This year's competition ended with Jiang Ming's complete victory, and since then, Jiang Ming has become the youngest elder in the history of the Jixia Academy at the age of sixteen and a half.

Jiang Ming deliberately chose the closest peak to Yuqing Peak, "Songyue Peak". This peak is dozens of miles in circumference, but it is a little bigger than Uncle Jun's dojo. However, Jiang Ming still lives on Yuqing Peak and rarely goes to Songyue Peak.

The countless yuan stones and rewards prepared by the Jixia School Palace were all carried by Jiang Ming with a black bag, and he still lived with the little fat man in the small courtyard of the Yuqing Palace every day, fighting and making trouble.

"Your uncle! I said Elder Jiang, you are now a senior senior, can you be a little ashamed of doing things, I was sweating profusely, and I haven't eaten a bite yet, you come up and grab it? You belong to bullying the small, if it spreads, do you want this old face anymore?" The little fat man squatted in front of the grill empty-handed, spreading his hands and scolding Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming's head was hiding behind a huge piece of leg meat, and he didn't speak. The little fat man was helpless, reached out and grabbed a small wine jar on the ground on the side, and poured two sips.

Although he sneered at Jiang Ming, the little fat man felt that he might have lost too much blood a few days ago and that there might be something wrong with his brain, and he could only sulk by himself out of the mentality of caring for the weak.

"Senior brother, it's a bit raw, and the taste is not too good. Jiang Ming took two bites, puffed out a mouthful of meat, and said with a whining voice.

"Get out of the way! Forget about eating for nothing, do you dare to give an opinion?" thunder rolled on the little fat man's free left hand.

Jiang Ming was a little scared, although he was now cultivating to a great progress, he also understood that he was not the opponent of the little fat man at all, and the small body of this guy in front of him contained a huge power that was vast for him.

"Senior brother, do you say that it is difficult to reach the middle to late stages of the Divine Dao Realm? I see that most of the disciples in the past ten years have been trapped in the middle stage of the Divine Dao, and there is almost no breakthrough, which is a bit of a fault..."Jiang Ming asked for advice.

"That's not all, your senior brother and I only used it for a month, but what about you kid, I can't say for sure, everything, rely on yourself. At the end, the little fat man glanced at Jiang Ming viciously.

In the past few days since Jiang Ming entered the Divine Dao realm, he had discovered a very serious problem.

Now he cultivates for twelve hours at a time, even if he sits in the Yuan Stone Pile, the progress of his cultivation is very slow, no matter how he absorbs the Yuan Power, he can only leave a little bit in his body, as if an invisible hole has appeared in his body. It's not like the Blood Wheel Realm at all, absorbing a little bit will have a little effect.

This Shinto realm, absorbing ten parts of the Yuan Power, at most can stay in the body, which is very difficult to grasp. And every period of time, as long as you absorb that part of the Yuan Power, it will be useless for you to absorb a hundred times the Yuan Power in, and you can only waste it in vain. If this continues, no matter how many Yuan Shi Jiang Ming has, it will not be enough.

The Shinto realm is also a very strange realm, it is not like the blood wheel realm, as long as there is a little precipitation, it will remain in the body. The Divine Dao is like a hollow giant tree that goes to the sky, rooted in the blood wheel, and the Divine Dao Tree condensed by the blue and red colors in Jiang Ming's body seems to have thousands of gaps and holes, and the Yuan Force that he fills in it always quickly escapes from these places.

The practice of the Shinto realm requires not only seizing the timing, but also finding ways to fill the gaps. If you can't fill the gap, then you can only wait, and in the occasional opportunity, consume a large amount of Yuan Stone, and precipitate a little bit of cultivation.

Moreover, in the middle and late stages of the Shinto realm, all the way to the peak, such difficulties will become more and more serious. Therefore, since ancient times, there has only been one realm of Shinto, and almost ninety percent of the cultivators have been eliminated. Many people have struggled to break free from the mundane shackles of the Blood Wheel Realm, but they have stopped at the level of the Shinto Realm forever.

Fortunately, when Jiang Ming was in the Blood Wheel Realm, he was forced to suppress the realm by Zhang Ruoyu, allowing him to temper his Yuan Force repeatedly, which avoided a lot of trouble for his future cultivation, otherwise, Jiang Ming's current Divine Dao Realm would be even more difficult.

If the Blood Wheel Realm is the difference between cultivators and ordinary people, then the Shinto Realm is the key to whether a cultivator can continue to move forward.

Today's Jiang Ming has the realm of Shinto, but he has no essence of Shinto.

For him now, the Divine Dao Realm has only increased the Yuan Force in his body several times, and there has been no substantial improvement.

Jiang Ming knew that Zhang Ruoyu, Feng Fengwei, and Little Fat Man didn't tell him these things, they must have their considerations, and he still needed to understand these things himself.

Tried many times, had no clue, and was disheartened. Jiang Ming has given up on himself in recent days, and follows the little fat man to hunt and barbecue every day. I completely forgot that I wanted to practice.

Jiang Ming knew that maybe he was too anxious to get it done, so he would destroy it if he wanted it all, so it was better not to think about it first and wait for the opportunity that belonged to him.

The answer to all the questions that seem to be extremely difficult in front of us is often found in the most ordinary life.

Jiang Ming occasionally thinks back these days, as if he has never lived seriously. When he was a child, begging for food every day to make a living, and how to keep himself from starving to death in the daily struggle with hunger has consumed all his energy.

After being taken in by Lao Luo, he was afraid that Lao Luo would feel that he was useless and threw it away again, so he practiced the method of appreciating the yuan day and night. In the end, he finally entered the Jixia School Palace, and he was thinking about how to practice all the time every day, because he was afraid that Zhang Ruo would think he was stupid, and give up this disciple he picked up.

Jiang Ming suddenly looked back and found that in the eight years that he remembered, he seemed to have never lived a day purely for himself. In other words, never lived for your heart...

Although Jiang Ming laughs and scolds and scolds on weekdays, he is uninhibited, and seems to be cheerful and free. But his heart has always been bleeding secretly, a person who has been lonely since childhood, has a hard shell, he can't break it himself, and outsiders can't get in.

After Jiang Ming forgot about his practice, he especially needed to be quiet, he usually liked to sit in a sunny corner, one for a whole day. Even he didn't know what he was thinking, he just tried to keep himself quiet and not think about anything.

This quietness is half a year in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ming lazily shuttled around Yuqing Peak every day, hungry to eat, most of the time he went to the library to flip through the books for a few days, and the rest of the time was either walking aimlessly, or looking for a place in a daze.

Jiang Ming completely turned into a sad and decadent man, his eyes were blank and lifeless.

Zhang Ruoyu saw all this in their eyes, no one sighed, but no one bothered him.

Grace often pays attention to him in secret, and her eyes are full of love.

The little fat man took out his brother's feelings, and he didn't fight with him anymore, and he sent him a copy of delicious food every day.