Gazing at the twinkling starlight above, Zhang Xiaohua's thoughts stretched on without end. All of a sudden, he felt that this flickering was strangely familiar. Yet when he thought carefully, he still could not remember why.
Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly. Things had truly been strange lately. Every now and then, something would feel familiar to him, but when he thought it over, there was neither hide nor hair of an answer. What could stars so far beyond the heavens possibly have to do with him? Why did they give him such a feeling?
As he watched, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly noticed the brilliant Big Dipper, shaped like a ladle in the sky. He recalled what the books said: "In the second month, when elms shed their leaves, Kui descends upon Mao; in the eighth month, when wheat sprouts, Tiangang occupies You." "Again, envision the seven stars of the Big Dipper, with Kui covering one's head and Gang pointing ahead." "In the month of yin and yang, the first three celestial branches are Tiangang, and the latter celestial branch is He Kui; in the month established by yin, the reverse is true." Tiangang—was that not the handle of the Big Dipper? And among the stars of the Big Dipper, were there not thirty-six Tiangang Stars that happened to correspond to the thirty-six defensive forms in his own moves?
Zhang Xiaohua could not help beaming with delight. Now he had a name for his fist art: Big Dipper Fist.
As for the seventy-two offensive moves corresponding to the Earthly Fiends, he tossed that straight to the back of his mind and did not consider it. After all, how resounding was the name Big Dipper Fist? Anyone who heard it would know it was high-grade stuff. As for where the moves within it had