"The yang energy is the strongest in the Xiaoman solar term, and the corpse energy is restrained." Uncle Jiu didn't think too much. He squinted at the dazzling sun above his head and said, "Then your name is Xiaoman."
Oh haha.
I put on a cloth jacket and tied my sleeves. Next to me, the senior brother was playing the ink fountain, and the second senior brother was throwing glutinous rice. They were laughing and joking, but I was calm and relaxed, and with full strength, I shouted: "Get out of the way, I will fight tonight!"
The next second, the mahogany sword wind sliced across my head, and my broken hair moved slightly, followed by the master's curse: "If you are worse than a scholar, you only know how to talk big!"
I scratched my head.
Purpose: Reject feudal superstition