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A glance at the millennium.

His eyes were warm and peaceful, and as deep as a deep sea, all of An Qisheng's entire perspective was occupied at once.

At this moment, An Qisheng only felt that this eye had occupied his entire world!

How could he find me?

I don't know what kind of state he is now. He can find out?

how can that be?

According to his speculation, this ability is only able to contact the spiritual imprint left by all beings from ancient times to the present, and realize their state at that time.

How could be found?

Is he wrong in his calculations, can his spirit really transcend all ages and live forever?

Do you really come thousands of years ago?

Wu Anqisheng's heart was beating violently.

For a while, he was confused.

It wasn't that he wasn't determined enough, but it was a shocking scene.

I have to thank that I have seen a sage like Wang Yangming. If it is a demon head, is n’t it dangerous?

"Maybe he didn't find me? No, no, I can feel that he was watching me ..."

Wu Anqi settled down, barely put aside the cluttered mind.

He wants to speak, but he cannot speak in this state, he wants to show up, he cannot show up in this state.

I can only stare at it.

I have really met across the millennium, seemingly refutation, but it really happened.

Inside the swaying window paper, the figure moved.

Squeaking ~

The window opened at once, and a breeze blew into the house, swaying like a bean light.

At this time, An Qisheng also finally saw the true face of this eternal first-class person and Daxuan's last saint.

He wears a simple, thin body under a brown shirt, a wooden rafter with long gray hair, a clear face, ordinary features, only those eyes, in the night, in An Qisheng's perspective.

Like the sun and the moon, like the ocean and the sea, like the boundless universe.

Unfathomable.

At the same time I saw him, An Qisheng's heart calmed down completely, like the warm sun in winter shining on his body, comfortable, peaceful and relaxed.

His deeds about this Yangming saint resurfaced.

It has been recorded in the history of Takino that the spirit of this Mr. Yang Ming has already reached the realm of the ancient sages, and he can even predict the National Games and peek into the future.

If this is true ...

"The seventh realm, this must be the seventh realm!"

Luan Qisheng's mind became enlightened.

"It was still a little friend."

The breeze blew through the ends of his hair, Wang Yangming nodded slightly, his eyes stayed close to An Qisheng, and he seemed to really see this 'guest' from later generations.

His eyes are clear, without a little curiosity, only a touch of joy.

"He doesn't seem surprised at my arrival ..."

Wu Anqisheng turned his thoughts on.

He wanted to speak, but he was nothing but an illusionary unknowable thing at this time. He couldn't master such advanced skills at all.

He didn't want to, but Wang Yangming at the table inside the house seemed to hear An Qisheng's thoughts and answered:

"My friend's heart is far away from me, but it's not surprising that he can come to see me."

"Unreasonable outside the heart, nothing outside the heart, all things in heaven and earth are in my heart. When you come, I will be without you in your heart. Once you come, feel free in my heart.

King Wang Yangming looks calm:

"I can't see, can't hear, can't detect, haven't you ever been before? Haven't you ever existed?"

But you don't have to panic too much. I know you're here, but it doesn't mean I can hurt you.

"Mr. Yangming can hear my heart?"

The mood of Lu Anqi's life was a little beat again.

What Wang Yangming said seemed seemingly aimless, but it actually pointed out many of the thoughts and questions he had turned in his mind before.

"While thinking and learning, this is not difficult to understand. Communication between people still needs language, words, and heart-to-heart communication, but these are not needed."

Wang Yangming's voice sounded.

But An Qisheng found that while his voice sounded, in fact, he never spoke at all, and it was not a voice!

This seems to be somewhat similar to the legendary psychic intimateness of the Buddhist door.

"Supernatural power? What is supernatural power? Walking and lying, everything that seems to be used, if few people can do it, is it supernatural power?"

Wang Yangming didn't know when he had stood up and paced slowly in the house.

He waited until he stood up, and An Qisheng saw that the saint's body was already weak, and he staggered a little between the steps.

If you only look at this scene, you are really an ordinary old man.

But in the feeling of An Qisheng, the old man's body exudes a pure light that cannot be seen directly.

Light of the soul?

A word popped out of An Qisheng's heart.

"It's not easy for you and me to meet, but there are also fate. I know a lot in your heart. If you ask, I may answer."

The old man walks slowly and hard, as if every step requires great effort.

He was so ashamed that he was talking.

This state appears in an existence that is very likely to step into the front, which is extremely incredible.

Inadvertently, An Qisheng thought of what Xue Yan once said.

Can the heavens and earth bear the sage's soul, but the worldly food cannot support the elderly's body in the world?

Isn't that saying that the higher the realm, the shorter the existence of the world?

That countless days since the ancient times, the proud man is pursuing the way forward, isn't he looking for his own way?

"I......."

Luan Qisheng's heart trembled.

From the people of the world, Xue Yan, Mu Longcheng, the great masters he saw, needless to say, good and evil, all are the worldly figures who have reached the limit.

If they let them know the path they are pursuing, if it is really a dead end.

又 So what?

"Chaowen said, you can die in the evening."

As soon as Qi Anqisheng's thoughts started, the old man stopped, his eyes were drowsing in the courtyard with a sigh of sigh:

"I have known all your doubts, and I can solve all your doubts."

"The road ahead may not be as beautiful as you think, and maybe it should not be left.

But if I go on to the Holy, I will also preach the new Holy ... ”

The old man opened the door ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ walked into the courtyard, and the night wind blew through the branches.

The sound of ‘Burning’ came along with the old man ’s voice into An Qisheng ’s heart:

"The old tree is towering, the roots must be deeper. If the roots are to the center of the earth, even if the sky is infinite, the branches and leaves cannot reach higher ..."

"You have to remember ..."

Under the old tree, the old man stood with his hands on his back, but his thin body was extremely tall in An Qisheng's heart.

"go Go!"

Between the elderly, An Qisheng only felt the perspective, the world melted, the ancient city collapsed, the house, the old tree, the lights, the old man ...

Disappeared one by one.

Uh ~

In the small hotel next to the railway station, An Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the dream.

"Hoo ..."

Luan Qisheng slowly exhaled a spit.

I settled down and picked up the yellowed scrolls spread out in front of me. The scrolls are still there, but the spiritual imprint on them has disappeared.

"Mr. Yangming, you haven't said anything yet ..."

Luan Anqi laughed bitterly.

说 You said it would solve my confusion, but you said ...

In his perspective, the captured brand of spirit has disappeared.

This means that he cannot visit Mr. Yangming repeatedly.

"Mr. Yangming said to solve my doubts, such a character is absolutely impossible to lie to me ..."

Lu Anqi felt something in her heart and rubbed the Middle Scroll unconsciously:

"So ..."

He lowered his head and looked at the yellowish ancient text on the scroll, and a strange thought suddenly rose in his mind:

Is this book left to me by Mr. Yang Ming? !! !!