Looking at Hao Cai'er's departing back, Han Ming felt a sense of relief in his heart. At this moment, after Han Ming stood up and moved his body, he began to think about the strange words in the dream.

"Ming'er, do you know what the way of heaven is? The living don't know, but the dead do. If it weren't for you half-comprehending the Heaven Devouring Record today, I guess we wouldn't meet again!"

"Ming'er, the cycle of heaven, everything has its own destiny. If you want to break the way of heaven, you have to break your fate. But your fate is sealed, what you need is to see through your fate and break your luck!"

Han Ming read these two paragraphs silently, thinking about it in his heart. But every time I seem to feel something, I get stuck by another feeling.

This feeling is very uncomfortable. Han Ming began to think hard again, but it was a pity. His head began to swell and ache, as if it would explode if he continued to think about it.

In desperation, Han Ming could only stop thinking first. Just when Han Ming wanted to have a quiet meeting, Fang Xin's figure suddenly appeared in front of Han Ming again, looking at Han Ming with a smile on his face.

Han Ming immediately smiled happily, quickly stood up and asked, "Brother Fang, why did you come over?"

Fang Xin smiled mysteriously, looked Han Ming up and down, and said approvingly: "Demon Devouring Brother, you are really powerful! You have already comprehended half of the realm in less than two months, it is really admirable, admirable!"

"What, half of the realm, what does it mean?" Han Ming naturally didn't know about this, and when he heard about any ordinary realm, even he himself was very surprised.

Fang Xin nodded, and explained to Han Ming: "Look at your body, the aura is constricted, and it is obviously the momentum of the ordinary half-realm. It seems that you still need to pass the last point, and you can reach the Yuan Infant Stage without entering the realm city!"

When Han Ming heard this, his face was immediately full of excitement, and he quickly grabbed Fang Xin's arm and asked anxiously, "Brother Fang, what is the last point, you hurry up and say it, don't sell it!"

Fang Xin smiled mysteriously, pointed to the distance, and said meaningfully: "The small is hidden in the wilderness, and the big is hidden in the city." You always know what this sentence means, right? Since you want to completely achieve the realm, let's go to the big hidden city!"

Han Ming pondered for a moment, nodded in surprise, and thanked: "Brother Fang, thank you, I understand." Looks like it's time here, it's time to go to the next place, I'll leave first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "whoosh", Han Ming disappeared in place. For Han Ming, now is to find a new place to retreat, but it is not this kind of small mountain village.

It's that kind of big town, this place, Han Ming also has a little bit of a settlement in his heart.

A bustling town, a crowded town, Han Ming stood under the city wall in a green shirt, looking at the big characters on the city wall, with all kinds of emotions in his heart.

The two big words "Wu Zhen" first deeply pierced Han Ming's heart, and then reminded him of the eldest brother he had never met, and the eldest brother who kept saying that he would compensate himself.

Han Ming walked into Wu Zhen step by step, walking into this strange and familiar place. The reason why this place is unfamiliar is that Han Ming has never been here, and the reason why it is familiar is that this is his relatives.

One step represents a mood. Han Ming's mood was heavy and joyful. The scenes of the past all emerged, eating away at the deep emotion in Han Ming's heart little by little.

"All kinds of pills, detoxification, stealth, increasing cultivation, everything, come and see!"

"There are three high-grade magic weapons and ten medium-grade magic weapons, all of which are offensive types, if you want to see them, take a look at them, and see if you don't need money!"

Listening to this shout, Han Ming smiled unconsciously, thinking: "This is the city, what I want to do is to hide in the city." In that case, let's have a house of our own!"

Han Ming thought while laughing, walked to a corner of the town, and sure enough, he saw a place where people were moving. Although Han Ming didn't know why these people were moving, Han Ming could be sure that they definitely didn't want this house.

"Fellow Daoist, can you sell your house?" Han Ming's figure did not appear, only a peaceful voice appeared.

A fat man who was packing up looked up, arched his hand and said, "I don't know which Taoist friend it is, please show up." I will leave here with my family, so this house is for sale!"

Han Ming smiled slightly and continued to speak, "How much?"

The fat man lowered his head and pondered for a moment, he hadn't seen Han Ming now, and he was also a little panicked in his heart. But I didn't know what to say for a while, so I could only say casually: "Ten high-grade spirit stones!"

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh" Three elixirs of about three thousand years flew into the hands of the fat man, and Han Ming spoke again: "These are three elixirs, they should be able to reach your house, you guys leave!"

The fat man took the elixir to his nose and sniffed it, and quickly left with his eyes frantically gone. After all, he had made a profit on this transaction, and he was naturally overjoyed that a broken house could be exchanged for such a good elixir of the year.

Han Ming is in the Confused Forest, and it can also be said that he returned with a full load. Not to mention that cultivation alone, I don't know how much I have made in the elixir alone, and there are countless thousands of years of quality.

"Squeak" Han Ming pushed open the door, only to find that this was a small courtyard. There were three or four houses inside, and one of the large courtyards was surrounded by three or four houses.

With a smile on his face, Han Ming cleaned all the rooms. Although the rooms were all vacant, and each room was equally empty, Han Ming didn't care.

After all, this is the first home he owned, a house that he paid for himself.

From now on, he will begin to comprehend the last step of the way. Especially the third layer of the Heaven Devouring Record, practicing knowledge. Han Ming also felt that it was time to start studying.

Moreover, the third layer of the Sky Devouring Record seems to have a slight connection with the realm. After thinking about this, Han Ming began to meditate with his eyes closed in the middle of the courtyard, and he had been studying and practicing knowledge in his heart, trying to open the exercises of the third layer in his mind.

"Devouring the sky, breaking the sky with the body, and proving the sky with strength. Return my own heaven, I am the sky, the way to devour the sky, the way to destroy knowledge!"

This passage appeared in Han Ming's mind, and it was also the paragraph that Han Ming appeared that day. As soon as this passage appeared, Han Ming just read it along, and he felt a strange feeling.

Han Ming had been trying to comprehend this passage, but helplessly, no matter how he comprehended it, he always felt that there was a shallow film blocking Han Ming, making it impossible for him to enter the slightest.

"It seems that the cultivation of knowledge is only one part of the realm. The other part is on my own. Break the sky with the body, and prove the sky with strength. How can it be broken, how can it be proven?" Han Ming smiled helplessly, and fell into contradiction again.

Now Han Ming has reached a bottleneck period, and only by crossing this bottleneck can Han Ming be clear. The most critical point is that Han Ming needs to live again, really live once, from life to death.

Time flies, no one knows Han Ming here, and no one knows Han Ming.

In a shop in Kure Town, I don't know when a particularly strange shop existed. This shop doesn't buy or sell any magic weapons, pills, exercises, etc., it's just collecting stories.

Everyone comes here to tell their own story. On the contrary, many people think that it should be deserted, but so many people come here to tell their stories.

It seems that everyone in this world has a story. Joys and sorrows, sunny days, lamentations, hatred, fate and grievances. Everything, love, family, survival, and fame, seems to represent a kind of story.

The owner of this shop is Han Ming, and twenty years have passed. Han Ming also had a lot of wrinkles on his face, he shouldn't have aged so quickly, after listening to so many stories, it seemed that his heart was also getting old.

Time passed little by little, and Han Ming grew old day by day.

When Han Ming's shop was free, Han Ming liked to go to a nearby wine shop to have some wine. Looking at the busy people, I always feel a lot of emotion in my heart.

Over the years, Han Ming did not remember the time. I only know that when I first built this store, the shopkeeper of the liquor store next to it was still a young man, and by now, he has a son, and his son is more than ten years old.

Han Ming's face is vicissitudes, and there are many crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, which makes people feel the change of time. Han Ming drank the wine in the cup and looked at the people outside with a smile on his face, he had already realized a lot over the years.

Listen to the stories and experiences. For Han Ming, it was as if he had experienced a life in person, but all life was destined for Han Ming.

However, what Han Ming wanted to comprehend was devouring the sky, not destining the sky.

Just as Han Ming was drinking, he suddenly heard a high singing on the street: "The way of heaven is vast, and the world is vicissitudes." 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!"

Suddenly, Han Ming's divine sense was clear for a while, and he had an epiphany: "Dao, Dao, Dao! Thousands of Daos are not Dao in my opinion." The word I see is heaven and me. I devoured the heavens, and what I cultivated was above the heavens, so why should I cultivate the Tao again?"

"Devouring the sky, specializing in devouring the sky. Since I came to devour the heavens, why bother with the Dao? The Dao is a kind of heaven, and what I cultivate is to devour the heavens and devour the Dao, it seems that I have been addicted to it before!"

At this moment, Han Ming finally understood this and finally understood. It turned out that Han Ming had been entangled in the Dao before, and he hadn't thought clearly about what he was cultivating.

After a while, a sloppy Taoist priest entered the wine shop. Looking at Han Ming's position, he sat down without saying a word. Grabbed Han Ming's wine jug and drank it there without saying a word.

Han Ming smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said to Xiao'er, "Xiaofan, give me another warm pot of wine!"

Xiaofan is the son of the owner of this wine shop. Helping the family do some work every day, Xiaofan also grew up watching Han Ming since he was a child, it can be said that although the two have no relatives, they are still affectionate.

"Uncle Da Ming, you've drunk so much today, let's drink a little less!" Xiao Fan pouted and solemnly refused, because he looked at Han Ming's temples and turned a little pale.

Han Ming smiled kindly, touched Xiao Fan's head, and said kindly: "Don't worry, just drink a little more." ”

Xiao Fan lowered his head and thought for a long time before he pouted and turned his head and said, "Hmph, I won't give it to you." I'll go to my dad and tell him that you can't let you drink anymore. In the early days, Grandpa Sanmao of the house next door was drinking to death!"

A man dressed in shopkeeper clothes took Xiao Fan's little hand, patted Xiao Fan's forehead, and said, "Good, go and get a pot of wine for your Uncle Daming, remember, bring it over when it's warm!"

"Brother Da Ming, drink less! I want two or three pots of wine every day, and the children know that they are distressed!"