Han Fen passed by many villages one after another, sometimes skipping them directly, and sometimes going in for supplies. He never stopped like he did at the Snake Catching Village. He traveled during the day and practiced in the wild at night.

Since he was likely to encounter strange beasts, Han Fan did not dare to practice Zihuan. He only used Jun Yu Jue to absorb and transform the spiritual energy in the air for his own use.

Practicing Zihuan requires full concentration, and there is no way to distract yourself from the outside world.

It's just that when Han Fan started practicing again, he always felt a little powerless, and he found that his emotions always fluctuated greatly. Sometimes he wanted to get angry because he dared to walk too much or stepped on a stone on the road.

The black man's words still lingered in Han Fan's mind.

Will he really fall into the devil's path in the end and kill innocent people indiscriminately?

With this hint, it became even more difficult to practice, and sometimes he couldn't even settle down. This state lasted for almost a month, and then Han Fen relaxed in a stormy weather.

Instead of struggling to move forward with mental obstacles, it is better to live happily, drink today and get drunk today, and tomorrow is a matter of the future.

Three months later, Han Fen came to a bamboo forest. According to the map, this place was called... Bamboo Forest!

Han Fan's eyes widened and he looked again and was sure it was called Zhulin. It was very direct.

Han Fan was helpless, this was the place where the village chief said an expert lived in seclusion.

After passing through this bamboo forest, we reached the outskirts of Dongzhou. After walking another two hundred miles, we reached the gathering place on the border of Dongzhou.

Han Fan walked into the bamboo forest, and that comfortable feeling came back. As long as he was close to places or things with strong wood attributes, Han Fan's sense would become more acute, and as his realm improved, this bonus would become more and more intense.

big.

At noon the next day, in Han Fan's perception, a bamboo building appeared one thousand meters away. The bamboo building had six floors, all made of bamboo from the forest. The bamboo house had a plaque of unknown material, with the words "

Just looking at the word "study" makes people feel peaceful.

Han Fen's attention was attracted by those two words. His consciousness stayed there for a long time. He suddenly woke up and hurriedly withdrew his consciousness. Remembering the words of the snake catching village chief, he quickly changed direction and planned to avoid this place from a distance.

Just when Han Fan wanted to stay away from this place, a gentle and charming voice sounded in his ears: "You are a guest when you come from afar. The journey is long. I must be a little tired. Why don't you come here to take a rest."

Han Fan subconsciously walked in the direction of the study, Zi Huan moving on its own. Only then did Han Fan come back to his senses and found that he had walked more than two hundred meters, and cold sweat broke out at that time.

From a thousand meters away, one sentence can confuse his mind, and Han Fen didn't notice the fluctuation of spiritual power at all. In other words, the woman just spoke normally, not some kind of magic. This means that her cultivation level

Unfathomable.

"Um, senior is doing some cultivation here, so I, a man, can't disturb him." Han Fan said directly, cupped his hands in the direction of the study, turned around and left quickly.

"Stop, did I let you go?" The woman's voice was still lukewarm, but Han Fen could hear a trace of displeasure and hurriedly stopped.

"Senior, the previous offense was really unintentional. The word "study" is really very charming. If you have offended me, please don't remember the villain's fault." Han Fan said again and said,

People can't say no words of rejection.

But why does the woman care about this? The more interesting Han Fen is, the more curious she becomes.

"You have indeed offended me, what should I do? Besides, you actually called me senior? Do you think I am very old?" the woman asked.

Han Fen was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat again. What the hell? Age is indeed an issue that every woman cares about, even the spiritual world is no exception. Women in the world are equally complicated.

Han Fan's mind raced and he thought of a way. He mustered up the courage to say, "Girl, how about I dance for you?"

"Girl?" The woman seemed to be asking but not asking. She chuckled and then stopped, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

The woman thought of her husband. When they first met, his husband also called her that.

"Okay, you go ahead and dance. If you dance well, I will allow you to leave." After a long time, the woman's voice came again.

Han Fen finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Although it was up to her to decide whether to dance well or not, she had to lower her head under the eaves.

Fortunately, the thing she was most worried about did not happen. If the woman felt that Han Feng was too frivolous by calling her a girl, and she got angry with Han Feng, she would tell her directly here.

Han Fen moved his body and recalled a very popular dance in his previous life - the ghost step dance!

There is a saying in the dance circle that dance is accompanied by music. Dance without music looks like convulsions. Han Fen has now perfectly explained what convulsions is.

I saw that he kept changing his steps, kicking up bursts of dust. The emerald green spiritual robe echoed the color of the bamboo forest, but it seemed extremely abrupt under Han Fen's dance.

On the sixth floor of the bamboo building, on the balcony, a woman in a white gauze skirt sat on a bamboo chair, looking in the direction of Han Fan.

She has curved eyebrows, red and phoenix eyes, a straight nose, slightly pursed thin lips, and two shallow pear dimples when she smiles. This is the face of a beautiful oriental woman, but it is also dignified and playful.

I saw her picking up the porcelain cup on the table and taking a sip of tea. Her every move was natural, as if it was the most basic principle in the world, and it made people feel that it should be like this.

"Are you teasing me?" When Han Fen stopped, the woman asked. Even the words with clear emotions and anger coming from her mouth made people feel gentle, but at the same time, it also made people understand that if there is no good explanation next

, she would be really angry. This feeling is very contradictory, but extremely real.

"Don't dare, I'm serious. In fact, this dance is only good if it follows the rhythm." Han Fen quickly explained.

"Rhythm?" the woman was curious.

"Yes, I will demonstrate it to the girl right now." Han Fan was very happy that he had a flexible mind. At the same time, he also understood what it means to not listen to the old man's words and suffer the consequences in front of you.

Wait, he seems to have listened!

The woman leaned forward slightly, looking very serious, and Han Fen started his performance.

The ghost step was still the same, but this time Han Fen covered his mouth with one hand and started to beat the rhythm.

The woman had never heard this kind of music before. Back then, she and her husband traveled all over the country and experienced a lot, and they traveled half of the Yunyan Territory. Now, she had never heard of the simple music coming from the mouth of a young monk.

When the woman took a closer look, she realized that it was a method similar to ventriloquism, where various pronunciations were constantly combined to achieve the desired sound.

Han Fen suddenly felt very grateful that he was not just waiting to die in his last life. At least during his rebellious period, he learned some things he liked, and they actually came in handy in this life.

The woman is becoming more and more interested in Han Fen. Why would such an interesting person let him leave like this?

"Not bad, what else?" the woman asked.

Of course Han Fen was happy when he heard the woman's affirmation, but the woman's next sentence made him curse madly in his heart, but he said "I know more".

Han Fan thought for a while, since there are no ancient poems in this life, why not compose (recite) a poem for a woman to listen to?

"I'd like to ask you, girl, if you have a little bit of writing in your lower abdomen, can you compose a poem?" Han Fan asked, clasping his fists and feeling confident.
Chapter completed!