Master Mo giggled, "It turns out that he is still a sweet-mouthed junior." It seems that it is not possible to give you a greeting gift. ”

As he spoke, the stranger handed over a storage bracelet, "This is a little savings left behind by me before I was alive, it's not worth anything, you can take it and play with it." ”

The storage bracelet was a jade bracelet with a green body, with a simple style and an ancient carving, and Ren Han could see that this thing must be old with just a glance.

She was hesitating whether she wanted to take it or not, but Zixi in the ring space suddenly screamed and jumped out.

Ren Han was taken aback by it, and she was about to ask what this stupid bird was crazy about, but Zixi had already taken the lead and pounced between Mo Shangren and Ren Han.

Its whole body trembled slightly with excitement, "Dare to ask the Venerable Master, are you a demon cultivator?"

Master Mo nodded slightly, "What, do you know me?"

The purple bird's head nodded, "The younger generation is your descendant!" 'The thirteenth generation of Lord Mo, with a charming complexion and outstanding talents, fell in the battle of demon eradication in the late Mahayana period. 'There's a mention of you in the codex my dad left me!'

Ren Han wanted to cover his face with Zixi's miscellaneous bloodline, and he was embarrassed to come to recognize his ancestors.

Although Ren Han felt that with Mo's character, she should not do anything to Zixi, but she would not punish her, it did not mean that the other party would definitely admit that Zixi, a stupid bird, was her family.

However, what surprised her was that Mo didn't casually send away the inexplicably excited Zixi.

Under Ren Han's gaze, the two of them quickly got together and muttered.

Master Mo asked Zixi a lot of questions, and then personally examined its bloodline.

In the end, she came to the conclusion that Zixi was really her Mo's descendant.

That's right, it's not a relative, it's a descendant, the kind of descendant who is directly related by blood.

Ren Han and the others, who had witnessed this divine turn, were all stunned, and at this moment, a thought invariably floated through their hearts, it turned out that Zixi, this stupid bird, was really a descendant of the roots, no wonder it was so persistent in finding its bloodline inheritance.

After staging a meeting with Master Mo, Zixi's excited mood finally calmed down.

Master Mo touched the purple bird's head, "It's hard for you, this child, the blood has been thinned to this point, and he still hasn't forgotten his original intention, and he is dedicated to realizing the last wishes of his parents and ancestors." The younger generation is fighting like this, and I, as a high ancestor, should always help you. ”

Speaking of this, Master Mo took out a small and delicate jade bottle and handed it to Zixi, "This is my essence blood, although I am not a pure bloodline, but my essence blood is used to help you change your bloodline, but there is no problem." ”

Zixi was already speechless with excitement, it was holding the small jade bottle, and tears were involuntarily overflowing in its black eyes.

After a while, he stammered and thanked Mo Shangren, "Thank you...... Thank you for your kindness. ”

Mo Shangren smiled and patted its fat wings, "Work hard and transform as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, granddaughter obeys!" Holding the small and delicate white jade bottle, Zixi nodded like pounding garlic.

Mo Shangren couldn't help it.

She took out a bunch of cultivation resources that were of great benefit to demon cultivation and threw them to Zixi, "You can take these too." ”

Zi Xi hurriedly stuffed the bottle of essence blood that the Mo Master had given it into his storage bag, and after that, it got a few pieces of jade slips, a large number of precious spiritual materials, ores, and the skin, bones, and blood of the demon beast from the Mo Master.

The private collection of Mahayana monks tens of thousands of years ago can be imagined to be precious and rare.

Even if it was just a meeting gift given by the stranger, it was still a rare treasure for Ren Han and Zixi.

"Alright, that's the end of the private business. As he spoke, Master Mo casually found an offering table and sat down, "Next, we should also discuss how to deal with that guy." ”

As soon as she said this, Ren Han suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

She always felt that there was a good chance that the stranger would detain this pot to her.

In the next moment, the stranger really verified Ren Han's guess with his actual actions.

She plucked the wooden crested hairpin on her head and handed it to Ren Han, "This hairpin is an innate spirit treasure that specializes in restraining monsters, the only drawback is that this thing can only be used by female cultivators who are immortal bodies. Fortunately, you already meet this condition, and handing it over to you is not a pearl secret investment. ”

Ren Han didn't reach out to pick up the hairpin, she stiffened her face and reminded the Venerable Mo, "The seniors, the juniors only have the pre-Yuan Infant cultivation, and they are far from being the opponents of the Venerable Master. ”

Master Mo insisted on stuffing the hairpin into Ren Han's hand, "His demon body has been destroyed, and his cultivation is not one out of ten, but you have this hairpin to help." With the odds of one or the other, you have at least a 20% chance of winning against him. But if you don't take this hairpin......"

She didn't finish her words, but Ren Han had already understood what Mo Shangren said.

Indeed, she had already met with Wei Li just now, and if the other party saw her again in the future, the first thing he would do would definitely be to get rid of her as soon as possible.

The Immortal Mansion is so big, and it is impossible for her to go out from here with everyone she cares about at once, so what other way can she protect herself, her relatives and friends than to carry it to the end with Nightmare?

Thinking of this, Ren Han, who was driven to the shelves, immediately wilted.

She raised her hand to take the wooden crested hairpin, and then cut her finger and dripped blood to confess her master.

Mo Shangren quietly looked at her and the wooden crested hairpin in her hand, his eyes full of reluctance, nostalgia and affection.

Although this wooden crested hairpin is not her natal magic weapon, it has been kept warm by her in the dantian for more than 2,000 years.

Even if she unfortunately fell later, this wooden crested hairpin has been hidden in a hidden corner of this underground palace by the divine thoughts she left behind.

For tens of thousands of years, only this spiritual wooden crested hairpin has been accompanying her and helping her relieve her loneliness.

Now that he wants to give it to Ren Han, the stranger is inevitably a little reluctant.

The wooden crested hairpin seemed to sense the emotions of the Mo Shangren, and as soon as he recognized the master, Ren Han felt a hazy sadness.

She quickly realized that this was the mood of the wooden crested hairpin, although this wooden crested hairpin had not yet turned into a primordial spirit, but as an innate spiritual treasure that had been nurtured by Mahayana monks for more than 2,000 years, it was normal for it to have a certain spirituality.

Touching the slightly trembling wooden crested hairpin, Ren Han whispered to Mo Shangdao: "Senior, this hairpin is reluctant to give you up." ”

Mo Shangren smiled slightly, "Well, I feel it." ”

After a pause, she sighed again, "Actually, I can't bear it." ”