Seeing Lan Yanran's three daughters' repeated exclamations, the old turtle couldn't help but look proud at this time, and said: "Hehe, before the death of the Canghai Sword Saint, so many elixirs were planted in the cave, and after the death of the Canghai Sword Saint, the turtle master and I have been guarding the tomb here for more than 2,000 years.

Whenever there is an elixir from the outside of the cave that is more than 10,000 years old, it will be collected by me and transferred to this place for cultivation.

Nowadays, there are countless medicinal ancestors here that are more than 100,000 years old, and even there are more than 100 medicinal ancestors that are more than a few hundred years old. ”

The old turtle said proudly, being able to raise so many Medicine Ancestor Medicine Kings, I have to say that this is indeed its ability.

And when the old turtle said this, Gu Zhun couldn't help but roll his eyes when he looked at everything in this small world at this time, and glanced at the old turtle who was still bragging about himself here: "You have so many medicine kings and medicine ancestors, and you are embarrassed to only put a few of the most garbage little medicine kings on the stone platform of the world in the tree, and only you can do this kind of thing." ”

Gu Zhun knew that this old turtle was slamming the door, but he didn't expect this guy to be so slammed.

It's just a miser, when he was in the cave, he didn't want to get any blood out and didn't want to arouse Gu Zhun's suspicion, he really didn't know what to say.

Being unceremoniously ridiculed by this adult, the old turtle couldn't help but blush at this time, and said: "My lord, it's not easy for me to raise a few flowers and plants, who is willing to take out the things he has raised for tens of millions of years and give them to others? ”

The old turtle laughed dryly.

At this time, listening to the old turtle's words, Gu Zhun didn't say anything more, and then, he went straight through a fairy phoenix bamboo forest and came to a desolate hill.

On this hill, Lan Yanran and the others' eyes were projected, only to see that there was nothing here, only a small dilapidated thatched hut, standing there crookedly, and the thatched grass on the thatched hut had turned gray and black because of the passage of time, as if it was about to fall as soon as the wind blew.

Lan Yanran and the three women looked at each other, not knowing what Gu Zhun was doing here, what was there to look at in a broken thatched hut.

But at this time, when they came to this small hut, unexpectedly, the old turtle, who had the most broken mouth along the way, became rare and silent at this time, and did not say a word for a long time.

And on the turtle's face, looking at the thatched hut in front of him at this time, there was a faint sadness.

"The body of that kid of the Canghai Sword Saint is in this thatched hut. ”

Gu Zhun stood in front of this broken thatched hut and stopped for a long time, and finally, he looked at the old turtle beside him and asked.

"Yes, in this thatched hut, there are some of the most intimate old things of the Sword Saint back then, as well as the body of the old master after his death, which is also here. The old turtle nodded, sighed, and said: "My lord, the little one knows that you are peerless, invincible in the world, and everything here is naturally yours, but the old master's body, can you ...... it?"

The old turtle hesitated for a moment, and finally, it looked at Gu Zhun and couldn't help but say.

In the heart of this old turtle, the Canghai Sword Saint grew up with it.

In ancient times, they used to depend on each other, and the old turtle has always accompanied the sword saint.

From the initial unknown origin, to the later famous Nine Realms, the old turtle has always watched the growth of the Canghai Sword Saint.

In the end, sending the Sword Saint away was also the aftermath of the old turtle's cooking for him.

People have feelings, and so do turtles.

So at this time, even in the face of a peerless murderer like Gu Zhun, although the old turtle was terrified, at this time, it still made a request.

Gu Zhun glanced at it, and at this time, it was rare that he didn't say anything more, just nodded lightly: "Don't worry, the body of that little ghost of the Canghai Sword Saint, I just don't move." ”

After speaking, Gu Zhun just took a step and walked towards the hut.

Everyone walked into the hut and pushed open an old wooden door that had long been in disrepair, and everything inside the hut was unobstructed.

This hut is not big, you can walk to the end in ten steps, and there are not many things placed in the hut, a five-colored human bone, a clothes covered with dust, and the hand of the human bone is holding a broken ship with a needle sleeve.

"The old master was born poor, and when he was young, he relied on a thatched hut to shelter from the wind and rain, so before he died, he built such a hut with his own hands, and instructed me to store his body in this hut after his death. The old turtle stood beside Gu Zhun, and when he saw the bones of this Canghai Sword Saint, he couldn't help but feel a little touched at this time.

For more than 2,000 years, it has rarely come here, and it just doesn't like the feeling of touching the scene.

But this time, it accompanied Gu Zhun here, and after all, he couldn't help but feel a sense of grief in his heart.

Everything seems to go back to tens of millions of years ago, when it was still an egg, and was picked up by a poor human boy from the river, and later hatched, becoming the only relative of the little ghost.

At that time, they depended on each other.

Canghai Daosheng had a miserable life when he was a child, sometimes he was hungry, and even had to pick up food and go to the river to catch fish.

When I was a child, the Canghai Sword Saint, hungry face and yellow muscles were thin, that was a common thing.

But even so, every time you find something to eat, you have to give it a little bit.

Even so, who would have thought that hundreds of years later, such an ordinary human kid would be able to climb to the pinnacle of the Nine Realms step by step, establish the Canghai Holy Sect, and become a generation of Sword Saints who are famous in the Nine Realms?

And now, among the Nine Realms, how many people will know that even the generation of Sword Saints of the year, who was radiant and peerless, had such an unbearable past when he was young?

"Alas. ”

Looking at this corpse, Gu Zhun couldn't help but sigh in the end.

For tens of thousands of years in ancient times, I don't know how many invincible people have risen like comets, and their fame has shocked the sky, and how many amazing and gorgeous Tianjiao have fallen.

Sometimes, even if you are invincible and famous in life, the ultimate biggest enemy is still time.

The years are merciless, and in the end they will erase all the glory.

Just like today's Canghai Sword Saint, what a shocking figure he was back then, among the Nine Realms, when he heard the name of Canghai Sword Saint, who didn't lose his face?

But now, not only a dry skeleton remains.

Sad, sad.

Gu Zhun didn't say much, at this time, he also walked over slowly and sat cross-legged in front of the bones.

Then, from the hand of this five-colored human bone, he took the needle sleeve broken boat, put it in his hand and stroked it gently, and with such a gaze, it was like seeing the most precious treasure in the world.