Gazing at the twinkling stars, Zhang Xiaohua's endless thoughts suddenly made him feel that the twinkling was familiar. However, after careful thinking, he still could not remember why.
Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly. It was strange that lately he had encountered many familiar but untraceable feelings. How could the distant stars have any connection to him, and how could they evoke such a feeling?
As he gazed, suddenly, Zhang Xiaohua saw the brilliant Dipper Seven Stars in the sky, which reminded him of the books he had read, "In February, Elms fall, and the Head stars dominate Mau; in August, Wheat grows, and Tian Gang rules You." He also recalled phrases like "Yin and Yang's moon," "Tian Gang," and "He Kui." Wasn't Tian Gang the handle of the Dipper? The thirty-six Tian Gang stars in the Dipper's constellation subtly matched his thirty-six defensive moves, didn't they?
Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but grin, he had a name for his boxing skill: Dipper Fist.
