Chen Sheng didn't dare to say it at this time.

He knew that this should be a kind of legendary realm.

The realm of sincerity.

"Li" says: "The way of sincerity can be known in advance." ”

The way of sincerity is a realm, many years of study of the Tao, literacy gradually conforms to the text, in line with the Tao, the heart is crystal clear, without any dust, straight to the nature.

Sincerity in the heart, sincerity in the realm of the Tao.

The response just now is that the other party telepathically senses something related to him and responds instinctively.

"At least it's the pinnacle of heaven and man."

Only the world is sincere, in order to be able to enrich the world's great scriptures, establish the world's foundation, and know the transformation and education of heaven and earth.

Isn't that the kind of character who can write plain books, such a book with the characteristics of the Holy Dao?

Chen Sheng had already judged the strength of this person.

"It's just that why such a character has no reputation?"

Chen Sheng thought about it, but still replied in his will.

"Disciple Chen Sheng greets His Holiness."

He didn't dare to say that he would meet his teacher directly.

After all, his plain book is also a black household, and he doesn't dare to take it out openly, and now when he meets the person who writes the book, he will inevitably feel a little weak.

If you get the classics in the future, you can't be so frivolous, you have to see what era the author is.

Chen Sheng secretly blamed himself.

"Fortunately, the author of the book of the thick black study is much later."

After Chen Sheng replied to this sentence, he kept waiting, and the other party did not respond for a long time before he put his mind at ease.

Fortunately, it was just a hint of the other party's will.

An existence like this, which is close to the Holy Dao, has a myriad of wills, maybe he didn't attract the attention of the other party just now.

Chen Sheng didn't know.

In the literary world, in the depths of the Emperor's Extreme Heaven, in an unknown mountain.

A meditating pulsatilla, with a calm face suddenly frowned.

His eyes were closed, and he was suspended in mid-air.

Huangjitian is the eighth heaven in the literary world, the area here is vast and boundless, far better than Shenzhou, although this mountain is small, it is also a beautiful mountain and clear water.

Where the pulsatilla is located, it is a grass house on the mountainside.

Suddenly, Pulsatilla opened his eyes.

There was a bit of confusion in his eyes.

Ever since he established his way and entered the realm of sincerity, he had never had such a look.

Pulsatilla looked around and came back to his senses for a long time.

I've been here for more than 20 years.

For more than 20 years, he has been perfecting his holy path.

After more than ten years of thinking, I have already had a sense of the book of the avenue that I am going to write.

In the dark, he had sensed that there would be two texts in this life that would pass on his ideal doctrine.

A book of soldiers, a book of heaven.

The book of war, he has already thought about it in detail, and it is called "Three Strategies".

This book has three strategies, upper, middle and lower, blending the thoughts of Zhuzi, mainly Confucianism and Taoism, once this book is born, it will definitely help him canonize.

But what a proud man he was, how could he show that he was only a soldier?

So there is another book of heaven.

This book is not confined to the sons, it is a book of the holy way when he studies heaven and man, observes the words of a hundred schools, and becomes the way of heaven and man.

It's a pity that this book has not yet reached the height of his heart, according to his thoughts, he must use this book to cultivate a Holy Dao disciple, which can be regarded as a rough goal.

This book of heaven has a very high status in his mind, and it has surpassed that volume of three strategies.

He used the simplest word as his name.

Plain.

Plain books are the foundation of his future ideal country.

Plain books are the foundation, and the three strategies are the means.

It is enough to compete with the sons.

Over the years, he has been carving chapters and verses.

The will is divided into thousands of ways, sensing heaven and earth, and illuminating all things.

Every sentence is fulfilled, and it is stored in the heart.

So far, there are 130 sentences.

In the dark, there is a sense of self-induction, and there are two more sentences, and this book has been completed.

But what did he sense just now?

Just when his will sensed heaven and earth and illuminated all things, a wisp of his will actually sensed that a young man was reading a scroll.

The chapters and verses in that book were the ones he had constructed in his mind.

There are even two more sentences than him.

This is the book he will accomplish in the future.

The boy also admired him.

How is this possible?

Yellowstone Justice was a name he intended to use.

His book has not yet been constructed, and his name has not yet been used.

There are already people who are reading his books and want to worship him as a teacher.

Pulsatilla only felt a trance in his heart.

"Could it be that the last two sentences are a bit of a drain?"

"Don't suffer more than you wish."

"I'm still asking too much, and after all, I'm in trouble, and I'm still one step behind."

After introspection, Pulsatilla reconsidered what had just happened.

"No, even if you are born early, it shouldn't be in the hands of someone else."

Pulsatilla was a little distressed.

"Sure enough, the catastrophe of sanctification is strange."

"It's just that what do I do now with this unexpected person?"

Pulsatilla pondered.

"According to my previous calculations, I should have a disciple who can help me enter the sainthood, but it shouldn't be this person, right?"

A gossip appeared in his hand, his fingers pinched, and a hexagram appeared, which he calculated as the young man.

Looking at the hexagram, his brow furrowed again.

"This person is of Dashun blood, but he has a rebellious spirit, and he also breaks the army's life, but he only has a trace of dragon energy, which is a strange combination."

"There seems to be some variables."

Pulsatilla vaguely understands that his distress is caused by variables.

"This person has just apprenticed to me, do you want to accept it?"

Pulsatilla was distressed.

His Heavenly Mandate disciple had already been born and grown up, but now his luck was sluggish, and it was not yet time to rise up, plus his book had not been written, so he still had to wait.

It should be thirteen years later that he will be able to pass on the book to his disciples, and he will become a saint in the future.

It's just that the current situation really makes him wonder.

"Since you can't figure it out, let's meet him, it's better to dream for a while and test it."

Pulsatilla was so thoughtful that he no longer thought about it.

After Chen An didn't get a response from the other party, he put his mind at ease, but he didn't dare to read it again.

He didn't know if this book would arouse the other party's disgust.

After all, in the world, some classics are not in circulation, and I don't know if the other party's classics have been circulated.

In case it hasn't been circulated yet, it's troublesome.

Chen Sheng sighed secretly, but didn't think much about it.

The night was already deep, and he was a little sleepy before, and at this time he couldn't open his eyes, and he hadn't slept well for many days, Chen Sheng hesitated and returned to the small building.

At this time, Qianqian had already fallen asleep, Chen Sheng's movements were gentle, and when he went to the second floor, he lay down directly, and as soon as he entered the bed, he fell asleep.

Chen Sheng slept soundly, and felt a light in his will.

It seemed that someone had come in, but his whole body was limp and he couldn't lift his strength.

"Is this a dream?"

Vaguely, Chen Sheng's consciousness had already understood.

Now he's in a dream.

He looked around, it was still his room, but there was one more person in front of him.

The man was dressed in cloth.

He has gray hair and beard, and looks very old, but he is kind and kind, and does not look like a wicked person.

Chen Sheng's heart moved, and he understood what kind of scene this was.

This is a master who saw him in a dream.