I can remember almost everything when I was three years old. For example, when I was three years and twenty-eight days old, what color shoes did my senior brother wear when he went down the mountain? Another example is what my second senior brother said when he was drunk when I was five years and seven months old... There is a saying that is right, God will close a door when he opens a window. My strong memory is of no use in studying. It is true that I can memorize sword manuals, body movements, and footwork, but expressing them artistically is by no means my strong point. When I was ten years old, the leader, my master, finally accepted the cruel fact that the disciple he carefully selected as a disciple turned out to be a martial arts idiot, whose full name was a martial arts idiot.
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