At noon the next day, Sun Meng, who was called by Su Ming, saw three salted fish spirits lying on the sofa as soon as he entered the door.

"What's wrong with them?"

Looking at Qin Xu and the other two sitting on the sofa as if they were boneless, Sun Meng asked in surprise, did these three run out to be thieves in the middle of the night and encountered some little fairy? Otherwise, why would they all have dark circles and look weak on their faces?

"I'm tired of copying books all night!"

Su Ming pointed to the neat stacks of notebooks that were ticking on the coffee table and said, "These are the results of them staying up all night and this morning!"

To be honest, Su Ming was quite surprised at the speed of Qin Xu and the other two writing. She originally thought that the copying of books would last until tomorrow or not, but she didn't expect that it would be completed at noon today.

"Crossing books all night? Why do they copy books all night while they are idle? They have copied so much!"

Sun Meng asked with a confused look on his face. Even before the end of the world, I didn’t see many people doing the things that would copy books all night long. What’s more, now it’s the end of the world, why do you want to copy books when you have nothing to do? What’s more, copy books all night long. I can’t sleep in the middle of the night, so I’m going to find something for myself?

"Send it to you!"

Su Ming picked up a book and threw it into Sun Meng's arms, saying, "These notebooks are all kinds of martial arts secrets, from internal skills to horizontal practice of external schools, from fist and foot light skills to swords, guns, sticks, fingers and palms to grasping, hidden weapons and acupoints, everything is available!"

"Martial Arts Secrets?"

Sun Meng exclaimed, then quickly opened the notebook and took a look. Although he had never seen any real martial arts secrets, his intuition told him that the things recorded in the notebook he was probably really martial arts secrets.

And if the book in his hand is a real martial arts secret, then wouldn’t it be the stack of notebooks on the coffee table?

Thinking of this possibility, Sun Meng suddenly felt that his heartbeat was a little uncontrollable. There were so many martial arts secrets, and Su Ming seemed to have said he wanted to give it to him just now?!

"Brother Sun said yesterday that your military could not recruit psychics and ancient martial artists, so I thought, since there is no way to recruit people from outside, then we might as well find new ways and train them directly on our own. It just so happens that I don't lack martial arts secrets here. After I got home yesterday, I asked Qin Xu and the others to copy some for you!"

He bent down and pulled out a woven bag from under the coffee table. While speaking, Su Ming began to stuff the notebook on the table into the woven bag.

"You bring these martial arts secrets to discuss with your old leader and see how to arrange the soldiers under your command to practice. If you encounter something you don't understand during the practice, Brother Sun, come to me again and I'll see if you can help you solve it!"

"Girl, girl, please be gentle!"

Looking at Su Ming's actions, Sun Meng felt that his heart was about to pop out of his throat.

This is a martial arts secret. Those ancient martial artists all treasured something. But when they came to Su Ming, they felt like cabbage? Such a treasure was actually packed in a woven bag? And the bagging action was so violent!
Chapter completed!