[b][color=ed145b][i]"All things are born from the Three positives;
The Truth of Heaven, The Beauty of Earth,
The Essence of Sun, The Splendor of Moon.
Lent a name so that the elixir may complete.
Looking inside, we perceive nothing of the formless,
Outside, we create visible things from our intelligence.
Men have always been like this:
Those who are called kings and sages just do as they wish."[/i]
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[b]"Dats for."[/b] A small child, who had counted on his stubby little fingers raised the four upraised fingers to Měihóu Niángniang, the neck of a poor stuffed bear deathly clasped to the boys sides by an elbow.

Měihóu Niángniang currently dressed in the less revealing than her signature attire by far robes of a scholar, an inkstained finger held along the length of a brush delicately painting out a stylized picture on a vast scroll of parchment. She leaned down to the child.
[b]"Nuh uh."[/b]

[b]"Uh huh."[/b]

[b]"Nuh uh."[/b]

[b]"Uh huh."[/b]

[b]"Nuh uh."[/b]

[b]"Uh huh."[/b]

[b]"Nuh uh."[/b]

This... was going to go on for awhile....