A Panda's Martial Arts

The old man grinned, showing his broken teeth.

"Go, go to that beast, use the trust it has in you, and stay there as our spy."

While speaking, the old man patted Qianduoluo on the shoulder.

"I believe in you, you can do it."

Chapter Sixteen Inheritance of the Wisdom of the Ancients

Qianduo Luo has always been very clear about his own cognition.

Since he was a teenager, he has known that he is not good at studying at all. The job he is best suited to do as a big man is to fight, and he is also keen on this. A good hand, and occasionally a little cleverness will only be used for self-protection——

This is why he is clearly engaged in the high-risk industry of soldiers, which may die suddenly at any time, and he can live until he is almost 60 years old in this chaotic era. You must know that in terms of the average life expectancy of the shelter, most people are in their forties. It is almost buried in the ground at the age of [-].

Never do things beyond your ability, this is the secret of Qiandara's longevity.

It's just that sometimes, there will be some force majeure.

He did not dare to disobey the request of his former master, even if the other party is now in a wheelchair, but how could Qianduoluo, who had seen the terrifying power before, think that the other party would really be as weak as he seemed——

The hand pinching his neck had already given him enough hints, it was clearly powerful enough to directly break his spine.

But asking him to go to the panda to be a spy... Isn't that still asking him to die?

Leaving aside the dangers of this job, his brain alone is not the kind that can be used as a spy.It's like now, let alone being a spy, even if he finds a reason to be close to the panda, he doesn't have a reason.

You can't really talk about science, can you?How does he understand that?

Besides, if you really want to talk, are you sure that thing can be regarded as science?

Thinking of the scientific experiment in which lightning was struck before, Qianduoluo's scalp became numb for a while. He really didn't want to have this kind of hellish experience again.

But if he doesn’t do this, he has no other choice. After all, although pandas usually seem to be very talkative, they are actually very independent. He can also feel a subtle sense of distance——

Obviously, in order to get some useful information, he must break this sense of distance, but this is the most difficult part for Qianduoluo.

Fortunately, his recent luck seems to be good.

"Gandhara? It happens that you are here, so please help me."

As soon as he arrived at the door of the refuge, Qianduoluo met a bald young man pushing a small cart.

"It just so happens that your confidentiality authority is enough, so you can transport more in one trip... Maybe you can move them all at once, come and help me, for the shelter."

"Uh……"

Qianduoluo wanted to refuse subconsciously. You must know that he and this bald donkey have not dealt with each other very much. Both of them want to kill each other, so how can they help each other——

But when he saw the black glass in the small car pushed by the bald youth, Qiandara frowned.

"These are the ancient books unearthed from the ruins? What are you going to do with them?"

"Take it and decipher it. This should have been done long ago."

The bald young man raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the hillside next door.

"Master Xiong over there knows how to decipher these things, so I just took them all over and showed him... What, you want to stop me?"

"Ok?"

Qiandara keenly captured the key information in the discourse.

Master Bear over the hillside?Can you decipher these?

He doesn't care if he can decipher something, after all, he doesn't understand it, but if you talk about Master Xiong on the other side of the hill... isn't it talking about the panda?

"No, I didn't mean to stop you."

Seeing that the bald young man was still hostile to him, Qianduoluo thought for a while and tried to put on a kind attitude.

"I mean is it okay for you to bring only these? After all, I remember that these things need to be powered on to start. You should probably bring an extra small generator set."

"What's the matter with you today?"

The footsteps of the bald young man couldn't help but stop because Qianduoluo's performance today was too abnormal.

If Qianduoluo acted like an iron animal, then he wouldn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, the leader of the battle group was such an unreliable person. It would be more appropriate to say that he was a born villain——

But such a selfish thing full of evil, suddenly learned to speak human language, what is this trying to do?

"Did you take the wrong medicine? Or was your head chopped off by thunder?"

"What are you talking about? As if I can't do anything?"

Qianduoluo's face turned dark immediately.

"I have also contributed to the refuge. I also participated in the siege of foreign races. The Kshatriya battle group was also the area that was hit hard. I killed many foreign races with my sword. What, I want to give Can't the shelter do anything?"

"But you're not..."

"That's because the shelter can't support the Kshatriya battle group. It's a problem on the books, not me."

Gandhara sighed.

"Why do you think I hate the shelter? I grew up in the shelter anyway."

"Uh..." The bald young man was speechless.

After talking about this, if you continue to spray it, you will really tear your face. Now that both of them represent the two major forces in the shelter, it is not a good thing to have disputes with each other——

What's more, what Qianduoluo said in the last sentence is correct. Everyone grew up in the refuge, and this is their home after all. Who really doesn't want this place to get better?

"Then you come here, just in time for Master Xiong to see how you are recovering."

The bald young man thought about it, but he let go.

Although Qianduoluo is indeed a scumbag, it is also a part of the refuge after all. Before the new armed forces are trained, the refuge does need the strength of the Kshatriya war group.

So if you can mend the relationship, even if it's just a superficial effort for your subordinates, the bald youth has no reason to refuse.

Facts have proved that the efficiency of work is not the same after having more hands, especially Qianduoluo, who is more than two meters tall and has a big waist, is a good hand at manual labor——

Originally, according to the estimate of the bald youth, it would take at least three to five days to move all these ancient books. They were all transported to the thatched hut on the hillside next door.

And when they came, the panda was playing chess with the little mammoth.

"Yo, bald head, you are here."

Hearing the sound, the panda stood up abruptly, perhaps because of being too excited, the panda's paw accidentally wiped off half of the chessboard drawn on the ground.

"Come, come, sit, sit, what's the matter this time?"

Ignoring the little mammoth who was screaming and yelling at the back, the panda welcomed the two of them into the thatched hut.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the big box that the two men had brought in.

Or in other words, the pile of mobile phones in the big box.

"Are there so many?"

The panda's eyes are straight.

"Good! Good! Tell me, what do you want to ask?"

"We want to ask you to help decipher the contents of these things... After all, you also know that the monastery suffered a lot this time. The monks of the older generation basically died in battle, and they didn't pass down any deciphering methods... "

Speaking of this, the bald young man's expression began to mourn, obviously the impact of that bloody battle on him has not dissipated.

Or in other words, it won't go away at all.

Human life is such a fragile thing, even if it is injured a little bit, it will die, and if it dies, it will die.

But human life is extremely important. Just like now, almost all front-line scientific research personnel died in battle. As a result, the scientific research level of the entire refuge was directly cut in half, and many technologies were directly disrupted by this severe injury. Even Translating ancient classics is already difficult to do.

This is also the reason why the bald youth came to look for the panda in such a hurry. He wanted to take advantage of this short period of peace, at least to file and sort out all the technologies currently possessed by the refuge.

This is a very important thing. Having a record means that it can be passed on, which means that even if all the monks in the monastery are dead, the refuge will have another chance to restore civilization.

This is the ashes of civilization, but also the kindling of hope.

It is also the final insurance for the entire shelter.

"So you talk so much, what about electricity?"

The panda spreads its arms.

"There is no electricity, and there is no data cable. You don't think I can open these things with bare hands, do you?"

"Uh, sorry."

The bald young man who came back to his senses hastily beckoned Qianduoluo to start the small generator set, and then, amidst the black smoke of the diesel engine, he took out a short data cable from the bag with a holy face.

The data cable is very short, only less than half a meter, but the bald young man held this thing as if he was holding some religious sacred object. After the generator finally started to operate, the bald young man connected the power supply piously, and then carefully Plugged the data cable into a mobile phone.

With the action of the bald young man pressing the power button, the screen of the phone quickly lit up.

"Blessed..."

Looking at the lit black screen and the fonts made of light on the screen, the bald young man couldn't help being fascinated.

"No matter how many times I look at it, it's still so beautiful. This is the wisdom of the ancients before the catastrophe..."

"You shut your mouth first."

The panda's scalp was a little numb, he couldn't hear this kind of embarrassment, just because he really knew the logo that lit up on the screen.

There is no doubt that this is clearly a Huawei.

Generally speaking, it’s not bad. Although it has gone through many years, this phone can still barely turn on. Although the size of the phone is a bit too small for today’s pandas, but with his precise control of strength , it’s okay to use the touch screen——

It's just that the content on the screen of the phone is a bit eye-catching. When the screen is turned on, there is a familiar pink app standing in the middle of the screen.

"Why open it with this alone?"

The panda's expression was a little stiff.

"What do you want to do?"

"Because this is the most important of all ancient books, the elders of the monastery believe that it records the production technology of ancient weapons."

The bald young man looked serious.

"But they couldn't decipher the wisdom of the ancients before the catastrophe, and they couldn't accurately find the core information needed for the refuge from the vast amount of information...

You also know that these ancient classics have a huge capacity that does not match the size, and such a small screen can hold hundreds of thousands of books. "