Before leaving for the war, my father held my mother's hand and asked her to learn to dance word by word. Three years later, she was drafted into the palace. My mother cried and nodded. The next day, my mother hired a martial artist for me. I wondered, mother, shouldn't I learn to dance? My mother wiped her tears and said, "Your father told you to learn martial arts. The palace is dangerous and you have to save your life. In three years, I will be able to shoot a two-stone hard bow with my tendons, and I can break a wooden stake as thick as a bowl with one knife. On the day of the draft, the examiner asked me to show off my talent." When it was my turn, I looked around, picked up the sandalwood table and raised one hand above my head. The Holy See was dumbfounded and agreed on the spot. This woman was extremely skilled in martial arts and was given a sixth-grade sword-wielding bodyguard. After my father returned to Beijing, he vomited blood on the spot when he heard the news!
