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At this time, Chen Feng ignored Zhang Zhichao's surprise and started writing furiously.

Chen Feng engraved all the skills in his mind and spent hundreds of years. Even an idiot can practice them, let alone Chen Feng.

What's more, Chen Feng's attainments in calligraphy and painting have reached their peak, and it is really easy to copy down an ancient technique.

The most important thing is that Chen Feng has practiced these martial arts secrets to the point of proficiency, which means that Chen Feng himself is a walking treasure house.

It can be said that all the martial arts in the world are probably inferior to Chen Feng.

Inside the library.

It was quiet, except for the sound of the brush flying on the white paper.

Everyone stared at Chen Feng in stunned silence, as he could create an earth-shattering martial arts secret book every ten minutes.

The sun sets in the west, the light outside gradually dims, and the sun is almost setting in the west.

Because the Wudang Sect is not familiar with the secular world, they have always maintained the most primitive state of existence, even without lights.

Chen Feng stopped the brush in his hand and ordered: "Go and prepare some food. My granddaughter and a few of her friends will arrange a room for them. I will be here tonight, light an oil lamp, and copy." .”

Zhang Zhichao heard this and immediately said: "Ancestor, don't worry, we still have a lot of things to do."

Chen Feng said calmly: "If you are not worried, then I will be worried."

Yes.

Chen Feng originally planned to go out with Chen Menghan, but something like this happened.

So, Chen Feng decided to copy the Wudang Sect's exercises first, and then left.

What happens next has nothing to do with Chen Feng. This is also the fate of him and Wudang.

the next day.

In the Sutra Pavilion, Chen Feng was writing and drawing.

Next to Chen Feng, there are many classics and secret techniques.

More than a hundred are enough to prove Chen Feng's strength.

If it were an ordinary person, even if they had such technology, it would be impossible to do this.

A person's physical strength simply cannot withstand a night of heavy work.

But Chen Feng was different. After taking the Immortal Pill, Chen Feng's physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Chen Feng had tried it before and hadn't slept a wink for more than a month. Apart from being a little weak, there wasn't much change.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Ye Futian said.

At this moment, the door of the Sutra Library opened, and Zhang Zhichao walked out of the door with a breakfast.

Zhang Zhichao was stunned when he looked at the scene in the Sutra Pavilion.

He never expected that Chen Feng would copy out all the techniques overnight.

From the looks of it, it only takes a few days to copy down all the martial arts secrets in the martial arts world.

Zhang Zhichao was shocked and asked respectfully: "Ancestor, do you want to take a rest first?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "No need, I have to take you with me for three meals a day. As for the other things, don't worry about it."

"Yes." Wang Yao said.

Zhang Zhichao didn't say much, threw the breakfast in his hand, turned around and left.

Chen Feng was eating his breakfast while recording.

Wudang.

The disciples of Wudang, all dressed in long robes, were training for a day in this open space.

However, something extremely strange happened here.

"Everyone, everyone, this is the 'Wu-Tang' we want to watch. I just discussed with the Wu-Dang Sect Master that we can broadcast it live here."

Chen Menghan's live broadcast room has been frantically flooded by fans, who have asked Chen Menghan to live broadcast the internal situation of Wudang.

You know, the ones who came to Wudang this time were Chen Menghan and the others.

So Chen Menghan went to see Zhang Zhichao early in the morning and told him his plan to come here.

Zhang Zhichao originally planned to refuse, but he also knew that Chen Menghan was Chen Feng's granddaughter.

Moreover, Chen Feng also said that if Wudang Clan becomes a monk in the future, people will definitely know about it.

So Zhang Zhichao agreed.

Besides, he had no room for refusal. If Chen Menghan went to Chen Feng, he would definitely agree.

Everyone in Chen Menghan's live broadcast room was shocked by this spectacular scene.

"I'm going to Wudang, right? Why do you have the feeling? It's just like in martial arts stories."

"Host, please go and find out if these people know martial arts?"

"Host, can you give me an exclusive interview to see their daily life?"

"It's so pathetic to be a monk, hiding in the middle of nowhere."

"Is Brother Qing their ancestor?"

Everyone is full of curiosity about those eminent monks who remain hidden from the world.

At this time, out of curiosity about this question, Chen Menghan decided to ask the young monk.

But these people were in seclusion, and it was not easy for Chen Menghan to disturb them.

Chen Menghan suddenly discovered that an old man with a white beard, wearing a long gown and a wrinkled face, was sweeping leaves on the ground with his hands.

Chen Menghan immediately greeted him: "This Taoist priest, can you tell me, can Taoist priests know martial arts?"...