After several years of begging on the streets, I had resigned myself to my fate. Until that sloppy old beggar thrust a tattered ancient book into my arms and said with a smile, "Boy, you and I are destined." From then on, the meridians were reshaped, and the skills were born on their own, breaking mountains with one punch, and breaking rivers with one palm. Those who insulted me in the past knelt down and begged for mercy, and wealthy families lined up to give gifts. I stood with my hands behind my back and said quietly: "This peerless skill is just a fragment of a scroll thrown away by a beggar old man."
