
Flying Swordsmen: from Martial Arts to Journey to the West
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Dayin Dynasty, Jingtai thirty-seventh year, late autumn. The north wind blew withered leaves and slapped them on the window lattice of the Li family's residence in Xiangzhou, making a soft "rustling" sound, like someone whispering in the dark night. Outside the delivery room in the inner hospital, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe was pacing anxiously. He had a handsome face, but his eyebrows were twisted into the character "Sichuan". He was Li Changhe, the current head of the Li family. "Are you okay yet?" Li Changhe's voice was filled with unconcealable nervousness, and he looked at the midwife guarding the door. The midwife was the most experienced in Xiangzhou City. There was a trickle of sweat on her forehead at this moment. She quickly bowed and replied: "Don't worry, Master, my wife has always been in good health. I think she will be here soon." As soon as he finished speaking, a loud cry of a baby suddenly came from the delivery room, piercing the silent night sky. The cry was clear and powerful, not as weak as that of an ordinary baby, but seemed to contain a different kind of vitality.
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