From talking about mountains at 10 a.m. to dinner time, the bragging pandas ended up drinking too much. When Carlos asked his mother to invite the panda to dinner, the panda, who had stopped talking for less than a minute, was already fast asleep. Finally, the consul arranged for people to carry him into an empty barn and sleep for the night.
At breakfast time the next day, Carlos miraculously discovered that the panda man was already sitting at his dining table drinking an aperitif.
"Good morning, mother. Good morning, Ilucia. Good morning, master. Does the cider still taste good to you?" After Carlos said hello, he couldn't help but stare at the Pandaren. Yesterday's competition was so exciting that Carlos was also fascinated by it. It was only now that he had time to take a closer look at the live version of Kung Fu Panda.
"Well, the best way to relieve a hangover is to have another drink. Grain wine becomes more fragrant as it ages, and fruit wine still tastes freshly brewed." The Pandaren in front of him spoke with a natural rapping effect in the common language with the accent of the Wizong Island dialect. Carlos was also stunned for a while. After listening to him chatting for so long yesterday, he still hadn't discovered this specialty.
"Hug, I'm sorry, I don't drink. I drink. I stutter a little bit when I drink." The panda man noticed that the three Barovs were staring at him and explained.
This is hip-rap, you stutter like an egg, you are also from time travel, your English name is Columbus, your Chinese name is Magellan, your stage name is Jay Chou. Carlos thought he was going to go crazy if he didn't change the subject quickly.
"I haven't asked the master what your name is yet."
"I am Baofeng from the Feng family. You can call me Feng. Baofeng, or you can call me Brother Baobao. In addition, the name given to me by my master is **, so you can also call me Brother Baobao."
**Hug a bear? Carlos remembered that in his previous life, there was a brick-and-mortar warrior monk named T in his wow guild land reclamation group, and he couldn't bear it.
"Master, I heard that you are from the Wandering Island? Is the body of the Wandering Island really a giant sea turtle?" Carlos continued to change the subject.
"Yes, Shenzhenzi was the mount and good friend of our first panda explorer Liu Lang. It was so big at that time." Storm. Storm looked around, stood up and took two steps back to gesture. Then return to your seat and sit down. Listening to the mournful sound of the solid oak seat, Carlos quietly moved his chair back.
"There is no need to doubt that everything must go through the process of starting from scratch and growing from small to large, and the same goes for Shenzhenzi. Back then, it was just a cute little boy, but now Shenzhenzi is the entire Wandering Island, where the pandas live. Above, and can be self-sufficient." Storm. Storm said with pride.
"Aiwa, go and urge the second young master to get the third young master up. It's not the way to treat guests just to make them wait." Janis ordered the head maid.
"So Master, are you a Windrunner, a Brewmaster, or a Mistweaver?" Carlos asked curiously.
"Brew masters are all S13!" Storm. Storm suddenly raised his right hand and shouted (1.
"Sorry, this is a habitual reaction. I have no objection to the Jiuxian school myself, but the master is a die-hard member of the popular school, and lost to his senior brother of the Jiuxian school in a crucial contest to recruit a bride. From then on, we and The masters and aunts of the Mist Weaver School are not destined to be together. So I have to shout this slogan hundreds of times every day during my academic career. Over the past few decades, it has formed a conditioned reflex." Storm. Storm touched his head and smiled honestly. .
The amount of information is slightly larger. What is the difference between this and the last words of Sunnis (2. And you just exposed your master's love and hatred like this, is it really good? Your master's story can be enough to write three novels. It’s a million words, and it should be made into a TV series of at least fifty episodes.
Carlos took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and calmed down the sadness that was full of flaws but couldn't express.
"Master, what are the differences between the several schools of thought? I'm very curious."
"It's too profound to explain. After all, it's hard for you humans to understand the principles of Qi." Storm. Storm thought about how to express it.
Carlos nodded in understanding, but he was irritable inside. I can understand it!
"To put it simply, we Windrunners are good at fighting and running away, the Brewmasters are good at getting beaten and drinking, and the Mistweavers like to study weird things." Storm. After Storm finished speaking, he nodded with satisfaction.
This is Heiba, the naked Heiba. Who just said that he is not disgusted with the Jiuxian School? Slap him in the face, Fat Panda.
"I once read an anecdote in a book that said pandaren warriors would use two branches as tools to eat."
Storm. The brightness of the storm's eye increases.
"And monks have a special way of training that takes place during meals."
Storm. The brightness of the eye of the storm continues to rise.
"This cruel way of practice fully illustrates the law of survival of the weak and the strong."
The storm. The eye of the storm has illuminated itself.
"So master, can you show us your skills?"
Storm. Storm couldn't help but praise: "Little brother seems to know us Pandaren very well. This is indeed a traditional project."
"Master, can you show us how to use your left and right hands?" Carlos opened his eyes wide and launched a flash attack.
Storm. Storm was stunned for a moment. He thought Carlos wanted to compete with him. However, the host's hospitality was so warm that the little request from the children was nothing. After saying sorry to Janis, the panda held a knife in his left hand and a fork in his right hand. His left hand and his right hand began to compete for food.
"Wow, that's amazing."
"Is this a new trick for the circus?"
At Ava's urging, Alex and Wilton caught up with the show. Although Storm. Storm's left and right hands fought hard, the food always ended up falling into Storm. Storm's mouth.
After breakfast, the hostess proposed to make Dusty Storm some new clothes, and the Pandaren happily accepted.
"Carlos, where did you get this knowledge?" Janis asked doubtfully.
"Mom, if you read less magic books and pay more attention to the family library, you will also know. Storm. Storm is not the first pandaren to come to Lordaeron, but the monk is definitely one of the best warriors. I want to become his teacher." Carlos changed the topic lightly.
"Mom is a mage!" Being looked down upon by his eldest son, Janis quickly forgot his previous doubts amid the snickers of his daughter and two younger sons.
"You want to learn martial arts from this panda?" Janis straightened his collar, looked at Carlos and said, "I thought you were more interested in magic."
"There is no conflict, mom. Every skill has its own advantages. I don't want to be a monk, but it would be a pity to miss a panda who has such an outstanding common language." Carlos explained.
Note: 1.s13: As everyone knows, s is 13 if b is separated.
2. Sunnis’ last words: Shias are all s13.
