After a while, Xiao Fan dissatisfiedly took a pot of warm wine, carefully handed it to Han Ming, and said with concern: "Uncle Daming, this can only be your last pot of wine." I don't want to, I don't want you to be like Grandpa Sanmao!"

Han Ming took the warm wine, smiled kindly, and said to Xiao Fan kindly: "Don't worry! Uncle Daming is very hard, and drinking can't kill me." It's that Xiaofan has grown up quickly, and it seems that he will be able to marry a daughter-in-law in a few years, haha!"

Xiao Fan's father, Zhao Tiezhu, smiled honestly and said with emotion: "Yes! Xiao Fan is so old in a blink of an eye, I remember that when Brother Da Ming first came, there was no Xiao Fan! Okay, you drink first, I'm going to get busy!" After Zhao Tiezhu finished speaking, he took Xiao Fan's hand and went to the counter, ready to greet the other guests.

The sloppy beggar sitting opposite Han Ming glanced at Han Ming with blank eyes and asked, "I took your wine just now, why didn't you scold me?

"It's just a pot of wine, why should I be so mindful? The words you sang just now made me feel a lot of emotion. Speaking of which, you deserve to drink this pot of wine!" Han Ming shook his head and said honestly with a smile.

Indeed, the words of the sloppy beggar just now solved Han Ming's decades-long difficulties. In the past few decades, Han Ming has been entangled in the realm, but he has forgotten his original things.

Anything is not to be owned only if it looks great, but to suit yourself. If it's not for you, what's the point of having it?

"The way of heaven is vast, and the vicissitudes of the world. The avenue is three thousand, just for preaching. Thousands of paths are all false paths, and the ways of all illusions are not true ways. If you become enlightened, you will become an adult first. The Tao of the world, the people of the Tao. In the end, it was the people who crossed the road, or the people who crossed the road!"

The sloppy beggar lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and when he raised his head again, he took the pot of wine in his hand and the pot that Xiao Fan had just sent to Han Ming, and walked outside, leaving a more complete passage.

Han Ming smiled indifferently, looked at the back of the sloppy beggar, and whispered to himself: "It seems that you are not a simple person! Did the people cross the road, or did the people cross the road? Who crossed whom?"

Suddenly, Han Ming was pondering alone again, thinking about that sentence alone.

On the streets, people come and go. No one cared about the sloppy beggar, the sloppy beggar looked at the wine shop where Han Ming was with empty eyes, and said in a low voice: "If you can know who crossed whom, you may be able to wake up." Two pots of wine, for one yuan infancy. Hey, it's a loss, it's a loss, it's a big loss!"

"Heaven is merciless, humanity is merciless. Where there is affection, where there is affection. The nightmare of the Tao, the nightmare of life. The path of fate, the number of fate. I can't think about it, I can't think about it~~~!" the sloppy beggar shouted another phrase, singing as he walked. After singing, he picked up the pot of wine in his hand and took another sip.

No one around them cared about what the sloppy beggar said. Even if someone took a few more glances at the sloppy beggar, they thought that it was just a madman who had gone mad, and did not pay much attention to it.

Han Ming's house and courtyard are full of all kinds of flowers and plants. Seasonal flowers, peonies, pomegranates, mimosas and weeds are just a few to name a few. Among them, there are noble and lowly ones.

It was like this that once confused Zhao Tiezhu. After all, the combination of peony flowers and wild grass is not only inappropriate, but also has a feeling of being out of tune.

At that time, Han Ming took care of the weeds and peony flowers, and said to himself in a distant voice: "The so-called noble is only seen by the world, and the so-called lowly is only seen by the world." Aren't they all alive, and each has its own strengths and weaknesses.

The peony is beautiful, like a delicate woman. The weeds are tenacious, and the wildfires can't make the weeds disappear. The two cannot be combined, they are both harmed by the eyes of the world, and now I let them combine, don't you see that they are very happy?"

Zhao Tiezhu was stunned when he heard it, and he seemed to understand it. But after that, he still didn't care, but Xiao Fan said innocently at that time: "I know what Uncle Da Ming means." The good and the wicked can live together, and the rich and the poor can live together. Because they're all human beings, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, right?"

Han Ming likes Xiao Fan precisely because of Xiao Fan's elves and intelligence. Han Ming also had the idea of accepting Xiao Fan as an apprentice, but now was not the time, he knew the hardships and loneliness of the road to cultivation, so he didn't want Xiao Fan to step in so early.

Therefore, Han Ming planted a cause for Xiao Fan, and as for the effect, let Xiao Fan grasp it himself. If Xiao Fan grasps the fruit, then he can start the path of cultivation with Han Ming, and if not, then continue his mortal life.

In Zhao Tiezhu's mind, it seems that he doesn't want Xiao Fan to cultivate the truth. It also seems that Zhao Tiezhu hates the cultivator very much, and for some reason he doesn't want Xiaofan to cultivate the truth in his heart.

Han Ming sat cross-legged in the courtyard, surrounded by fragrant and charming flowers and plants. Han Ming sat around the flowers and plants, feeling the fragrance of the flowers and plants, his consciousness slowly relaxed, his heart slowly became intoxicated, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

In his mind, scenes of these decades of life appear one by one. The joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the past few decades have also appeared one after another, from when Han Ming first came and bought this house.

Later, he opened a store, collected everyone's stories, and listened to the joys and sorrows of others. It's been almost thirty years now. In the past thirty years, Han Ming has understood a lot and calmed down a lot.

"The path of my cultivation, the way of devouring the heavens. It turns out that my Dao is not the Dao of Heaven, and I don't need to rely on Heaven to comprehend the realm. I have to rely on myself, since I devour the sky, I have to walk out of a path to devouring the sky!"

"The avenue is three thousand, and I am not within three thousand. Daohua Six Realms, I am not in the Six Realms. Thousands of prosperous roads are just passing clouds in front of my heaven-devouring way. Tens of millions of immortals, in front of my way of devouring the sky, they are all just clowns jumping off the beam, what I cultivate is the way of devouring the sky, breaking anyone's way, breaking the way of the sky!"

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. Han Ming didn't think about the realm in these three days. I think about the so-called way of devouring the sky, and I think about the path I want to take in the future, and the path that suits me.

There was a muffled "bang", and Han Ming suddenly opened his eyes. The momentum on his body suddenly exploded, but after a while, everything returned to calm, and Han Ming was also silent.

"Still didn't work out, why? I just feel like there's a last step, just take the last step. What is it that I haven't fully understood?"

Han Ming frowned, sat cross-legged in place, and thought in annoyance.

Unconsciously, the sloppy beggar's words suddenly appeared in my mind: "The way of the world, the people of the world." In the end, it was the people who crossed the road, or the people who crossed the road!"

"Why do people cross the road, and why does the Tao cross people? What is the Tao incarnated, is it heaven or earth? Is it true that heaven and earth exist naturally and are not manipulated by man? If this is the case, then why do people cross the way?"

Another tangled thought, slowly struggling in Han Ming's mind. During this time, Han Ming had been thinking about the Dao, thinking about the origin and beginning of the Dao, hoping to find some answers.

But the Tao is the Tao, how can it be that Han Ming can see through a few thoughts and some time. People who are truly cultivating are just a little bit of brilliance in the Dao, and they will be able to break through the ranks and ascend to the immortal realm.

Three days later, Han Ming opened his eyes again. Shaking his head in disappointment, until now, Han Ming still hadn't been able to reach the last point, reaching the Yuan Infant Stage. At this time, Han Ming knew that it was so difficult to go from the Jindan period to the Yuan infant stage.

No wonder there are many monks in the Jindan period in the Kunlun Continent, but there are not all over the Yuan Infant Stage!

If you want to reach the Yuan Infant Stage, you need not only cultivation and spiritual power, but also understanding. Although Han Ming did not succeed in comprehending it, he knew that with only one contract and one chance, he could directly reach the Yuan Infant Stage.

After thinking about this, Han Ming slowly stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, looked at the vibrant flowers and plants around him, and walked towards his shop with a smile.

Han Ming's shop has no name and no signboard. It's just an empty shop with lots of boxes. Each box has a clay-shaped figure that is the same clay figure who has come to tell the story.

Originally, when Xiao Fan saw these cute clay figures, he once begged Han Ming to pinch a clay figure for him. But Han Ming politely refused, after all, these clay figures had different shapes and different emotions.

Every clay figure is the expression that Han Ming shows when he speaks the most real and emotional through the storyteller. Although they may also have secrets. But Han Ming is just a listener, not a questioner. What he wants is these stories and encounters.

The door of the "Squeak~Squeak" store was opened by Han Ming, and looking at the boxes on it, Han Ming smiled knowingly.

At this time, a masked woman came in, and after she entered the store, she glanced at Han Ming and asked politely, "Are you collecting stories here?"

Han Ming nodded, waved his hand, and a pot of fragrant tea and two small cups appeared in front of him. Xiangcha automatically filled the two small cups with tea, and Han Ming waited for the masked woman in front of him to tell the story.

The masked woman sat in front of Han Ming, hesitated for a moment, took off her veil, her seductive red lips squirmed, and whispered: "My name is Qimeng, and the story I want to tell is a story about Han Ming!"

"Until that time, I never saw him again. I can't forget him standing in front of me, protecting me. I can't forget that he saved my mother in a simple way, and I can't repay him! I still can't forget him。。。。。。。。 ！”

Qimeng was immersed in her own story, and from the beginning to the end, she never glanced at Han Ming in front of her. She couldn't have imagined that the person in front of her who listened to her story was the person she had missed for decades.

Han Ming nodded to himself, picked up the fragrant tea, and asked in a vicissitudes of voice: "The world is impermanent, maybe this Han Ming is dead." Forget it, after all, he's just a mortal!"

"Mortal? If he is mortal, he is mortal under heaven. Aren't you mortal? Listening to other people's stories here every day is enough to prove that you are a master of the world? hypocrisy~~~!"

Qimeng suddenly became angry, listening to the people in front of her slandering Han Ming and the people she missed day and night. She couldn't help but be angry, and couldn't help but want to reprimand him.

Han Ming didn't care, his expressionless face suddenly turned into a ball of mud, his fingers flashed rapidly, and after a while, a frightened Qi Meng appeared, and a murderous Han Ming appeared.

After doing all this, Han Ming handed the Qimeng Clay Man and Han Ming Clay Man to Qimeng without words.

Qi Meng looked at the two clay figures and said in shock: "How are you, how do you know what I look like with Han Ming." Could it be that you are Han Ming?"

"No, I've seen Han Ming, these are just my imaginations! It must be gentle, you don't have to look for Han Ming's whereabouts, if you find it, it's just to add grief to yourself. These two clay figurines, for you!"

Han Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly, deceiving Qi Meng for the first time.

Qi Mengyu's hand gently stroked Han Ming's clay figurine, with an affectionate expression. It was as if this clay figure was Han Ming himself, that is, Han Ming himself was in the palm of Qimeng's hand, in Qimeng's heart.

Qimeng stood up, bent over Han Ming, and thanked, "I was abrupt just now, I'm sorry." I'm leaving! Thank you!"