Before his father left for the war, he held his mother's hand and told her, word by word, to learn how to dance and be drafted into the palace three years later. Mother cried and nodded. The next day, my mother hired a martial artist for me. I wonder, mother, shouldn't I learn to dance? Mother wiped her tears and said, "Your father told you to learn martial arts. It's dangerous in the palace and you have to save your life." Three years later, I have a body full of sinews, can shoot a two-stone bow, and cut through wooden stakes as thick as a bowl with one knife.
