either been traveling in the mountains and forests or resting in the dilapidated temples, and they had long been accustomed to such a life.

Dafei carefully put the Changzong ancient music sheet into his arms and patted his chest to make sure it wouldn't fall out.

Xiaoqing took out some dry food from her backpack and shared it with everyone as dinner;

Bai Tang and Wu Song went together to pick up some dead branches and started a fire in the middle of the dilapidated temple. The orange-red flames licked the firewood, stretching the shadows of several people long.

It was very quiet at night, with only the creaking sound of the wind blowing through the temple door and the occasional crackling sound of firewood in the fire.

Mo Zi leaned against the wall, playing with a folding fan in his hand, his eyes fixed on Mo Yun's face, not knowing what he was thinking;

Mo Yun sat by the fire, with a faint blue energy lingering around her fingertips, as if she was sensing the movements around her.

"Brother Mo Yun,"

Bai Tang was chewing on some dry food and suddenly spoke,

"What do you think Panhei Town is like? The man in black robes said that the leader of the Pan Sect is in the hall behind the interrogation platform. So when we get to Panhei Town, can we go directly to the interrogation platform?"

Mo Yun raised her eyes and said calmly:

Panhei Town is the gateway to the Pan Sect, and it's even more restrictive than any other place we've encountered before. According to Pan Sect rules, outsiders entering the town must register their identities and undergo a rune inspection. Without a token or a legitimate reason, they can't even enter the town.

Wu Song chewed his dry food and continued incoherently:

"No matter what the rules are, if they dare to stop us, I'll hit them with a stick and make sure they move away!"

"Wusong, don't be impulsive."

Xiaoqing frowned.

"The Pan Sect is very law-abiding. If we break the rules first, it will give them a handle, and then it will be difficult for us to see the Sect Master."

Wu Song curled his lips and said nothing more, but he tightened his grip on the whistle, obviously still not convinced.

Da Fei looked at the few people and said in a muffled voice:

"I think Xiaoqing is right. Let's listen to Brother Moyun and be careful. The Zong Gu Pu is with me, so there can't be any mistakes."

Mo Zi also withdrew his gaze at this time and gently fanned his folding fan:

"Da Fei is right. Panhei Town is full of Panzong's spies, and there are all kinds of monitoring runes. Our every move may be watched, and we will be exposed if we are not careful. When we get to the town tomorrow, try to speak less and observe more. When we find an opportunity, we can find a way to go to the Crime Platform."

The cats chatted for a while, and gradually felt sleepy, so they took turns to keep watch, while the others leaned against the wall to rest.

"elder brother……"

There were no unexpected events at night, except for a few night birds occasionally flying over the ruined temple and making a few calls.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Mo Yun woke up the cats.

After a simple packing, the few of them set off towards Panhei Town.

The mountain road is indeed difficult to walk on, with gravel and thorns everywhere, and occasionally there are steep slopes that require both hands and feet to climb up.

Wu Song and Da Fei walked in front, one used a whistle stick to push away the thorns, and the other helped Bai Tang and Xiao Qing hold on to the rocks on the side of the road. Mo Yun and Mo Zi walked at the end, paying attention to the movements behind them.

After walking for a whole morning, I finally saw the shadow of Panhei Town at noon.

From a distance, the entire town is located in a flat valley, surrounded by black stone walls. Every few steps on the wall stands a disciple of Panzong wearing a gray-black uniform, holding a long spear in his hand and scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes.

The town gate was made of thick black stone, with two huge gold-plated characters engraved on it - "Panhei". The font was strong and powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"My goodness, this town looks tough."

Wu Song smacked his lips, and the fiery red rhythmic power surged subconsciously, but Mo Yun gently held down his shoulders.

"Constrain your breath and don't let them notice anything unusual."

Mo Yun whispered a reminder,

"I'll negotiate with them when we get to the town gate. You just follow me and don't say anything."

Several people nodded and followed Mo Yun towards the town gate. When they were still a few dozen steps away from the town gate, the disciples of the Panzong on the city wall noticed them. One of them raised his long spear and shouted at them:

"Stop! Who are you? Why are you entering Panhei Town?"

Mo Yun stopped and took out a jade pendant engraved with water patterns from her bosom and raised it above her head:

"I am Mo Yun, and I have come with my companions to visit the leader of the Pan Sect. This is a token of trust given to me by the leader of the Shen Sect. Please inform me."

The disciple narrowed his eyes, carefully looked at the jade pendant in Mo Yun's hand, then looked at the Xingluo Squad members, and frowned:

"According to the rules of the Pan Sect, people from outside the sect must register their identities and undergo a rune inspection before entering the town. Come here and register first. After I report, I will decide whether to let you enter the town."

Mo Yun nodded and led the Xingluo class to the registration office next to the town gate.

The registration office was a small black stone house. Inside sat an old man in a gray-black robe, holding a brush engraved with runes in his hand and a thick book in front of him.

"Name, sect you belong to, purpose of entering the town." The old man said in a hoarse voice without even raising his head.

"Mo Yun, from the Shen Sect, visits the Sect Master of the Pan Sect."

Mo Yun spoke first, then pointed at the Xingluo group beside him.

"They are my companions, Bai Tang, Wu Song, Xiao Qing, Da Fei, and Mo Zi. They are all members of the Xing Luo class and came here together."

The old man's hand holding the brush paused, he raised his head and glanced at the Xingluo troupe members, his gaze lingered for a moment on the ancient singing score in Dafei's arms, then he lowered his head and quickly wrote it down in the booklet.

"Registered, now undergoing rune inspection."

As the old man spoke, he took out a black compass from under the table. In the center of the compass was engraved a silver word "judgment".

"Place your hands on the compass in turn. If there are no unusual movements, you've passed the inspection."

Mo Yun was the first to step forward and place his hand on the compass. The word "judge" in the center of the compass lit up slightly, but nothing else changed. The old man nodded.

"pass."

Next was Mo Zi. She placed her hand on the compass, which also only lit up slightly without any other movement.

Then it was Xiaoqing's turn. As soon as she placed her hand on the compass, it suddenly flickered, emitting a faint blue light. The old man frowned:

"You have rhythmic energy fluctuations. What type of rhythmic energy is it?"

"I am a disciple of the Shen Sect. My rhythmic energy is blue and I am good at using water sleeves to attack." Xiaoqing answered calmly.

The old man stared at Xiaoqing for a while, then looked at the compass. Seeing that the compass no longer flickered, he slowly said:

"Since you are a disciple of the Body Sect, it is normal for you to have rhythmic energy fluctuations. Pass."

Wu Song was the fourth one to step forward. When he put his hand on the compass, it suddenly burst out with a strong red light. The fiery red power spread along the compass, scaring the old man so much that he quickly took a step back.

"Your rhythmic power... such a strong fire attribute!"

The old man exclaimed,

"Who are you? How come you have such a strong fire-attributed power?"

"I am Wusong, a disciple of the Da Sect. My rhythmic power is naturally of the fire attribute!"

Wu Song held his head high, his tone filled with pride.

The old man frowned and carefully examined Wu Song. He then looked at the compass and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the red light on the compass gradually fade away.

"Although the rhyme power is a bit stronger, it is indeed the fire-attributed rhyme power of Da Zong. There is no abnormality. Pass."

Da Fei was the fifth to step forward. He carefully placed his hand on the compass, fearing that it would touch the ancient score of Chang Zong in his arms.

The word "judge" in the center of the compass lit up briefly, emitting a faint green light. No other unusual movement occurred. The old man nodded. "Green rhyme power, a disciple of the Chang Sect?"

Dafei nodded quickly:

"Yes, I am a disciple of the Chang Sect. What I have in my arms is the ancient score of the Chang Sect. It is an important keepsake. Please take good care of it."

The old man looked at the ancient score in Dafei's arms and said without asking any more questions:

"pass."

Finally, it was white sugar. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the compass.

The word "judge" in the center of the compass suddenly flickered, and the golden and white rhyme forces intertwined, forming a small arc of light on the compass. The old man's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Your rhythmic power... is both golden and white. What is its origin?"

"I... I'm Bai Tang. I don't belong to any sect. My rhythmic power is naturally formed. I'm good at using the weapon I made, the Justice Bell."

Bai Tang answered nervously, afraid that the old man would notice any flaws.

The old man stared at the sugar for a long time, then checked the compass again and again. When he saw the arc of light on the compass gradually disappear, he slowly said:

"Although the rhyme type is unique, no abnormalities were found. Pass."

After the inspection, the old man shouted to the disciples on the city wall:

"Inspection passed, you are allowed to enter the town."

The disciple on the city wall nodded and slowly pushed open the heavy black stone town gate.

The moment the town gate opened, a chill hit them in the face, and the members of the Xingluo squad subconsciously shrank their necks.