Beichuan, a modern man who has practiced nunchaku for eight years. He didn't have many friends, and the only thing that kept him company was his pair of black and gold nunchucks. In the past eight years, he devoted all his time to training - not for competition or performance, but just because he felt that having a stick in his hand would give him peace of mind.
When he woke up, his soul traveled to the Three Kingdoms.
In the sixth year of Jianxing's reign, Zhuge Liang's first Northern Expedition failed, and he was so exhausted that he almost ran out of fuel and lamps.
Beichuan walked into the Shuhan camp carrying a bottle of sleeping pills: "Prime Minister, you have a good sleep first. Leave the Northern Expedition to me."
He took in a group of unwanted orphans and began to teach them some skills that no one had ever seen before in this era.
Under the moonlight, the sound of nunchucks crackling the wind quietly sounded in the valley of Shu.
As for what happens next——
That's another story.
