The chance encounter with Wang Renjian did not affect Lin Feng and Helen's mood too much. The two giggled all the way, fighting and walking to Helen's house in Military Area A.

"Helen, do you want me, a prospective grandson-in-law, to meet your old man?" Walking to Helen's door, Lin Feng stopped and looked at her with a grin.

Helen's face immediately turned red, and she took a sip of Lin Feng, "Don't be stinky and beautiful." You're just a little shield, and I don't know if it's effective. Don't talk nonsense. Of course, in front of Wang Renkai, you also have to look like a boyfriend. Do you hear that? ”

Lin Feng's face collapsed, and he said miserably: "It turns out that I just have a spare tire." Lin Feng, you are really a swan who wants to eat toad meat, wishful thinking! ”

Helen listened proudly, and it took a while to react, "Lin Feng, you bastard, you are a toad, you are the ugliest toad in the world!" ”

There was another bustle. After a while, Lin Feng sent Helen into the house, and then reluctantly left.

While the two were giggling intimately, no one noticed that in the shadow of a big tree less than ten meters away, there was a person watching all this gloomily, his eyes full of jealousy, resentment, and hatred!

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When Lin Feng, who had spent a good day, returned to the barracks, he realized that although the good times were unforgettable, they were also short-lived, so short that they were like a white horse passing through a gap, just for a moment. At the same time, he also warned himself not to indulge in it. I still have a lot of things to do, especially to improve my strength as soon as possible, so that I can live up to Bruce's expectations and entrustment, protect the people I want to protect, and realize my ambitions. As far as Lin Feng is concerned, strength is everything!

On the morning of the second day after returning to the barracks, Lin Feng announced to the whole detachment that all matters of the detachment would be temporarily handed over to Zhang Zhichao to be responsible. Lin Feng himself shamelessly became a shopkeeper, and the reason was very good: I want to retreat!

Lin Feng's so-called retreat is to enter a room, close the door, close the window, and this is a "retreat". As for what the retreat was for, Lin Feng didn't say anything, and everyone was confused.

At this time, Lin Feng, who had closed up, was busy in front of a virtual display screen. He used Bruce's smart watch to enter the first-level database of the central computer, and spent several days and nights turning the information inside upside down, in order to be able to complete the task assigned by Bruce.

The level of secrecy of the first-tier database is second only to that of the high-level database. All smartwatches on Starship are tied to a central computer and are granted a certain level of permission. Only people with the appropriate permissions can access specific libraries. Like Lin Feng's first-level authority, only nine people can have the whole starship, and all of these people are generals who control an army, or important members of the administrative department. Like in the army, only Higgins, Lin Shaotian, Wang Zikai and the head of the equipment maintenance department have first-level authority, and there are also four people in the administrative department, plus one speaker of the parliament. As the supreme officer, Bruce has the highest authority, and only he has access to the high-level database. Similarly, only he knows the top secrets on the ship, such as the opening code of all ship-based offensive weapons.

Although the degree of confidentiality is high, it also means that the amount of information is reduced. The ancient martial arts materials of the Earth Age collected by Lin Feng are full of calculations, and there are only about 500 screens (one screen is the number of materials covering the entire display screen). But with these information, Lin Feng was also dizzy. Not to mention the many names, every ancient martial arts move alone can be said to be full of tricks, and looking at them one by one, Lin Feng is also miserable.

Lin Feng, who really had no choice, had to suspend this inefficient way of working first, and forced himself to calm down and think seriously.

What was Bruce's purpose in setting this task? It is nothing more than finding one or several ancient martial arts that can greatly enhance the physique of the inhabitants of the starship, and let everyone practice it. Then you only need to filter out the options that roughly meet this requirement, and then conduct research or practice. In the data, almost all ancient martial arts have names that match their own characteristics, so you can completely filter them by name. Although this is a bit biased, it is also ** not far from ten, like what "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon", the name is very domineering, but at first glance it is a palm method, it is useless to learn, it is impossible to slap open the atmosphere of a planet with one palm. (Hehe, kindly spoof Jin Lao, don't spray me, gold fans.) I've watched half of the Condor since I was 11 years old, and I'm a hardcore Jin Yong fan. There are also taekwondo, judo, and Muay Thai, which look like flower boxing to show off legs from the name, and it is estimated that it is the category that is not used.

The materials are also full of a large number of ancient cold weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds. For these, Lin Feng was not interested in the slightest. Just kidding, it's the interstellar era, and you still play cold weapons? Without waiting for you to open the frame, people are thousands of kilometers away, and a neutron cannon will wipe you out. What's the use of this thing, you say?

Seeing that the information was getting less and less, Lin Feng was also a little anxious. Can't find even one suitable one in so many kinds of kung fu? At the same time, I wondered, why do you say that the central computer puts these useless things in the first-level database? Is it because they are afraid that people will lose their minds and not work just practicing martial arts? Maybe there's some truth to that. But what does that matter to me Lin Feng? I'm a cow munching on a pumpkin now—there's nowhere to put it!

Lin Feng looked at it patiently. It wasn't until the last few pages that a little discovery was made.

What Lin Feng saw was such a few short lines:

Legend has it that the people who practice the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt can not only withstand punches and kicks without any damage, even ordinary swords can not hurt them, and even can reach the level of protecting the body, so as to obtain the unimaginable effect of not drowning in the water, not burning in the fire, holding the breath, not eating and not starving, etc., the martial proverb says "the force does not fight boxing (only brute force people can not help people who are proficient in boxing), boxing does not fight (people who are proficient in boxing can not help people who practice great skills)", This "gong" generally refers to the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt.

"What is Qigong and Gangqi? Haven't heard of it. But judging from the description of this information, there may indeed be people in history who have practiced this so-called golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, which seems to be quite powerful. In particular, the sentences of 'do not drown in the water, do not burn in the fire, hold your breath, do not eat or starve', are simply tailor-made for us. Unfortunately, there is no way to practice, otherwise it would be an excellent choice. ”

Lin Feng sighed, very sorry. No matter how powerful it is, I don't know how to practice, it's useless.

Lin Feng continued to flip through again, but until the last page, there was no more content that interested him.

At this time, Lin Feng was really desperate. All the information had been studied by him, and except for a short passage, Leng was not at all useful. Lin Feng was so annoyed that he wanted to scold, but he couldn't help it. The central computer is not a person, so what's the use of you scolding?

Helpless, Lin Feng had to hold on to his only hope, and read the content of less than two hundred words over and over again hundreds of times, but he couldn't get the point.

Since one person can't figure it out, just let a few more people participate, maybe there will be some gains. It is said that there is a lot of strength in numbers, and a few stinkers put together a bunch, which is always worth half of Zhuge Liang.

So, Lin Feng finally ended his 5 ...... The retreat of the heavens was successfully broken out.

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