Xun Danqing rarely saw people, and his rights were evaded, as if he was under house arrest.
At first glance, Xun Danqing seems to be a person in a deep boudoir.
A blue lotus-style cotton half-sleeved cross-collar skirt, a half-transparent embroidered screen with a cloud of mist rising from the sea, and the whole room was lit with butterfly incense coils, which are taboo for people in the world. The hand pressed the delicate compass, and the floor was covered with Tai Chi diagrams. I heard that he had no interest in martial arts since childhood and was only good at fortune-telling.