Fortunately, he possessed the ability to multitask and also had the Spring and Autumn Annals.

The Spring and Autumn Annals Pen was the reward Wang Bo received as a dragon-patterned wooden plaque after he drowned and came here.

Holding the Spring and Autumn Annals pen, his eyes scanned the books on the first floor of the library, and his hands moved swiftly to copy them.

Zhang Sanfeng studied with great enthusiasm, even meditating on the ground. Sometimes he would ask questions, and Li Ming would answer them with ease, using six different skills at once.

Zhang Sanfeng intended to study the books on the second floor over two days, but before he could finish reading the first floor, Li Ming told him that he didn't have much time left.

It's a real shame.

He had no choice but to give up, stop reading, and delve deeper into the issues of cultivation with Li Ming, such as the aspects of Qi cultivation.

Li Ming answered each question clearly and thoroughly.

Because once Zhang Sanfeng leaves, even if there are problems, one can only study them independently.

After finishing the theoretical research, I discussed it with Li Ming to consolidate what I had just learned, and asked him about anything I didn't quite understand.

In the end, Zhang Sanfeng left this place with the book.

...

Zhang Sanfeng returned to his own courtyard.

He was bewildered at that moment.

It's like a dream.

Suddenly, ancient cultivation books copied by Li Ming fell from the sky.

He stared at the books, his heart pounding. He couldn't believe it was real, not a dream.

He was so happy that he danced around, completely disregarding his image, just like a child.

Why are you so happy?

Several martial arts disciples arrived and were overjoyed to see Zhang Sanfeng, who was over a hundred years old, but they didn't know what he was so happy about.

Suddenly, I noticed ancient books falling from the sky, like rain.

Zhang Sanfeng said excitedly, "Quickly, quickly, convene the martial arts conference, I have something to announce."

...

After Zhang Sanfeng left.

Li Ming withdrew his gaze and stared at the withered tree in front of the pavilion in the air, where a new branch had indeed sprouted.

He glanced down at the dragon-patterned wooden plaque at his waist, which displayed the words: "Reward: Qi Refining Level 20".

Then another line of text floated up on top.

"The reward is Yin-Yang Fist and Yin-Yang Sword Technique."