A thousand years at a glance.

The light in his eyes was warm and peaceful, and as deep as the abyssal sea, which occupied An Qisheng's entire perspective at once.

At this moment, An Qisheng only felt that this light in his eyes occupied his entire world!

How could he have discovered my existence?

I don't know what kind of state I'm in now, but he can find out?

How is this possible?

According to his speculation, his ability was only to be able to contact the spiritual imprints left by all living beings throughout the ages, and to perceive their state at that time.

How could it be discovered?

Could it be that his own calculations are wrong, and his spirit can really cross the realm through the ages and dream for thousands of years?

Did you really come to a millennium ago?

An Qisheng's heart was beating wildly, turning a hundred times at once, and countless thoughts came to him.

For a while, my heart was numb.

It's not that his mind is not firm enough, it's just that this scene is too shocking.

Thanks to the fact that he saw a saint like Wang Yangming, if he was a demon of the world, wouldn't he be in danger?

"Maybe he didn't find me? No, no, I can feel it, he's just looking at me......"

An Qisheng made up his mind, barely reining in his chaotic thoughts.

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak in this state, he wanted to show up, he couldn't show up in this state.

I can only watch stunned.

It has really met across the millennium, and it seems to be a refutation, but it really happened.

Inside the flickering lights, the figure moved.

Squeak~

The window opened, and the breeze blew into the room, swaying like a bean lamp.

At this time, An Qisheng finally saw the true face of this first-class person through the ages, the last saint of Daxuan.

He was dressed simply, his body was a little thin under the brown shirt, a wooden hairpin tied with long gray hair, his face was clear, his facial features were ordinary, only those eyes were in this night, in An Qisheng's perspective.

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

Have no bottom.

At the same time as seeing him, An Qisheng's heart calmed down completely, like the warm winter sun shining on his body, comfortable, serene, and relaxed.

The deeds of this Yangming saint resurfaced in my mind.

It has been recorded in the wild history that the spirit of this Mr. Yang Ming has already reached the realm of ancient sages, and he can even predict the fortunes of the country and spy on the future.

If this is true......

"The Seventh Realm, this must be the Seventh Realm!"

An Qisheng's heart was full of realization.

"It turned out to be a little friend."

The breeze blew through the tips of his hair, Wang Yangming bowed his head slightly, his eyes did not leave An Qisheng, and he seemed to really see this 'guest' from the next generation.

His eyes were clear, without the slightest curiosity, only a faint hint of joy.

"He didn't seem surprised by my arrival......"

An Qisheng turned his mind around.

He wanted to speak, but he himself was just an illusory and unknowable thing at this time, and he couldn't master such a high level of pronunciation.

But he didn't want to, but Wang Yangming, who was at the table in the room, seemed to hear An Qisheng's thoughts, and replied:

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

"There is no reason outside the heart, there is nothing outside the heart, the things outside the world are all in my heart, when you are in the future, I have no you in my heart, as soon as you come, you are at ease in my heart."

Wang Yangming's expression was calm:

"I can't see, I can't hear, I can't perceive, haven't you been? Didn't it ever exist? ”

But don't panic too much, I know you're coming, but that doesn't mean I can hurt you.

"Mr. Yang Ming can hear my heart?"

Anqi's mood after calming down was a little beating again.

Wang Yangming's words seemed aimless, but in fact they pointed out many thoughts and doubts that had turned in his heart before.

"It's not a very difficult thing to understand when you think and know with your heart, but you still need language, words, and heart-to-heart communication to communicate with people, but you don't need these."

Wang Yangming's voice sounded.

An Qisheng found that when his voice sounded, in fact, he didn't speak at all, and it wasn't a sound!

This seems to be somewhat similar to the legendary Buddha's supernatural heart.

"Magical powers? What is supernatural power? Walking, sitting and lying, all things that seem to be habitual, if few people can do it, is it also a miracle? ”

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

It wasn't until he stood up that Ankisheng saw that the saint's body was already very weak, and he was stumbling between steps.

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

But in An Qisheng's feelings, the old man's body exuded a pure light that people couldn't look at directly.

Light of the mind?

A word suddenly popped up in An Qisheng's heart.

"It is not easy for you and me to see each other, but there is also fate, I know a lot in your heart, if you ask again, I may be able to answer."

The old man walked slowly and with difficulty, as if every step required great effort.

So much so that when he spoke, he was a little out of breath.

Such a state is extremely inconceivable to appear in an existence that is very likely to step into the path ahead.

Inadvertently, An Qisheng thought of what Xue Zheng had said.

Heaven and earth can carry the hearts of saints, but worldly resources cannot support the old man's body?

Doesn't that mean that the higher the realm, the shorter the existence?

Isn't it self-defeating that countless heroes throughout the ages have pursued the way forward?

"I ......."

An Qisheng's heart was shaken.

From the Peerless Dao people, Xue Zheng, Mu Longcheng, the great masters he saw, needless to say, good and evil, all of them are world-famous figures who have gone to the limit.

If they know the path they are looking for, it will be a dead end.

So what?

"Chaowen said, you can die at night."

As soon as An Qisheng's thought arose, the old man stopped, and his warm eyes fell into the courtyard, with a hint of sigh:

"You don't have to speak, I know all your doubts, and I can solve all your doubts."

"The road ahead may not be as rosy as you think, and perhaps it shouldn't be left behind.

But I will continue to be holy, but I will also preach the new holiness ......"

The old man pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, where the night breeze blew through the branches.

The sound of 'whoosh' and the old man's voice came into An Qisheng's heart:

"If the roots reach the center of the earth, even if the sky is infinite, the branches and leaves cannot reach the higher ........"

"Remember ......"

Under the old tree, the old man stood with his hands in his hands, but his thin body was extremely tall in An Qisheng's heart, almost the same as the sky:

"Go, go!"

Between the old man's sleeves, An Qisheng only felt that in his perspective, the heaven and earth melted, the ancient city collapsed, the house, the old tree, the lights, and the old man......

Disappeared one by one.

Swish~

In the small hotel next to the train station, Anqisheng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

"Hoo ......"

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

After settling down, he picked up the yellowed scroll spread out in front of him, the scroll was still the same, but the spiritual imprint on it had dissipated.

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

An Qisheng smiled bitterly.

You say you can solve my puzzles, but you say.....

In his vision, the spiritual imprint he captured had disappeared.

This meant that it was impossible for him to visit Mr. Yang Ming in his dream again.

"Mr. Yang Ming said that he wanted to solve my doubts, and it is absolutely impossible for a character like him to lie to me......"

An Qisheng felt something in his heart, and unconsciously rubbed the ancient scroll in his palm:

"So ......."

Looking down at the yellowed ancient texts on the ancient scrolls, a strange thought suddenly rose in his heart:

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