Legend of Yan Wu

After looking at Han Mo for a long while, the old man flipped his right hand, and a token of a black ancient score appeared in his hand, and handed it to Han Mo, saying, "This is the gift."

Han Mo got the token and started to play with it curiously. The token was as big as a palm, and it was much heavier than Han Mo imagined. It was obviously not made of ordinary materials.

On the front of the token, an unknown monster is depicted on it, which looks lifelike, as if alive; on the back of the token, there are only some strange runes painted on it.

"Where will it be sent?" Han Mo raised his head and asked.

"A place that is far away from here, can you deliver it for me?" The old man asked tentatively. After all, the place he said was too far away from here, otherwise he would have gone back by himself.

Han Mo held the token and hesitated for a while, and then said uncertainly: "Old man, I'm not from the Liuhuo Empire, so I can't guarantee that the things will be delivered. I'm not familiar with the Liuhuo Empire. I don’t know how far I can go.”

"This is not a problem. If you can deliver it, you can deliver it. If you can't deliver it, you can only blame my bad luck. I won't live long, old man. The luck accumulated in my life will be on you." The old man said. He took out another ring and scroll, handed it to Han Mo, and said, "Although this volume of combat skills is only a low-level earth-level, it is also very rare in the outside world. If you don't mind it, just accept it."

Han Mo hadn't planned to accept the old man's reward at first, but when he heard the ground-level combat skills, his eyes lit up, he touched his nose in embarrassment, and thanked the old man: "Thank you, old man, then Han Mo won't pretend Yes, I will accept the combat skills, and after I have learned them, I will have something to defend myself, and the chances of getting them delivered will be higher."

Hearing the good excuse Han Mo made, the old man just smiled lightly, then raised the ring in his hand and said: "It's a long way to go, and there are some gold coins in this ring, just treat it as a entanglement on your way. As for whether it is enough, I only have so much, old man."

"Forget about the gold coins. I just want to leave. I can't go any other way along the river. I can only take a detour back from the Liuhuo Empire, which is also a way." Han Mo shook his hand and said, he has always had no idea about money. Besides, he is now able to refine elixirs. When he has no money on the road, he will refine some low-grade products and sell them. I believe many people will buy them.

Seeing that Han Mo was still being polite, the old gentleman threw the explanation to Han Mo impatiently and said, "Just take it if you tell me, do you think gold coins can be used when the old man stays here?"

The old man said so, and Han Mo had no choice but to put away the ring. After all, the old man was right, and the gold coins here are really useless.

"There is a base map in the ring. I marked the place where you want to go. After you go out, you can reach it by walking according to the base map. This time, you are lucky." The old man looked at Han Mo and said gratefully, although he did not I don't know if the things can be delivered, but at least there is a glimmer of hope.

"Okay, I see." Han Mo put away his things and said seriously to the old gentleman.

The old gentleman sighed, hesitated for a while and said: "I have been here for decades, and I am almost alive. My only wish now is to take this thing out and give it to my disciples."

"Master? Is the old man in charge?" Han Mo asked suspiciously. He didn't expect the old man in front of him to have such a big background, but why can't he feel the fighting spirit of the other party? Could it be... The old man has no soul crystal?

Thinking of this, Han Mo seemed to have guessed the general idea.

"I am the head of Youhaimen. I was hunted down by my enemies once, and I hid here after being seriously injured. Only then did I come back with my life." The old man said with a sigh, but he seemed a little reluctant to talk about the past , shook his hand and did not continue.

Han Mo was listening, when he saw the old gentleman stopped abruptly, he rubbed his nose and lost interest.

After talking with the old man for nearly an hour, Han Mo left the old man's house.

As soon as he went out, he saw Uncle Luo who had been waiting outside. Seeing Han Mo coming out, Uncle Luo rushed forward and asked, "How are you doing?"

"The old man gave me the things, and asked me to take them out for him." Han Mo said with a smile. In fact, this time he himself was not sure. After all, his strength was too weak to travel to the mainland.

"That's good. In fact, this is also the old man's wish. I swore that I would never leave here again, so I can't help the old man fulfill his wish. As for the others, you probably guessed it, they have no strength at all." Uncle Luo As he spoke, there was a dignified look on his face, appearing to be preoccupied.

"Uncle Luo, Han Mo has something I wonder if I can ask?" Han Mo hesitated for a moment and asked.

Seemingly knowing what Han Mo wanted to ask, Uncle Luo said directly: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether we talk about this matter or not. I don't want everyone to be involved in the danger of the outside world, and I don't want them to leave here after they have the strength."

"Then you plan to restrain them for the rest of your life?" Han Mo said.

Hearing the word bondage, Uncle Luo was obviously taken aback, looked at Han Mo and frowned and said, "Do they want to leave?"

Han Mo sighed and said, "I don't know about the others, at least Yiyi and Huanhuan don't like this kind of life, can't you feel it?"

"So what if you feel it? They're still young, just because they've been here for a long time and they're tired." Uncle Luo seemed to have thought of something as he spoke, and looked at Han Mo wonderingly: "Is it because Yiyi and Huanhuan are with you?" What did you say?"

Han Mo shook his head: "They didn't say anything. I can see that for them, what they need more is a big world. If you restrain them like this and prevent them from practicing, their lifespan will be greatly shortened. Have you thought about it?"

Uncle Luo was taken aback when he heard the words, and said sternly: "The length of life does not necessarily have to be maintained by fighting spirit, and pills can also do this."

"Drug? Are you a pharmacist?" Han Mo asked hesitantly.

"No."

"It's not that you are so sure. Pills are medicines. If you eat too much, you will form resistance. Will you have such an effect next time? As a pharmacist, I know better than you." Han Mo blurted out directly, and finished speaking It was only later that I realized that I had slipped my tongue.

Looking at Han Mo, who had leaked out of excitement, Uncle Luo opened his mouth in surprise and forgot what he was going to say just now. After a while, he recovered and asked suspiciously: "What did you just say? Are you a pharmacist?"

Now that everything has been said, Han Mo no longer hides it, nodded and said: "It should be regarded as a second-grade alchemist, but his level is not very stable." When he said the last sentence, Han Mo blushed helplessly, The last time I burned the medicine cauldron to Han Mo's memory was still fresh in my memory.

After receiving Han Mo's confirmation, Uncle Luo became even more excited. He grabbed Han Mo's hand and said, "Then you must have a master, right? Is your master a master of alchemy?"

"Uh... this... Uncle Luo, do you need any help?" Seeing that Uncle Luo was so excited, Han Mo also guessed roughly, if it wasn't because he needed help with something, Uncle Luo would never be so excited Well, although the profession of pharmacist makes people jealous, but the second-rank pharmacist is not so exciting.