This looks like a letter written in blood.
Bo Jinxiu could also see the word "㱕" clearly.
But he didn't know what it meant.
"What's this?"
Jiang Ciyou said, "I told you, I suspected Li Yunting before I disappeared. I had also been to that water dungeon a long time ago. Master secretly put it in my pocket, but later, Linglong hypnotized me and I lost that memory. When I saw this note, I didn't know what was going on and didn't dare to alert the enemy. I only suspected my senior brother, but now I have completely remembered it."
"Master asked me to give this thing to the old man."
Xiao Qinglin was actually feeling quite strange as well.
He was unaware of the grudge between the Li and Bo families.
But yesterday, he heard Jiang Ciyou talk about Li Yunting's identity.
He is the only descendant of the Shangguan family.
His goal was to avenge the Shangguan family.
And he identified his enemy as Bo Haiquan.
Yesterday, he discovered so many graves in the back mountain, which also confirmed Li Yunting's identity as a member of the Shangguan family.
So, after returning home last night.
He began to research the old case of the Shangguan family being massacred fifty years ago that night.
But this case has been going on for too long.
And there were no files in that era.
The only things I could find were some reports about this case.
Most of them are just gossips and fabricated rumors about the feuds among wealthy families.
Among the many news.
There is indeed a guess.
It is said that the Bo family wiped out the entire Shangguan family.
The basis for this speculation is that after the Shangguan family was wiped out, the Bo family rose rapidly and quickly replaced its position as one of the four major families in Kyoto.
Moreover, the Shangguan family started out in foreign trade, and the Bo family also began their capital explosion with a shipping ship.
Xiao Qinglin also told all the information he had found out last night.
Jiang Ciyou said: "There is no need for us to speculate here, let's go find the old man."
According to the housekeeper.
After the old man gets up, he spends almost the entire day in his study.
Soon, three people appeared at the door of the old man's study.
The housekeeper has just informed us in advance.
So the door of the study was open.
Bo Jinxiu knocked on the door symbolically.
The old man was practicing calligraphy in the study.
He didn't stop writing with his brush, nor did he raise his head, he just said, "Come in."
After entering, everyone waited for the old man to stop writing.
There are a lot of pens and ink in the old man's room.
A cup of wine in the spring breeze, a lamp for ten years in the night rain.
The green mountains are covered with clouds and rain, and the bright moon is never in a foreign land.
What he was writing on his hand at the moment was Zheng Gu's "Farewell to a Friend on the Huai River", with the sounds of a few windpipes as I left the pavilion late, you went to Xiaoxiang and I went to Qin.
These are all poems about missing friends.
But some of them also have a sense of neither owing the other anything and moving forward on their own.
Who does the old man miss?
Master?
After a while.
The old man finally stopped writing.
Looking at them: "You came to see me, what's the matter?"
Jiang Ciyou got straight to the point: "Old man, I have something to give you, I think you must know it."
After saying that, Jiang Ciyou handed the box to the old man.
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