Han Fan passed by many villages one after another, sometimes skipping directly, sometimes going in to replenish supplies, and then did not stop like in the snake catching village, rushing during the day and cultivating in the wild at night.

Since it was very likely that he would encounter strange beasts, Han Fan did not dare to practice Purple Illusion, but only used Jun Yu Jue to absorb and transform the aura in the air and turn it into his own use.

Cultivating Purple Illusion requires full dedication, and there is no way to distract attention from the situation in the outside world.

It's just that Han Fan always feels a little powerless when he cultivates again, and he finds that his emotions always fluctuate greatly, and sometimes he wants to get angry because he dares to take too many roads or steps on a stone on the road.

The words of the sunspot man always lingered in Han Fan's mind.

Will you really fall into the devil's path in the end and kill innocents indiscriminately?

Coupled with this hint, cultivation was even more difficult, and sometimes he couldn't even settle down, and this state lasted for almost a month, and then Han Fan was relieved in a stormy weather.

Rather than carrying the obstacles in your heart and moving forward with difficulty, it is better to live happily, there is wine today and drunk today, and tomorrow is a matter of the future.

Three months later, Han Fan came to a bamboo forest, and according to the map, this place is called ...... Bamboo forest!

Han Fan's eyes widened, and he looked at it again, and he was sure that it was called Zhulin, which was very direct.

Han Fan was helpless, this is the place where the village chief said that there are high-ranking people living in seclusion.

After passing through this bamboo forest, we arrived at the periphery of Dongzhou, and then walked two hundred miles, which is the gathering place on the border of Dongzhou.

Han Fan walked into the bamboo forest, and that comfortable feeling returned, as long as he approached a place or something with strong wood attributes, Han Fan's sense would become more acute, and with the improvement of the realm, this bonus would also become greater and greater.

At noon the next day, in Han Fan's perception, a bamboo building appeared a thousand meters away, the bamboo building has six floors, all made of bamboo in the forest, the bamboo house is hung with a plaque of unknown material, and the word "study" is written on the plaque in block letters.

Han Fan was attracted by those two words, his divine consciousness stayed there for a long time, he suddenly woke up and hurriedly retracted his divine sense, remembering the words of the village chief of the snake catching village, he quickly turned around, intending to bypass here far away.

Just when Han Fan wanted to stay away from here, a gentle and charming voice sounded in his ears: "You are a guest from afar, the road is far away, presumably Gongzi must be a little tired, why not come here to take a rest." ”

Han Fan subconsciously walked in the direction of the study, the purple illusion operated on its own, Han Fan came back to his senses and found that he had already moved forward for more than two hundred years, and the cold sweat seeped out directly.

Thousands of meters away, a word can confuse his mind, and Han Fen didn't notice the fluctuation of spiritual power at all, that is to say, the woman just opened her mouth normally, not some kind of magic, which meant that her cultivation was unfathomable.

"That, my predecessors are cultivating here, so it's inconvenient for me to be a man. Han Fan said directly, arched his hand in the direction of the study, and hurriedly turned around and left quickly.

"Stop, shall I let you go?" The woman's voice was still tepid, but Han Fan heard a hint of displeasure and hurriedly stopped.

"Seniors, the previous offense was really an unintentional move, it was really the word study that was too charming, if there was any offense, please also ask the seniors not to remember the villain. Han Fan said again, making people unable to say no words.

But how can the woman care about this, the more interesting Han Fan is, the more curious she is.

"You did offend me, what should I do, and besides, you call me senior? Do you think I'm old?" asked the woman.

Han Fan was once again frightened into a cold sweat, what the hell? Age is really a problem that every woman cares about, even the cultivation world is no exception, women in the world are as complicated.

Han Fan's mind was racing, and he thought of a way, and plucked up the courage to speak: "Girl, how about I dance for you?"

"Girl?" the woman seemed to ask, chuckled and disappeared, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

The woman remembered her husband, and when she first met, her husband called her so.

"Okay, you jump, you dance, I'll let you go. After a long time, the woman's voice came again.

Han Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, although it was up to her to decide whether she danced well or not, but she was under the eaves and had to bow her head.

Fortunately, the most feared thing did not happen, if the woman felt that Han Fan called her girl too frivolous, and she was angry with Han Fan, then she would explain it directly.

Han Fan moved his body and recalled a very popular dance in the previous life and era-the Ghost Step Dance!

There is a saying in the dance circle that dance is accompanied by music, and dance without music seems to be convulsive, and Han Fan now perfectly interprets what convulsions are.

Seeing that he kept changing his steps, rubbing up bursts of dust, the emerald green spirit robe echoed the color of the bamboo forest, but it looked extremely abrupt under Han Fan'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 and was looking in the direction of Han Fan.

Willow eyebrows, Danfeng eyes, Qiong's nose is straight, thin lips are slightly pursed, there will be two shallow pear vortices when pursing her lips and smiling, this is the face of a beautiful oriental woman, but it is a little more playful in the dignified, I saw her pick up the porcelain cup on the table and take a sip of tea, every move is natural, as if it is the truth of the world, which makes people feel that it should be so.

"Are you teasing me?" When Han Fan stopped, the woman asked, even this kind of happy and angry words came out of her mouth, which made people feel gentle, but at the same time, it also made people understand that if there was no good explanation in the future, she would really be angry, this feeling was very contradictory, but extremely real.

"Don't dare, it's serious, in fact, this dance is only good if it is with the rhythm. Han Fan hurriedly explained.

"Rhythm?" the woman wondered.

"Yes, I'll show the girl here. Han Fan was very glad that his mind was flexible, and at the same time, he also understood what it meant to not listen to the old man, and suffer a loss in front of him.

Wait, he seems to have listened!

The woman leaned forward slightly, looking very serious, and Han Fan began his performance.

The ghost step is still the same ghost step, but this time Han Fan covered his mouth with one hand and began to play the rhythm of the second and second moves.

The woman had never heard this kind of music, thinking that back then, she and her husband had traveled from south to north, and had seen a lot, and the clouds and smoke were half of the clouds and smoke that had been swam by the two of them, but now the simple rhythm that came out of the mouth of a little monk made her unheard of.

The woman took a closer look and realized that it was a ventriloquist-like method, constantly combining various pronunciations to achieve the desired sound.

Han Fan suddenly thanked himself for not being so mixed in his last life and waiting for death, at least during the rebellious period, he learned something he liked, which actually came in handy in this life.

The woman's interest in Han Fan is getting bigger and bigger, how can such an interesting person let him leave like this?

"Yes, what else?" the woman asked.

Of course, Han Fan was happy to hear the woman's affirmation, but the woman's next sentence made him scold his mother wildly in his heart, but he said that I would go more.

Han Fan thought about it, since there are no ancient poems or anything in this life, why not make (memorize) a poem for a woman?

"Dare to ask the girl, if you have a little ink in your lower abdomen, can you compose a poem?" Han Fan asked with his fists clenched, confident.

"Oh, you can also compose poetry? It's no wonder that Confucian scholars must have some literary talents. "The woman came interested.