The cold stars reflect on the halberd, the moon illuminates the bow, the dragon sparrow startles the snowy night. Half a sheet of fame lies beyond the thousand mountains, while the silver flowers and fire trees are in the hometown. 'I, Rong Taotao, will one day become the master of those nine stars.' That year, a young boy with a small backpack, natural curls, and a halberd in hand, said as much on the rooftop. ... Light-hearted and humorous, welcome to dive in. I have a completed work of four million words, 'Nine Stars Poison Milk,' which I invite you to read.