In the fifth month of the lunar calendar, I was slapped awake and warm milk was poured into my mouth. I became the one-month-old grandson of the Meng family in Mengjia Village. When I was two years old, I sat on a stone bench and watched my father practice boxing. I recognized the move - Bajiquan. I had practiced it for twenty years in my previous life, but I encountered it again in this life in the yard. Before the milk bottle is broken, I have determined the path of my life.