A Panda's Martial Arts

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380 two days.

Sad, the little elephant sent it.

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730 days.

Unknowingly, it has been the second anniversary, and I have a lot more understanding of force. Although I still haven't found a way to break through here, I have taught the little elephants a lot.

I won't lose again this time, the little elephant must win!

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730 a day.

The elephant sent it again, forget it.

I also slept in the water today.

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One thousand and how many days?It should be almost three years anyway.

It is becoming more and more troublesome to distinguish day and night, mainly because of the weather outside. Sometimes there are too many clouds, which can directly extend the night time to more than 24 hours.Occasionally the sky will light up, but not for too long.

In order to keep the lights on, the cocks have also learned to make fires, mainly the old elephants, who will use their trunks to roll the wood and drill sparks out with precision.Small mammoths can't do this kind of delicate work, and sparks will set their long hair on fire.

It is also a hassle to get dry wood, especially in the current weather where the sun is often invisible.

Rajput has learned some dick language, congratulations, congratulations.

Finally getting the bearded man to wrestle with a cock.

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It's supposed to be the fourth anniversary, or so it seems.

The cloudy sky outside still hasn't diminished, and I've begun to get used to this kind of life with few days of sunny days.Don't know what's going on in the outside world?Is it the same?

Human society should be able to maintain it, right?After all, their technical proficiency is already so high. Before coming in, I heard that they are already trying to engage in controllable nuclear fusion. Then there should be corresponding measures in the face of this kind of disaster, right?

Yesterday when I was sleeping, I had a long-lost dream about Jonathan. After a fight, I felt very boring after waking up.

But thinking about it now, maybe Jonathan and the others really did something. At least in the face of a catastrophe of this magnitude, human beings simply cannot survive if they don't unite as one.

Drinking too much blueberry flavor is a bit nauseating, can't this water be changed to another flavor?

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It's the fifth anniversary, maybe.

Great news, great news, Bian Ruo Shui has finally turned into a lemon flavor, the taste is very similar to Hedy, Rajput said this is more like Sprite, so let the dicks educate him.

This trash still can't beat the cock, even if the cock can't put water, it's too trash.

You must know that not long after he came down from the mountain, he was already able to fight one-on-one with the meat stick in the zoo. I remember it was three months?Or two months?I don't remember exactly, but it wasn't that long anyway.

No, is it really difficult to fight such a large creature?Large size also means bulky, which means that there will be a larger area to be attacked.

Just like when he hit the cock, he first hedged and then walked sideways halfway, and rushed to whichever way the cock's nose hit. Although it seemed dangerous, this was the fastest way to bypass the cock's attack, as long as a slip The shovel avoids the onslaught of the elephant trunk, and after grabbing the sideways position, it can output casually at the cock.

Of course, now he is more used to throwing the shock wave at a distance of 20 meters. This distance is just right, the strength is strong enough, and the cock is just out of reach.

So there's nothing new for the cocks?He has nothing to learn about shockwaves.

Do you want him to realize something out of thin air?how is this possible.Just like the famous allusion of the blind man touching an elephant, people are more accustomed to using known knowledge to understand unknown things. It is a bit too outrageous for him to think of a completely unknown thing.

So how do you get out of here?

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It should be the seventh anniversary. I forgot to write it when I was practicing on the sixth anniversary. Send it.

The weather outside was getting more cloudy, and it might not be a good thing to go out now, maybe it would be safer in this small shelter, not to mention that he was practicing some new things right now.

Originally, he thought that Jonathan's spider silk was something that could be used casually, but after trying it himself, he realized how brain-intensive it is to use. Not only should the force output be considered, but the silk thread should also be completed in an instant. Weaving, if this thing is really practical, I am afraid it will be more laborious than the shock wave.

Fortunately, it can be used to turn flower ropes, which adds another entertainment item to life.

Meat sticks can't play this, they can only play with Rajput, but this bearded man is really good, and he can't turn the rope easily, so he smiled.

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Eighth anniversary...

After several months of losing with the flower rope, the bear's paw flip is really not good, so let's practice, whoever plays this is a dog.

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Ninth anniversary...

really!Hard work brings strength!

No one can beat me on the turning rope!I am Nobita Kuma, the champion of the universe flipping rope!

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tenth year...

It took half a year to successfully integrate the technique of turning the flower rope into the spider silk manipulation, and it is already possible to weave this thing into any shape at will.

In the remaining six months, he successfully weaved those spider silks into sticks, which was a great improvement for his skill in weaving flower ropes.

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No. 11 years...

I feel that my height has grown to almost three meters, but I can't measure it without a ruler.

In addition, I always feel that the time is a bit out of date, is it because the days are undercounted in the middle?Has it really been ten years?Why does it always feel like only one year has passed?

The diary is a bit unreliable. I knew that I should write it every day, or mark it. At least this way I can really tell how much time has passed, instead of living my life in a blur like now.

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It should be No.12 years, it should be.

Remembering the date is confusing again, mainly because it is not easy to determine how long a second is, especially in this situation where there is no way to use the sun as a reference.

I also tried to use the pulse as a comparison, but I can’t remember the number after a little exercise and heart rate together, and I always feel that this is actually not a really accurate second, and the error should not be small, at least compared to when the sun is out occasionally It's already a bit out of line, and there may even be a case where one day is missing.

Feeling the importance of standards, it seems that there is no way to determine how long a meter is, and it is also very troublesome not to be able to determine how long a second is.

So who first proposed the concept of "one meter"?Why did he say that the length is "one meter"?

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It should be No.13, right?At least that's about it.

So is it No.13?Has it really been that long?Why do I always feel that my body is still growing up now?Is it a problem of drinking too much water?

In order to record a detailed time conveniently, the diary is rewritten, and I write it day by day, otherwise I always feel that the time passes too fast, which is not right.

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First day of journaling again.

Because there is not much sunlight, it is difficult to tell the exact time. Anyway, the first thing to do after waking up is to exercise first. After all, there is something to do.

Drink water after exercising. I have to admit that Bian Ruo Shui is actually a very effective sports supplement if you don’t consider the effects of cerebral palsy. Complete recovery within a few breaths, I always feel that this is the real way to use Chang Ruo Shui, the so-called immortality is more like an accompanying gift?

After breakfast, we sat quietly in the bamboo grove. Those talkative old elephants made a small piece of bamboo grove and planted it by the lake. Compared with large pieces of wood, this stuff is relatively easier to turn into dry firewood, but everyone got used to it a long time ago In a dark environment, there is not much need for fire lighting.

The bamboo forest is a very suitable place for thinking. I remember a man named Wang Yangming enlightened himself just by looking at bamboo for seven days, but how did he get enlightened? Why does he always feel that sitting here and looking at bamboo is useless?

Oh, by the way, now that I think about it, what Wang Yangming realized was to see if bamboo farts are useful, and that's fine.

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The second day of journaling again.

Today I quarreled with Rajput about the length of one meter for a long time. The bearded man insisted that his legs are one meter long, but it doesn’t look like it. I always feel that Rajput, who is mentally handicapped, wants to take this opportunity to confuse him. The concept of "one meter" allows him to boast that his height is 1.8 meters five.

In fact, if you really want to be obsessed with height, it is not completely impossible.I remember that there was an operation to break the leg and then fix it. After the leg bone wound healed, the height would naturally grow.Although this operation sounds cruel, remember that there are indeed successful cases.

It's just that this kind of thing is still too cruel. After all, they have lived together for so long, how could they let it go?

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The fifth day of journaling again.

It was broken for two days, not because I overslept, but mainly because the Indian bearded man broke his legs while swimming, and he was busy, so he didn't have time to write.

Fortunately, these old elephants were very reliable and helped to make splints out of bamboo, and happened to have the kind of fine spider silk that Jonathan got on hand, which could be used as sutures.

The operation was a success, at least it seemed to be a success, and there was a pool next to it that turned like water, so nothing major would happen.

Be sure to get up early tomorrow, and definitely keep updating.

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Eighth day of journaling again.

I stopped updating for three days, mainly because I was too tired from practicing. Recently, I was going back some technical things to some basic training, which was more energy-intensive, so I didn't write.

In addition, on the seventh day, I suddenly found that the previous feeling was not wrong. If it is true that more than ten years have passed, it can be said that the old elephants have not died of old age. A baby mammoth that didn't grow up?

It doesn't make sense to know that he has grown up here, but the young mammoths who are also in the development stage are still the same as when they first met.

I tried to ask those old elephants, but these old elephants only know that this is the cemetery where every generation of cocks will come, and they don't know what's going on in this small space, they just can use it.

I have a bad feeling, is this place really just used as a cemetery?

Forget it, I will write the rest until tomorrow, and I will continue to update it tomorrow.

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No. 12 days to start journaling again.

Forget it, don't look for a reason, and pull your hips today.

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No. 15 days to start journaling again.

Hip pull...