However, when Zhang Xiaohua eagerly took the worn-out fist manual and opened it, he was immediately caught between laughter and tears. What was all this stuff inside? Little figures posed with fists and kicks, quite a few arrows were drawn in the book, and there were many tiny characters written beside them. No matter how he looked at it, they recognized him, but he did not recognize them. How was he supposed to read this?
Helplessly, he closed the fist manual again. Only then did he see the three large characters written on the cover. Of them, he recognized only "Two." Zhang Xiaohua asked suspiciously, "Brother Li, what fist manual is this?"
Li Jinfeng smiled and pointed at the three large characters. "Doesn't it say right there? Erlang Fist."
"Oh, so it's Erlang Fist." Zhang Xiaohua nodded. After thinking about it, he remembered that he had learned this set of fist techniques before and had even mastered two moves from it. So he opened the manual again and searched through it page by page. Yet none of the moves looked like the ones he had learned. That was strange. Could this manual not be Erlang Fist, or had what he learned not been Erlang Fist?
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua flipping through the manual over and over, constantly searching, Zhang Xiaohu asked curiously, "Xiaohua, why do you keep turning through it again and again? Shouldn't a fist manual be read page by page?"
Zhang Xiaohua looked up and said, "Second Brother, I've learned this Erlang Fist before, but why can't I find those two moves I remember?"
"Huh?! You only remembered two moves from this set of fist techniques?" Zhang Xiaohu asked in surprise.
"Yes. I don't know what happened either. I could only remember two of the moves, and it seems