Before his father left for the war, he held his mother's hand and told her to learn to dance word by word. Three years later, she was drafted into the palace and her mother nodded while crying. 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 became a master of martial arts and was covered in tendons.
