"I understand." Mo Ran paused for a while and only gave such a response. She looked very calm, which made the crazy old man confused.

"You, do you really know?" Crazy Old Nine asked hesitantly.

"certainly."

Mo Ran’s attitude is so good! This makes the Crazy Old Nine a little unbelievable! “It’s worthy of being the talent I have found in the old man. I know the general and know how to advance and retreat. If you think so, I’m sincerely relieved to the old man!”

Mo Ran looked up and looked at the face of Crazy Old Jiu who was so moved that he was almost crying, "You said just now that you have many treasures, and I am so weak now. In order to allow me to live until the day when you and I meet in the future, why don't you give me some life-saving things? How are you okay?"

Crazy Lao Jiu stood in the same place with a rigid body. OK, feelings are digging a hole here! He just said too fast, and he seemed to be bald... But he couldn't repent when he said something. If he didn't make any blood, wouldn't he go back on his word and slapped himself in the face?

Sitting on the ground, Crazy Laojiu took out his torn cotton jacket with a bitter face, and books were thrown out, and then a bunch of bottles and jars.

Then there were short daggers, rough long swords, and eighteen weapons.

"Mo Ran, these things have been enough for you to use for a long time. Don't use these magic tools before you have no strength... These books are common sense for cultivation. If you study them carefully, you can avoid detours in the future...

As for these jade bottles, they are all filled with elixirs, and the names are at the bottom of the bottle. If you refer to the book, you will find it in the future. "

Crazy Lao Jiu was scattering among the piles of things and explained it to Mo Ran. Seeing that she was still staring at him, Crazy Lao Jiu coughed and continued, "I know what you want most is to improve your current body.

But this is not because I don’t help you, but because you really have no idea what to do. You are reborn in a dying person and will not be replenished. The elixirs here are all great tonics. If you take them now, you will die!

Cultivation is accompanied by washing muscles and marrow from beginning to end, until you are reborn and transformed into an immortal body. You need to start practicing the truth first, and then slowly transform your muscles and bones."

Mo Ran nodded and asked, "How do I take these things away?"

Crazy Lao Jiu smiled and took out a cloth bag from his arms that looked like a leather one, "Hehe, this is a storage bag, which can be opened with just a little mental power. Even if you are an ordinary person, you can do it. Just concentrate and you can take the things in this storage bag."

As he said that, he waved his hand gently and the accumulated things on the ground fell into the storage bag.

Mo Ran took the storage bag, and was light and could not feel the weight at all. He tried to take out the things inside, and after a few times, he succeeded. Mo Ran put away the storage bag and looked at the crazy old man again.

"Is that the only one? Although things are a little rare, for you, it should be just a table corner that is dispensable? A dignified immortal master in the heavenly realm will not be able to even bring out a decent treasure?"

The crazy old man looked so ugly, as if he wanted him to cut his flesh. Mo Ran watched him dig it out in the torn cotton jacket again, and finally couldn't help but speak, "If it's so embarrassing..."

"No! Old man, I keep my word, how could I be stingy with a few treasures? Wait, old man, I am looking for a treasure that shocks the world and makes ghosts cry!"

Mo Ran shrugged indifferently, "Then you look for it slowly."

But Mo Ran waited for almost an hour, and Crazy Lao Jiu was still exploring it. She was wondering if Crazy Lao Jiu was epilepsy. Anyway, she had nothing to do with her, so she simply took out a book and sat next to her and read it.

"But I'm looking for it..." Crazy Old Nine murmured. Mo Ran looked up when he heard the sound, but saw Crazy Old Nine holding a green jade flute in her hand. The flute was delicate and small, much shorter than an ordinary flute, about fifteen centimeters. Crazy Old Nine held the flute and touched it, and it looked really precious.

"What is this?" Mo Ran reached out to get it, but the crazy old man didn't let go. Mo Ran couldn't help but wonder, "Isn't it for me?"

Crazy Old Nine stared at the flute, "Of course yes."

Mo Ran said: "Then let go."

Crazy Lao Jiu didn't move, and he held the other end of the flute with both hands, "Mo Ran, I haven't told you how to use this flute yet."

"You can also let go." Mo Ran's mouth twitched. It was impossible to see that the crazy old man was a foodie, but he was actually a slave. He wanted a flute and was like killing him. "If it really doesn't work, it's fine. A gentleman won't take away what he likes..."

"What's this? This flute is for you! The water I poured out from the old man said, I will never break my promise! Besides, I still lack this little treasure, old man?"

If you are so righteous, then you should let go of your hand quickly...

Mo Ran looked at the crazy old man with contempt, "Since that's the case, then please give me some more treasures."

Crazy Lao Jiu suddenly put his hands on his chest and pulled his torn cotton jacket tightly. His appearance of protecting chastity made Mo Ran look black all over his head. Fortunately, the flute finally fell into her hands, and it was very cool to get it. When you look closely, there were many natural patterns on the flute. Just looking at the appearance, it was indeed a rare treasure.

"What's the use of this flute?" Mo Ran said and placed the flute across his lips. Mo Ran could play the flute, and it was quite good. It was Sanniang who taught her, but when she blew it, there was no sound at all!

Mo Ran looked at the flute carefully. Although it was much shorter, it was well-made, with the seven sound holes round and exquisite, so there was no problem with blowing the holes, so it should be able to blow it.

Mo Ran raised the flute and asked the crazy old man, "Why can't you, a flute that shocks the world and makes ghosts cry?"

Crazy Lao Jiu hummed proudly, "If anyone can blow it, why would it shock the world and cry? This flute is called Yin and Yang flute, and it must have a special method to play it."
Chapter completed!