It was rainy in Shu.

It rained heavily for three or four days before it stopped.

The clouds are raining, and the sky is blue.

Shudu Airport.

Maybe it's because it's only been raining heavily for a few days,

"I'll go back to Kyoto, make a report to the central government about Sichuan and Shu, and then I'll go to the East China Sea. ”

He Wuxian, who went to Sichuan to inspect the bizarre corpse case, paused. Then he said to the young man who came to see him off: "When the time comes, I will have to trouble you." ”

The special plane that flew directly to Kyoto City was quietly docked not far away, and at He Wuxian's request, none of the big and small officials in Sichuan and Shu showed up to see them off.

The sacrificed warriors had already secretly practiced the spirit send-off, while most of the bodies of the converts had been cremated and burned to ashes, while a small part had been sent to a special plane and would be sent north with He Wushu to Kyoto City.

Although there are some soldiers who died heroically in this incident, but on the battlefield, how can it be impossible not to die, but the heroic righteousness of these martyrs is worth it, the evil creatures have been eliminated, and the land of Sichuan and Shu has returned to peace and tranquility.

"It is incumbent upon us. ”

Li Futu naturally understood what He Wuxian was referring to, and nodded without hesitation.

"Commander, it's time to board the plane. ”

Long Wu, who was dedicated to his duties and never left an inch, reminded in a low voice.

He Wushu bowed his head silently, and then raised his hand, as if he subconsciously patted Li Futu's shoulder, but then he didn't put it up, but gradually moved down.

Seeing this, Li Futu stretched out his hand.

The two sides shook each other.

The two hands stayed in mid-air for two or three seconds, and then he didn't hesitate to stop.

"When will you return to the East China Sea?"

Li Futu responded: "In two days." ”

He Wuzhi asked.

"Are you planning to play in Sichuan for a while?"

Li Futu shook his head and smiled: "No, I plan to go to a place to have a look." ”

"Oh?"

He Wuzhi nodded, but he didn't ask any more questions, said goodbye to the East China Sea, and then turned around and walked towards the special plane.

"Hate him?"

While walking, He Wushu spoke quietly.

Hearing the words, Long Wuyi, who followed him, didn't react too much for a while, and after a while, he realized that the original Dragon Soul Commander was talking to him.

The footsteps subconsciously paused, and Long Wu was silent for a moment, slowly exhaled, and shook his head.

"Don't hate. ”

As he spoke, his footsteps gradually returned to their naturalness.

He Wushu glanced back at him.

"Really?"

The scene of Long Yi's tragic death outside the North Gate is still vivid.

The culprit who caused the dragon group to be leaderless was the urging judge of the underworld.

Long Wu's eyes were complicated, and he slowly spoke: "There is no right or wrong in this world, it's just because each other is in different camps, each side is its own master, life and death are naturally fate, besides, he is not a pure bad person." ”

He Wuzhi pondered for a while, looked at the special plane not far away, and said: "You dragon group, you should have also received protection work, among the objects of your protection, there are many arms dealers, high-ranking officials in exile from other countries, and even international red notices, am I right?"

Long Wu's eyes fluctuated, and he was silent.

This is a complete high-level secret.

The history of a company's fortune will hide a lot of shady dirt behind it, not to mention the rise of a great power?

He Wuzhi's expression was calm, and he continued: "Long Wu, if you talk about the supreme power, do you think that the people who saved a group of devils are merciful, or the people who kill a group of devils are merciful?"

Long Wu pursed his lips tightly and kept silent.

He Wucheng did not embarrass him, walked up the boarding ladder, and the guards on both sides saluted in unison.

"Let's go back to Beijing. ”

……

Seeing this worthy special plane take off to the north, Li Futu turned around, but he did not leave the airport, but through normal channels, like ordinary citizens, he took money and passed the inspection, and also boarded a flight and left Sichuan.

He did not return to the East China Sea, but landed in Jinling.

Here, he once brought He Caiwei's mother and daughter to come once, and it was only more than 300 kilometers away from the East China Sea, and it took three or four hours to drive.

Of course, he came to Jinling alone this time, not to revisit the old place, but to sit in the rose manor and enjoy the rain with Gong Zhengyu in the past few days, Gong Zhengyu told him that he should come to this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties to have a look.

"Master, go to Qixia Mountain. ”

Walking out of the airport, Li Futu directly stopped a taxi.

"Okay. ”

The driver drove him out of the airport and headed north.

"Young man, are you here to worship the Buddha?"

The most famous of Qixia Mountain is Qixia Temple, which is the birthplace of the Three Treatises Sect, and its position in Buddhism is very important.

Li Futu hummed casually.

"I can't see it, I believe in Buddhism at such a young age?"

The taxi driver seemed to disapprove of the Buddha, but grinned, after all, he still taboo something, and didn't say anything too disrespectful, but just sighed: "Now being a monk is a bright profession, much stronger than our taxis, my mother-in-law always quarrels with me, and one day I can't think about it, I also go to Qixia Mountain to have a house to play." ”

Li Futu smiled, "The Buddhist family does not accept five impure disciples. ”

The taxi driver scoffed: "You also believe this kind of nonsense." ”

He turned the steering wheel and turned to the right: "However, at this time, the scenery of Qixia Mountain is really good, and many people run their families to the mountain to see the scenery." ”

Li Futu looked out the window.

Seeing that he was not in high spirits, the driver didn't speak again, took out a pack of cigarettes with one hand, lit one and smoked by himself.

It took three hours to fly from Shudu to Jinling, and it took more than 40 minutes to take a taxi from the airport, and when I came to the foot of Qixia Mountain, the sun was about to set.

Looking up, under the sunset, the eyes are full of mountain flowers.

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

Li Futu stood quietly, a little distracted.

"Young man, you're too late, Qixia Temple should not be entertaining pilgrims now, you better go up the mountain tomorrow morning." ”

A kind voice suddenly came from beside him.

Li Futu turned his head and saw an old man, who was carrying a fishing rod in his hand and a fishing basket on his back, who should have just returned from fishing in a nearby lake.

"Old man, how's the harvest?"

Li Futu asked with a smile.

The kind-eyed old man shook his head, smiled and sighed: "It's late today, only a basket of twilight has been harvested, and I have to get up early tomorrow, so I will definitely be able to catch a river of sunrise." ”

Li Futu was stunned.

The old man smiled and kindly reminded: "Hurry up and find a shop to rest, these hotels at the foot of the mountain are so pretty, it is estimated that there will be no vacant rooms later." ”

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