Ten years ago, Xie Jiang, who was regarded as a legend by many people, had the meridians in his right hand destroyed. Since then, his altar has fallen and disappeared. Just for a moment of kindness, a boy named Qiuce.
Two years ago, this disciple abandoned his master and wanted to return, but since then there has been no trace of his master.
That day, the sharp knife cut through the clothes, and the blood stained the ancient road. After eight years of recuperation, all the efforts were in vain.
Xie Jiang remembered his master's words before leaving: "Xie Jiang... There is no help for great kindness, and there is no help for those who are alone."
Xie Jiang didn't believe it before, but now, his former disciple knelt behind him. He was silent for a long time, and only gave a faint motto:
——"Ace..."
——"Great kindness does not depend on help, and doing good does not depend on help."
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——The mistake has been made, and the fierce fire can no longer forge it.
Intention: Great kindness does not depend on help, and doing good does not depend on help.