After running for more than an hour, he arrived on the main road, reached out to intercept a car, and took a car into the city.

When he returned to the hotel next to the train station, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening.

"call!"

After calming his breath for a moment, he sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly spread the yellow ancient book in his hand.

"Wang Yangming"

An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes closed halfway, and he activated his ability.

Buzz ~

From the perspective, ancient characters emit a radiant light, as if they came alive, coiled and entangled with each other, like a big net.

In a blink of an eye, the perspective became closer, and the big net gradually changed and evolved into a scroll of painting spread out.

The night falls, the moon is as cool as water, the ancient city is quiet, the old house is quiet, the wind blows the branches

In the study, the lights are like beans, and shadows are reflected on the window paper

Wang Yangming

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and his vision suddenly became extremely clear, as if his spirit had traveled through time and space and came to the scroll.

Huh ~

At this moment, in the study, the figure who was writing in a desk stood up and looked out the window.

Through the window paper, An Qisheng seemed to see those warm and bright eyes.
Chapter completed!