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If he hadn't learned all this from the books of Zhang Sanfeng and the three sect leaders, he might not have believed it.

"Yes." Wang Yao said.

Chen Feng did not hesitate and walked directly to the Wudang sect.

"Ancestor can go in, but you can't."

Zhang Zhichao stopped everyone.

Wudang Clan belongs to its own sect, and ordinary guests are not allowed to enter.

Chen Feng turned around and pointed at Chen Menghan and Jiang Yun.

Chen Feng also knew the rules of Wudang Clan, and of course he would not let these people in.

Chen Menghan and Jiang Yun followed Chen Feng obediently. Seeing this scene, both of them were extremely shocked.

They never expected that Chen Feng would be so powerful, and in just a short moment, he would become the leader of the Wudang Sect.

"Holy crap, why can't I go in!"

"This is illegal. Is this your house?"

"All the funds were concentrated in one place. I was still thinking about whether I could come in, but I was kicked away."

"Everyone, to be honest, this place seems to be the territory of a certain force..."

Those who were blocked out were unwilling to join the Wudang Clan.

But in front of hundreds of practitioners in Wudang, it was difficult to move even an inch.

There were a few people who were reasonably sensible and left honestly.

After all, this is a piece of territory belonging to the Wudang Clan, and no one is allowed to set foot on it without permission.

It didn't take long for the tourists to be dispersed.

Wudang.

in the lobby.

Chen Feng sat down in the position of the sect leader, with Chen Menghan and Jiang Yun on his left and right.

Below are dozens of Wudang clan leaders and the current clan leader Zhang Zhichao.

These people are all powerful figures in the Wudang Clan. They looked at Chen Feng with curiosity.

When Chen Feng saw them, he naturally knew what they were thinking.

Chen Feng immediately ordered: "Go to Sanqing Hall first, under the No. 3 stone in front of the door, and pick up a book left by our ancestors."

As soon as Chen Feng said this, everyone present was confused.

Of course they know who the ancestor is.

It was Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang.

However, Zhang Sanfeng buried a volume of books in the Sanqing Palace, which had never happened before in the history of Wudang Sect.

Zhang Zhichao was the first to make a decision. He rushed over immediately, and the other elders followed closely behind.

The distance between Sanqing Hall and the main hall is only more than 300 miles.

Not long after, everyone was standing at the entrance of Sanqing Hall.

Zhang Zhichao saw the three stones and his face showed excitement.

The bluestone here has not been moved away for hundreds of years since the Wudang Clan was founded.

If there is another book under this book, then Chen Feng is the real originator.

Otherwise, how could Chen Feng know that it had been buried for so many years hundreds of years ago.

Zhang Zhichao happily started carrying stone bricks together with other elders.

A book made of wooden materials is placed quietly on the ground. On the book, there are countless handwritings, which are still clearly visible even after hundreds of years.

"What's here, what is this?"

"No way. If it is really a relic of our ancestors, it means it has been there for at least seven or eight hundred years."

"Could it be that the young man in this hall is really our ancestor?"

Seeing the book, several elders took a deep breath.

They never expected that Chen Feng was actually right.

Zhang Zhichao was holding the book carefully at this time and reading it carefully.

Then, Zhang Zhichao said excitedly: "This is the handwriting of our ancestors. Although it is made with a small knife, the handwriting is very similar to the handwriting of our ancestors."

At this moment, Zhang Zhichao had completely confirmed Chen Feng's true face.

Not long after, those people took the book and returned to the lobby.

"Ancestor!" the old man exclaimed.

Zhang Zhichao handed the booklet in his hand to Chen Feng respectfully.

"Yes." Wang Yao said.

Chen Feng held the book and felt a little sad.

This book was written by Zhang Sanfeng and is based on his life experiences.

When Zhang Sanfeng wrote this book, he did not publish it and buried it in the Sanqing Palace.

Chen Feng was also present and was very surprised by Zhang Sanfeng's behavior.

But Zhang Sanfeng wanted to bury his body in Sanqing Hall to show his Taoist heart.

If he pursues the Tao all his life, then he is a Taoist.

Now Chen Feng took out this book just to let the cultivators under Wudang Sect know it.

"In the year 1,315, the current situation was turbulent and people were panicked. Zhang Sanfeng led a group of Wudang Taoists to solve the problems for the people of the world."

"In the year 1,328, the cultists rebelled, eating human flesh, drinking human blood, and causing countless disasters. Wudang is the holy land of Taoism. Zhang Sanfeng led his disciples to eliminate them."

"In the year 1,385, during the peaceful and prosperous times, Wudang Taoist priests, in the name of Taoism, helped the world."

Chen Feng said slowly.

The few people below didn't know why Chen Xuanqing said such words.

Chen Feng's tone changed and he said in a cold voice: "Back then, your ancestors pushed the Wudang Sect to its most prosperous position, but now, your actions have ruined the reputation of my Wudang Sect."...