Originally, the monks who built the foundation did not have to sleep, eat or drink, and cultivation was the only thing they did, and often a single meditation could be months or years. Time is of the essence.

But Han Chen really integrated into the life here, got up in the morning to plant spiritual things and cultivate, and the rest of the time, he arranged a small demon gathering array, this formation only gathered the demonic qi in the house, and did not rely on absorbing the demonic qi outside to enrich himself.

In this way, he would neither damage the demon plant, nor delay his cultivation, and in his spare time, he would use it to study the formation and read a pill secret key, so as to plan for refining the pill in the future.

And another year has passed since such days, and within this year, Han Chen sometimes went to various places on Orc Island to take a look, temper his mood, and sometimes to hand in tasks, and the rat man was very satisfied with the amount that Han Chen handed in, and sometimes he would teach one or two.

And Han Chen always asks some questions, and for the solution of these problems, the rat man is often to the point and sees it thoroughly, and Han Chen has also benefited a lot.

Time passed day by day! Han Chen was completely trapped in a life of penance, and of course he would also take time to check if there was anything wrong with the demon plant.

And the little black snake and the black fighting ant are also the objects of Han Chen's current attention, among them, the strength of the little black snake is gradually increasing every day, and it has reached the critical point of foundation building, and it is not good to be able to build a foundation monk at any time, and then put it into the spirit beast bag.

There were less than a hundred Black Fighting Ants left, and most of them were in the early stage of True Qi or had no cultivation, basically in their infancy, which was of no help to Han Chen. However, Han Chen would also feed his Cleansing Pill or other pills that would help with his promotion. That's his only fun!

The effect of Han Chen's feeding like this is still very obvious, after a year, the strength of the black fighting ants has obviously improved, and it has increased a lot, and Han Chen was surprised to find that the sleeping little black snake and the black fighting ant can absorb the demonic qi and cultivate independently, which is a big gain for Han Chen.

Another three years passed, and suddenly there was a buzzing sound from the place where Han Chen lived, the sky changed, and a black light emitted from the little black snake's body, with a crisp sound of breaking the shell, this phenomenon lasted for a few days, and the little black snake successfully advanced to the second-order spirit worm.

It dodged and rushed to Han Chen's face, and circled around Han Chen affectionately, "Hahaha..."Han Chen was also very happy, the little black snake Zhou shed that layer of black skin, showing some silver points of light at this moment, which was even more divine and more poisonous.

If he wanted to fight alone, Han Chen might not be able to subdue the little silver snake. (The little black snake evolved, and its body gradually turned silver, and it was renamed the little silver snake.) ）

In the following days, Han Chen truly realized that his cultivation had no years, and in his sixth year, his cultivation had finally advanced to the first level again, reaching the middle stage of foundation building.

In these long years, except for the time when he went out to hand in the mission every year, Han Chen basically never appeared in the cave under the giant tree for the rest of the time.

And Orc Island, since Han Chen disappeared in front of the merman, he left with some disappointment. And the other orcs have no influence on the hunt and hunting, and the land is farming.

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A day later, Han Chen appeared in the Fang Market of the Orc Street, walking on the streets of the Fang Market, Han Chen looked at the monks who were living peacefully with the orcs and was extremely surprised, there were many monks and orcs in the Fang City who came to buy and sell and trade, which was much more than in other places.

However, unlike the cultivator's market, the orc's market is more about the trade of beauties and pills.

Along the way, Han Chen encountered no less than dozens of people who sold him the beauty Ding Furnace, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He found a restaurant, chose a location by the window, boiled a pot of turbid wine, and drank it slowly.

Outside the window, as time went by, it gradually became more and more lively, and when he opened his eyes, he saw three beautiful girls sitting on a yellow carriage, the carriage was a little shaking, and the fox's tail swayed out with the shaking of the carriage.

He seemed to hear the girl's giggles.

On a snack street farther out, there are shouts, shouts, cheers, laughter of the elderly, and the sound of children's hippie noise.

Han Chen took a deep breath! Such a scene fell into Han Chen's eyes, like a group of monsters becoming mortals. Living an ordinary life!

He's been here for eight years, and he moves his nose, and the air is filled with the smell of pastries, pancakes, wine and meat!

"Oops! The daughter of the drunken building is becoming more and more charming," said a fox girl in the carriage.

Looking at the age of the three girls, they seem to be eleven or twelve years old, with delicate baby faces, delicate and transparent figures, and proud height. If you are a few years older, I am afraid that it will be the reincarnation of a real fox spirit.

Han Chen took a sip of wine with a smile, "cough~", as soon as he entered his mouth, a strong throat cutting sensation pierced his heart. The wine with a fragrant aroma on the outside didn't expect it to be so strong on the inside.

The three vixens staggered down on the fine furs, their faces flushed with joy, wearing white fur jackets, and a string of red blessings hanging from their hands, wishing for good fortune.

After drinking and eating, Han Chen went to the Yiji Building not far away, a red plaque was rectangular, and the perimeter was painted in red to celebrate the outside.

As soon as Han Chen approached, an orc with a monkey head and a horse body made a small appearance, and stepped forward with a mud-legged smile.

"Ouch, Childe, I haven't seen it before, is it the first time I've come here? Then you're honored, today a fairy will come to play the pipa, that's the realm of clouds and water, the realm of fairyland!" The little guy said flatteringly.

Han Chen nodded slightly, with a look of high interest, he took out a white jade fan, and lightly fanned it, with a landscape pattern on it, and the light and dark were handed over. He threw out a piece of silver (the common currency of the orcs), and the little servant quickly caught it, wiped it with a cloth, and took a bite. His eyes lit up, and he became more attentive to Han Chen.

He was skillfully led into the Yiji Building.

The Geihime Building is divided into two floors, the first floor is for ordinary guests, and the second floor is for private rooms to greet distinguished guests.

A masked woman in Tsing Yi sat delicately in the lobby, her voice was tactful, her hands were playing, and there was a woman of the same color singing for her!

It's a song of affection, a song about an orc and a human woman who love each other and hate each other!

It's a pity that most of the people present were men, and they were not moved, only a few orc women, who listened with tears in their eyes.

After Han Chen looked at it twice, he found a private room, this private room is a good room, and one of them is almost ready to catch up with the task of two months!

"Do you need to listen to the song, Mr. Buckle~? You can listen to a song for only one or two silver coins!" A moving voice came from outside the door, tactful like a yellow bird.

The dark black wooden table was filled with smoke, which was a specialty of Yijilou, and Han Chen sandwiched a clip of sea fish meat, put it in his mouth and took a bite gently. There is a stove of fruit next to it, and the faint smell of fruit fills the whole room.

"Come in!" Han Chen said lightly.

There was a squeak, and the wooden door was gently pushed open, and a delicate woman in a green shirt walked forward slowly.

Gently closed the wooden door and sat on the wooden chair in front of Han Chen dignifiedly, with affection in his eyes and a smile in his eyebrows. He glanced at Han Chen lightly, and flicked his five fingers lightly.

The sound of the pipa is like flowing water, Han Chen took a sip of fruit wine, the fragrance came to his nose, it was really a glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine, and he wanted to urge the pipa immediately.

"Does Childe think it sounds good?" The woman gently called Han Chen, her delicate figure shook step by step, and slowly stepped forward, slowly approaching Han Chen.

"Peng!" Han Chen stomped the wine glass slightly, and because of the shock, some of the fruit wine inside spilled out.

"Who is Daoyou? Don't you really think that I am pretending to be confused and thinking that I am really confused!" Han Chen took out a paper towel not far from the table, wiped the fruit wine on his hand, and said with a light face.

"Giggle!" the pipa sound trembled sharply, with decisiveness and killing, Han Chen's expression froze.

Looking at this woman carefully, the delicate and gentle are no longer there, replaced by killing and hatred.

At this time, the cold color in the woman's eyes was unconcealed.

When he saw the woman's eyes, Han Chen's expression flashed with a hint of surprise, and he said in a vigilant tone, "Has Han ever seen this fairy?"

"None?"

"Then did Han offend fellow Daoists?"

The woman glanced at Han Chen at this time, "None!"

"Then Your Excellency is using me for fun!" Han Chen also said a little angry.

Before Han Chen could say more, the woman interrupted him almost ruthlessly and stepped forward, revealing her beautiful eyes. There is only a paper distance between the two, the breath is blended, and the movements are ambiguous.

Han Chen was slightly stunned, then smiled awkwardly, "What does Your Excellency mean by this!"

"Like, it's a pity you're not him!" the woman muttered, turning around.

"What did you say?"

Looking at Han Chen in front of her, the woman's hand trembled a little, and a layer of mist rose in her beautiful eyes, she forcibly settled it with her other hand, and then slowly withdrew it. On the surface, it has returned to the scene of ordinary and waveless, but in the heart there is a bitterness.

Why did the man in front of him overlap with him in a moment.

The man in the memory seems to be as plain as water, not slow or urgent, but in fact he is proud and dazzling, cold and lonely, which attracts admiration. He has never been cold to people, and only when he faces himself will he show a sincere smile.

He always said to himself: A cultivator must have no distractions and stay away from the red dust, so that he can reach the other side and become immortal.

He began to teach her to cultivate the ruthless way and cut off the roots of love. She did, and what about him?

On that day, the image of thousands of miles of blood and light was like an eternity!

"Fellow Daoist, you should leave this place and pursue your own path instead of dying in peace!"

She forcibly pressed the pain of her heart, and the face on the green shirt did not make the slightest wave, and sat there silently!