Looking at Han Mo for a while, the old man flipped his right hand and a black ancient score token appeared in his hand, handing it to Han Mo: "It's just giving this thing."
Han Mo got the token and started playing 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 was portrayed on it, looking lifelike, but it was like a living thing; on the back of the token, there were only some strange runes painted.
"Where to send it?" Han Mo asked with his head raised.
"Can you send me a place far away from here?" 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 hesitated for a while while holding the token, and then said with certainty: "Old sir, I am not from the Liuhuo Empire, so I cannot guarantee that the things will be delivered. I am not familiar with the Liuhuo Empire and 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, I can only blame my bad luck. Old man, I can't live long. The luck accumulated in my life will be pressed on you." After saying that, the old man took out a ring and scroll and handed it to Han Mo and continued: "Although this combat skill is only low-level in the ground level, it is also rare in the outside world. If you don't dislike it, just accept it."
Han Mo had not planned to accept the old man's reward, but when he heard the ground-level combat skills, his eyes lit up. He touched his nose awkwardly and thanked the old man: "Thank you, Mr. Han Mo will not be artificial. I will accept the combat skills. After I finish learning, I can be considered a little self-defense. The chances of delivering the goods are higher."
Listening to the good excuses Han Mo had found, the old man just smiled indifferently, then raised the ring in his hand and said, "The journey is long, and there are still some gold coins in this ring, just treat it as your money on the way. As for whether it is enough, I only have so many, old man."
"Forget the gold coins, I'm just about to leave. I can't walk on the river anyway. I can only take a detour from the Liuhuo Empire, which is also a way." Han Mo shook his hand and said. He has never had any idea about money and other things. Besides, he can now refine elixirs. When he has no money on the road, he will refine some low-quality products and sell them. I believe many people will buy them.
Seeing that Han Mo was still polite, the old man impatiently threw the explanation to Han Mo and said, "If you ask me to hold it, just hold it. Do you think gold coins can be used when you stay here?"
The old man said this, and Han Mo had to put away the ring. After all, the old man was right, and the gold coins here really couldn't be used.
"There is a base map in the ring. I have marked the place to go. After you go out, you can reach it by following the one on the base map. Fortunately, you have suffered this time." The old man looked at Han Mo and said with some gratitude. Although he didn't know if the thing could be delivered, he had a glimmer of hope.
"Okay, I understand." Han Mo put away his things and said seriously to the old man.
The old man sighed and hesitated, "I have been here for decades and I have lived almost the same life. My only wish now is to take this thing out and hand it over to my disciples."
"Sector? Is the old man the head?" Han Mo asked in confusion. He didn't expect that the old man in front of him had such a big background, but why can't he feel the other party's fighting spirit? Could it be... the old man has no soul crystal?
Thinking of this, Han Mo seemed to have guessed the rough idea.
"I am the leader of Youhai Sect. Once I was chased by my enemies, I hid here seriously injured, and then I saved my life and came back." The old man sighed, but he seemed to be a little reluctant to talk about the past, so he shook his hand and did not continue.
Han Mo was just hearing this, and when he saw the old man stop suddenly, he touched his nose and lost interest.
After continuing to talk to the old man for nearly an hour, Han Mo left the old man's house.
As soon as I went out, I saw Uncle Luo who had been waiting outside. When Uncle Luo saw Han Mo coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How is it?"
"The old man gave me the things and asked me to help him take them out." Han Mo said. In fact, he was not sure about this time. After all, his strength was too weak and he was not suitable for walking on the mainland.
"That's good. In fact, this is also the old man's wish. I have vowed not to leave here, so I can't help the old man fulfill his wish. As for others, you probably guessed that they have no strength at all." Uncle Luo said as a look of solemnity appeared on his face, and he seemed to be worried.
"Uncle Luo, I don't know if Han Mo has one thing to ask?" Han Mo said hesitantly.
As if he knew what Han Mo was going to ask, Uncle Luo said directly: "Actually it doesn't matter whether or not hesitates this matter. I don't want everyone to be involved in the dangers from the outside world, nor do I 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.
When he heard the word restraint, Uncle Luo was obviously stunned. He looked at Han Mo and frowned and said, "Do they want to leave?"
Han Mo sighed and said, "I don't know the others. At least Yiyi and Huanhuan don't like this kind of life. Can't you feel it?"
"So what if I feel it? They are still young, just because they have been here for a long time and are tired of it." Uncle Luo said as he seemed to have thought of something, looking at Han Mo and wondered: "Did Yiyi and Huanhuan tell you something?"
Han Mo shook his head: "They didn't say anything. I saw it myself. For them, what they need more is the big world. If you bind them like this and don't let them practice, their lifespan will be greatly shortened. Have you ever thought about this?"
Uncle Luo was stunned when he heard this and said seriously: "The length of life does not necessarily require fighting spirit to maintain it, and elixirs can also do this."
"Pills? Are you an alchemist?" Han Mo asked hesitated.
"no."
"Isn't you so sure that elixirs are drugs. If you take too much, you will develop resistance. Will there be such an effect next time you take it? As an alchemist, I know better than you." Han Mo blurted out directly, and after he finished speaking, he realized that he had let go of his mouth.
Looking at Han Mo who was excited and letting go, Uncle Luo opened his mouth in surprise and forgot what he was about to say. After a while, he recovered and asked suspiciously: "What did you say just now? Are you an alchemist?"
Since he said it, Han Mo no longer concealed it and nodded, "It should be considered a second-grade alchemist, but his level is not very stable." When he said the last sentence, Han Mo blushed helplessly. Han Mo still remembers it fresh in his memory when he burned the medicine cauldron last time.
After getting Han Mo's confirmation, Uncle Luo became even more excited and grabbed Han Mo's hand and said, "Then you must have a master, right? Is your master a master of medicine?"
"Uh... this... Uncle Luo, do you need anything to help?" Seeing Uncle Luo so excited, Han Mo also guessed a rough idea. If it weren't for something to help, Uncle Luo would never be so excited. Although the profession of alchemist is envious, the second-grade alchemist is not so exciting.