After returning home, Wang Ming was about to show off with Xiao Zhao, pointing to the side lying beside the master bedroom and said:

"Xiao Zhao, I'll sleep in the master bedroom. Can you sleep in this bedroom?

Xiao Zhao said with a whisper, blushing and said, "Young Master, don't you want Xiao Zhao to serve in bed and warm the bed?"

"Okay, Xiao Zhao, stop playing."

"How long do you want to act like a young master and maid?"

"You are used to being a maid in Zhang Wuji's home decoration, are you? You still do this in front of me!"

"My Nine Yang Divine Art has only reached the fifth level. You have also read the "Secret Explanation of Nine Yang Divine Arts". It is very clear that if you break the body of a pure Yang boy before you reach the ninth level, you will never be able to practice the twelfth level of the first Yang, and the state of unity of man and nature in the future."

"Hehehehe... I don't know how long it will take for the young master to practice until the ninth level. I think he shouldn't bear it anymore. It's better to forget Xiao Zhao."

Xiao Zhao smiled and pretended to pull her hands up, hugging Wang Ming's neck.

"You promised my adoptive father that you should take good care of me for the rest of your life."

"I'm going to follow you for the rest of my life."

"Sorry, a couple can't afford it!"

Wang Ming looked at Xiao Zhao's uneven chest coldly.

He pushed Xiao Zhao away and threw a new towel on her face.

"Don't talk nonsense! Go and take a shower!"

Seeing that Wang Ming hadn't teased her, Xiao Zhao followed her with indifferent smile.

"So you like this kind of tune, okay, Xiao Zhao will serve the young master in the shower..."

Slap!

Wang Ming gave Xiao Zhao a shot on his forehead.

"Don't talk nonsense, watch, listen."

"This is the shampoo, this is the shower gel, this is the water heater nozzle. Look, here is the hot water and this is the cold water. If you like taking a bath, you can fill this bathtub with water first."

"You have been a savage in that deserted valley for so many days. How many times have you taken a bath? I'm afraid you have fleas on you! Take a quick wash! Stray cats are cleaner than you!"

Wang Ming finally sent Xiao Zhao, the little fairy, into the bathroom to take a shower.

He collapsed on the sofa in the living room in pain, and looked silently at the bank account balance information on his mobile phone, leaving only more than 2,000 yuan.

The hard-earned money I saved in half a year of delivering takeaways has basically been spent.

This three-bedroom and one living room with a monthly rent of 3,500 yuan is really cost-effective to live in, but it’s too expensive. One deposit is 3, and it’s just gone, and it’s just 10,000 yuan.

The money for buying clothes for Xiao Zhao is also a few thousand yuan, which is also a big spending.

Now there is only more than 2,000 yuan left, and it takes two people to spend money. In this modern society, it can only take one month to save some money.

Money, money, money, money, money!

How to make money?

It’s impossible for me to deliver takeout in reality to raise Xiao Zhao!

Wang Ming complained in his heart.

"I have a gold finger plug-in, but I'm afraid I won't make money?"

"However, I am delivering takeaway in Zhutian, how should I make money?"

“This is a problem.”

Wang Ming sighed and thought.

"I don't know when the next extraordinary order will come."

He held his cell phone and looked at the empty order reception hall on Zhutian APP.

"Also, Xiao Zhao's identity is also a problem. She is now a black householder."

"As we all know, it is difficult to get a household registration in China."

"This is something that may not be solved even if you have money, let alone I don't have money yet!"

Paste, patty...

Wang Ming closed his eyes and rested with a headache, but he could hear the sound from the bathroom in his ears, and the sound of Xiao Zhao taking a shower rustling in the shower.

Wang Ming couldn't help swallowing, feeling a little hot.

He hurriedly transferred his imagination to Xiao Zhao's chest and silently recited the five-character mantra.

"I can't afford to A, I can't afford to A, I can't afford to A..."

"According to the original work, Xiao Zhao is only sixteen years old...cao!!"

"That's even more unaffordable. At least I have to support her for two more years!"

"She must keep up with her nutrition in the past two years. Yes, she must not lose milk every day. Well, I will buy it for her from tomorrow. She has the foundation and should grow up quickly."

"In two years, I don't know if I can practice the Nine Yang Divine Arts to the ninth level..."

"It should be impossible. Without the transmission of the old man Huo Forefather Tuo, nor the cold poison resources on Zhang Wuji."

"The cold and cold air on my body was already refined when I practiced the second level of Nine Yang Divine Art. Now my body is so strong that it is unreasonable..."

"It's so sad... I can see it but can't use it. This is too uncomfortable. If I had known it, I would have thought of a way to practice the Nine Yin Sutras and neutralize the dry and hot yang energy in the lower body."

"Hey... I think about this now, the world can no longer go to."

"Damn it, why did I forget the Nine Yin Sutras!"

"I remembered that there were the Nine Yin and Nine Yangs before, and the most powerful one in the world."

Wang Ming was thinking randomly, and was anxious. He thought that he should practice his internal skills and restrain his distracting thoughts.

So he meditated cross-leggedly on the sofa, silently pursuing the Nine Yang Divine Art, and his internal energy slowly circulated in the meridians...

Wait?Slow?!

When did I use my power so slowly?

Only then did Wang Ming realize that the internal power of the fifth level of Nine Yang Divine Art in his body was extremely laborious.

After finally completing a small cycle of circulation, the gain is minimal. If he continues to practice at this speed, he may not be able to reach the ninth level of the Nine Yang Divine Arts after practicing for a hundred years!

Wang Ming endured the discomfort, opened his eyes and sensed the internal force of the Nine Yang in his body, and slowly controlled the internal force to flow through the meridians.

The effect of internal force strengthening and gaining the body still exists, but the internal force consumption rate is obviously higher than the internal force recovery rate, so he had to retract the internal force into the Dantian.

He felt that the effects of the nine cycles of exercises were almost useless, with only consumption and recovery, and no increase in half.

Such an abnormal phenomenon made Wang Ming frown into a ball of flowers.

The Dharma-Ending World? Is it because reality has no spiritual energy? Vital energy?

Or is it a more mysterious and unsolvable rule limit?

No, it should not be a rule limit.

Otherwise, after I returned to reality, the internal strength of this Nine Yang Divine Art would have been leaked long ago.

I feel more like something is missing in the world, so the growth of internal force is slowed down to the extreme, and the consumption rate is much higher than the recovery rate.

Just like the environment in the desert, the water molecules are extremely thin.

The growth of internal force comes from the blood and energy in the body, and the other part comes from the inexplicable energy between heaven and earth. It can be called vital energy, spiritual energy, or other names.

The two parts are combined to produce similar cooperation, and then form internal force, which is a controllable energy of the human body.

This statement can be called [Principle of Internal Force Transformation].

Wang Ming didn't know if the principle of internal force transformation he guessed was correct, but it should be basically correct.

If this is true, then it is basically impossible for him to practice in the real world to reach the twelfth level of the Nine Yang Divine Arts, "One Yang Resurrection, the Unity of Man and Heaven" state.

If he could reach this level, his life span would definitely surpass the legendary Zhang Sanfeng and Zhenren Zhang.

According to legend, this person lived for more than 200 years!

This is the age that any dragon supporting role in the immortal cultivation novel can survive, but in reality, there are only a handful of them.

Wang Ming's face changed and he had to get up and walked to the bathroom door.

"Xiao Zhao, have you washed? Come out quickly. I have something to look for you."

The little fairy's words came from inside.

"Hehehehehe...Young Master, are you going to come in? Let's play with the mandarin ducks in the water..."

Wang Ming swallowed again and said with gritted teeth:

"Stop playing, wash it out quickly, I really have something to look for you."
Chapter completed!