In the early morning of the next day, Xu Fan came to the police station to say goodbye to Oudagan Qinglong. This was Qinglong who seemed to have something to say, and it seemed that he wanted to keep Xu Fan for a while.

Xu Fan patted Qinglong on the shoulder and said, "Captain, I know what you want to say. I remember it will only be temporarily calm for a while. If we relax our guard, it is tantamount to sitting and waiting for death."

After speaking, Xu Fan turned his head and said to Ou Dagan again: "The Director has to trouble you. I will definitely need to take the plane some time later. Then you will greet me, otherwise I won't be able to get on the plane." Xu Fan Talking about playing with the pure Yang sword in his hand.

Ou Da Gan said with a smile: "Little things, you can decorate this sword a little at that time, otherwise it will be difficult for everyone to do, when will you start?"

"It's easy to say, it's the next month at the earliest." Xu Fan smiled and nodded. Finally, Xu Fan said that if there is any problem, please call him at any time. This is for the police officers to relax. This is not to say this. Ordinary police are incompetent or something else. After all, they are just ordinary mortals. After all, Qinglong is their boss, and they can't trouble the Qinglong troops with everything.

Xu Fan left the police station under the gaze of everyone, and returned to the Xuan Xue, to make final preparations, and then went out to experience.

In the past few days, Xu Fan felt that the second level of the Pure Yang Sword had not been used proficiently. Xu Fan turned his head and studied it carefully for a few days. After a few days of practice, Xu Fan shook his head slightly. With the Longevity Art, such a domineering Pure Yang sword was treated as a tasteless by Xu Fan before.

Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, I didn't seem to even investigate here clearly, Xu Fan shook his head slightly. Jinling is also a city with profound historical and cultural heritage.

Xu Fan walked out of the Xuan Society and stopped a taxi, driving a middle-aged man with a beard. After Xu Fan got in the car, the middle-aged man with a beard asked with a silly smile: "Where is the handsome boy going? what."

"Go to Zhongshan South Road and just find a place to put it down for me." Xu Fan said.

Just when Xu Fan finished speaking and was about to close his eyes and rest his mind, the middle-aged man with a full face and beard said again: "Little handsome guy, you are going to travel. I recommend some good places for you. Do you want to. "

Xu Fan has been to the South several times before. He always feels that the accent of this city in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Anhui is similar. Xu Fan said, "Thank you, uncle, no need, I can just go shopping by myself."

"Little handsome guy, let me tell you. The place I know is comfortable to live in. It's not far from the Confucius Temple and the Ming City Wall. What do you think? Or I will drag you there. Let's go." The middle-aged driver with a beard said.

"Well, you can go wherever you say it." Xu Fan was annoyed, so he simply followed the driver. It's not that Xu Fan is good at talking. Anyway, it doesn't matter where Xu Fan goes. It's ugly. Xu Fan just came out this time. Try your luck to find out if there are any evil things.

After that, no matter how the driver nagged, Xu Fan pretended to be asleep. What Xu Fan didn’t think was that the driver could keep talking about getting off at Zhonghua Road. Although the driver was a bit verbose, he had to talk about the driver’s recommendation. The location is really good. You can see the Confucius Temple by turning two streets, not far from Xuanwu Lake and Ming Palace.

After getting off the bus, Xu Fan looked at the map and was satisfied with this location. Although he could come from the sky, it seemed too shocking to do so. Although Xu Fan has some strength, he still doesn't want to be the focus of public opinion. God knows this. Who knows what strange things are hidden behind the seemingly ordinary and peaceful society. The attitude of the Qinglong troops has always been a little ambiguous, Xu Fan didn't want to be the focus of everyone.

After choosing a chain hotel at will, Xu Fan opened a single room, and the place where he lived was clean, without too much attention.

Taking out the Pure Sun Sword, Xu Fan couldn't help but waved it a few times in the room, but Xu Fan didn't dare to inject spiritual power. Otherwise, the hotel must be demolished. Xu Fan felt that although the sword technique has not improved, the Pure Sun sword technique does not. Once used, there is an inexplicable sense of fit. It seems that the power of Pure Yang swordsmanship is also invisibly improving. Although it is very subtle, Xu Fan can still clearly feel it. "

"Senior hasn't thanked you well for what happened last time, thank you for your mention of juniors last time." Xu Fan took out the four elephant beads and said to it. Xu Fan's tone was much more polite than when he spoke for the first time.

"A trivial matter, why mention it." Huo Qilin said lightly.

After chatting with Huo Qilin, Xu Fan faintly felt that Huo Qilin did not tell him something, but there was no real evidence. Xu Fan was not good at questioning Huo Qilin. After all, Xu Fan’s good fortune was generally attributed to him. Yu Huo Qilin.

After a long time, Xu Fan sat cross-legged on the bed,

Fortunately, Xu Fan chose this room which was relatively large. After Xu Fan practiced the Pure Yang swordsmanship several times, he washed and rested.

The next day, early morning.

Xu Fan came to the streets of Jinling, looked at all kinds of men and women, found a breakfast shop and ate some casually, and started his journey of hunting for evil.

Although the Confucius Temple is very close to Xu Fan, Xu Fan feels that evil things should not be hidden here. After all, it has been passed down for thousands of years, if evil things are hidden there, it is tantamount to looking for death.

After thinking about it, Xu Fan felt that it was better to go to the Zhongshan Tomb and Ming Dynasty Tombs. After all, there was a place where the dead lived, and the Yin Qi might be heavier, suitable for hiding evil things. After making a plan, Xu Fan did not hesitate. Get up and leave.

"Young man! You didn't pay, hey young man. I didn't pay before." The breakfast shop owner chased him out, and Xu Fan's face blushed, and he turned around to pay for the breakfast. Xu Fan was too absorbed in thinking about something just now. I forgot. Although Xu Fan could not be ranked in terms of Huaxia Fortune, he would not fail to pay for a breakfast.

When Xu Fan was about to explain after paying the money, he looked at everyone's eyes, and after thinking about it, he didn't explain it anymore. He would only get darker and darker, and stopped a car and went straight to the Zhongshan Mausoleum.

After a while, the car stopped at the foot of the mountain. Although the mountain was not high above sea level, Xu Fan felt very powerful when he looked up at the foot of the mountain. No wonder Mr. Sun Yat-sen was buried here.

Xu Fan hurried all the way and reached the top of the mountain in less than twenty minutes. Qingming had just passed. It was not a weekend. There were not too many tourists. There were twos and threes. Xu Fan's swift journey did not arouse much attention.

Like ordinary tourists, Xu Fan just took a look, killing time, Xu Fan found a hiding place on the mountain and took a nap. When he woke up, the sky was already dark.