Upon entering the city, the Xianyang city gate guards, who considered themselves well-traveled and knowledgeable, almost laughed out loud at such an outstanding and unique name.
They even couldn't help teasing him with a remark—
"Brother, your father really dared to give you a name, so bold and brave indeed!"
"Actually, the old man didn't pick the wrong name; I do indeed know a lot, be it astronomy, geography, the various schools of thought, divination, star constellations, musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, lyrics, essays, martial arts cultivation, and the eighteen types of weaponry skills, such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, claws, lances, staves, spears, clubs..."
Before Feng Yin could finish boasting, he was shoved away by the garrison, "...just scram, the more you boast, the more ridiculous it sounds. Claiming to be proficient in all eighteen types of weapons when all you have is a mouth..."