Zhang Ling traveled to a different world, issued tasks according to the system, and built a Taoist temple in three years.
One after another, he also learned everything from written music and chess, agriculture, medicine, industry and commerce, to drawing talismans and divination.
Working at sunrise and resting at sunset are relaxing and contented.
Until one day, the villagers at the foot of the mountain sent an injured person, and life became different.
Today, an old man comes to look for chess friends, tomorrow a doctor comes to discuss medical science, and the next day a scribe comes to ask for calligraphy and painting...
Life becomes fulfilling and colorful.
Until one day, the old man was in a hurry and took a step forward.
Zhang Ling was shocked: This is martial arts! It turns out there is martial arts in this world!
Old man: Martial arts?
Doctor: Martial arts?
Scribes: Martial arts?
Zhang Ling: Yes! Martial arts! You all will be, right?
The old man, the doctor, the scribe: You should be able to, right?
The three of them secretly circulated their spiritual energy, ready to escape with their swords at any time.
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This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
