When celebrities in the world were comparing the length of the white crane's tail feathers, Xu Xiao rode an old bald donkey into the tasting meeting. There were two long, inconspicuous knives hanging on his waist, and they cut off the white beard of the first master's true energy that he had carefully cultivated for thirty years. The white-haired old man at the bottom of the lake was gnawing on the remains of the dragon fish and suddenly opened his eyes; the sword box that the toothless old servant was cleaning was buzzing. The uncle who was riding the green ox sighed at the top of the mountain, but the girl killer who was riding the panda at the bottom smiled and took out the sunflower seeds. Everyone scolded him for not knowing the rules. Xu Xiao flicked the blade: "Rules?" "I have these two knives, one is called 'Not Tie the Boat' and the other is called 'Striking'. I'm here today to expose your hypocrisy!"
