I have accepted so many disciples, but only Qiao Rucheng is a cold and indifferent person. After the movement started, he quickly broke off relations with me and never came to the mountain to see me again.
Because I had no source of incense offerings and no other income, many of my disciples felt sorry for me, an old man, and came to the mountain from time to time to give me some food, clothes and daily necessities. Only Qiao Rucheng never came to see me once.
People always say that 'a friend in need is a friend indeed', and that is absolutely true.
Forget it, forget it, maybe this is what I owed them in my previous life!"
After saying this, he took out a small box from a small square under the candlestick and said, "When the movement started that year, a group of people with red armbands ran up the mountain to cause trouble. I was tending to the herbs in the medicinal fields on the back mountain at the time.
I saw with my own eyes that Qingxu threw the box down the cliff. I didn’t think much about it at the time. Later, when I went to the bottom of the cliff to collect herbs, I picked up the box.
I think the information here may be useful to you. I hope you can find the truth and give justice to all the victims."
Xiao Yihan took the box, feeling a bit heavy in his heart. He could sense Taoist Qingyun's disappointment and heartache towards Qingxu and Qiao Rucheng, and he could also sense his desire to know the truth.
He opened the box and looked inside, revealing a seal with blurred writing and a smashed pistol.
Xiao Yihan picked up the seal and examined it carefully. The material of the seal looked a bit old, and only traces of the word "Ma" could be made out on it.
He picked up the pistol again and looked at it. This pistol obviously had a certain history. The number on it was a little blurred, but it could still be completely identified.
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