Chapter 577

Li futu didn't leave the courtyard tonight, but he didn't feel sleepy for a long time when he stood in front of the window of the guest room.

What he went through tonight brought him a big impact.

Although the director of education, who has been haunted, died, he felt that the hatred between him and the school did not dissipate, but became more complicated.

The words of the vice principal clearly show that the founder or the owner of the school does not want to see himself stay in Kyoto, or rather, his own existence has affected the interests of the other party.

But I haven't come back for many years. Who can I have conflicts of interest with?

Li can't think of this incredible evidence, but he can't see it in his mind.

After thinking for a while, Li futu put the problem aside for the time being, and then recalled what Qin Po Lu had said in the hall.

Maybe it's OK to drink with your mother's admirer, but I'm afraid that anyone who hears that he has an extra fiancee for no reason can be calm.

The fierce sword drawing figure in the Jianghu building slowly emerged in Li futu's mind.

……

"What? Didn't sleep well last night? "

When Li futu walked out the door the next day, he found that Qin Po Lu had already stood in the yard.

In fact, Li Fu Tu, who didn't sleep much last night, shook his head and looked at Qin Po Lu. For a moment, he didn't know how to call him. Finally, he just said, "let's go."

The western suburb of Kyoto.

Luqi mountain.

Li futu was holding a bunch of lilies in his hand. The closer he got to the tombstone, the heavier his steps became.

There is no magnificent sight stretching for thousands of miles, nor the precipitous scenery soaring into the clouds, but it is far away from the hustle and bustle of the secular world, quiet and peaceful.

"No mother can really blame her children, nor can she."

Qin Po Lu whispered that he seemed to be familiar with the place. After a long walk, two cypress trees with luxuriant branches gradually appeared in front of them.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The leaves can be evergreen,

birth, aging and death.

People have no eternal life.

Walking between the two cypress trees, Qin Po Lu stopped and looked at the humble tomb. There was a gentle color in his eyes that never faded with the years.

Li futu took a slight step, and then walked to the monument alone.

It seems that someone has come here, and there are still black paper ashes on the ground.

Li futu bent down, put the lily down, and knelt down in front of the grave.

Li futu, the unfilial son, is the tomb of Qingsi in the Museum of loving mother.

Red cinnabar, a stroke, showing a third of immature, at the same time, but also outlines a huge resentment.

As he gazed at the picture on the tombstone, his vision gradually blurred.

Mom, I miss you.

Qin Po Lu stood there, his eyes extremely complex.

I'm afraid many people admire the young man's achievements and scenery, but who can really understand how tired the child is in the world when He staggers all the way to the present?

Some pain, some bitterness, can't tell, can't tell.

The mountain wind blows, the forest rustles, as if someone is whispering.

Two men, one kneeling in front of the grave, the other standing behind, the atmosphere is extremely quiet.

At the foot of Luqi mountain.

Two military off-road vehicles stopped. A tall and straight man got out of the car and looked at the mountain. There was a slight trance in his iron eyes.

"General, it's cold. Add some clothes."

He was followed by four men, all dressed in casual clothes, with ordinary appearance, but their standing posture was as high as javelin, showing an extremely fierce momentum.

The man surrounded in the middle raised his hand, stopped his subordinates from adding clothes to him, and then stepped forward.

The mountain road is crooked, and his steps are always slow. Naturally, the road reveals the air of soldiers' blood.

A group of five people shuttled through the mountains in silence.

As the two cypress trees gradually appeared in the field of vision, they soon saw a grave and two men kneeling and standing in front of it.

The man's eyes shrank and his steps slightly stagnated, but he didn't stop after all.

The silence of the cemetery was broken by the sound of footwork.

Qin Po Lu frowned and turned.

When he turned around, the eyes of the four men suddenly locked on him like thunder, and all of them suddenly tightened.

They are the most elite trumps in the army. After the most rigorous layer by layer screening, they can be called one in a hundred thousand. The king of soldiers is the guardian of this country. There is no name, only a code.

They are carrying out the most difficult and dangerous tasks, guarding the security and stability of the country where the world will never see them.They are called dragon group.

Leaders describe them as the weapon of the country!

Qin Po Lu's eyes swept over the faces of several members of the dragon group. He didn't seem to find their unusual expression. There was no fluctuation in their expression.

His eyes gradually deviated, and finally fixed on the core, the oldest man.

There was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"Please leave."

"Qin Po Lu, it seems that this is not your private domain."

The man guarded by four members of the dragon group recognized the core figure of the Qin family at a glance, but like Qin Paolu, he didn't have the same look.

His vision did not stay on Qin Po Lu for long. He quickly passed by and bet on the tombstone.

To be more precise.

Bet on the figure kneeling there to block the tombstone.

His face was expressionless and he raised his feet.

Qin Po Lu's eyes were deep, and his right hand clenched slowly.

The four members of the dragon group have dignified expressions, and they are locked in by the air, ready for battle.

The closer they got to each other, when they were about to meet each other, the figure kneeling in front of the grave supported the ground and stood up slowly.

"You are not welcome here."

The voice is empty, can't hear any emotion fluctuation, like the machine without vitality.

The man frowned, and his steps still continued.

In front of the monument, the no longer weak figure finally turned around.

At that moment, the mountain wind suddenly became whistling, which made people's skin ache.

It was as if the vision was projected from the nether hell, and it ran into the man's eyes without any cover. It was dark and deep, as if it had lost all human emotions.

"Go away."

Four members of the dragon group were shocked and then angry.

Men are not only their leaders, but also have paid countless for the whole country. How can they be called away face to face?

Compared with the four members of the dragon group, the man looked at Li futu with a calmer look.

His name is Li Zhengrong.

The youngest rank of general in the state of dragon.

The soul of the military.

In the hearts of those senior generals, more people like to call him One word is king!