Chapter 1597

The next morning, Xu Fan came to the police station and said goodbye to Ou Dagan Qinglong. Qinglong seemed to have something to say. It seemed that he wanted to keep Xu Fan.

Xu Fan patted Qinglong on the shoulder and said, "Captain, I know what you want to say. I remember that it will only be quiet for a while now. If we relax our vigilance, it's just like waiting to die."

After that, Xu Fan turned to Ou Dagan and said, "the director still has to trouble you. After a while, I definitely need to take a plane. You can say hello at that time, otherwise I can't get on the plane." Xu Fan said, playing with his Chunyang sword.

Lotus root big Gan said with a smile: "small thing, when you decorate this sword a little, otherwise everyone is difficult to do, when to start?"

"It's easy to say. It's going to be next month at the earliest." Xu Fan nodded with a smile. Finally, Xu Fan said that if there was any problem, he could call him at any time. It was a relief for the police. It wasn't that the police were incompetent or anything else. After all, they were just ordinary people. Qinglong was their boss in the final analysis. They couldn't trouble Qinglong's troops with everything.

Xu Fan left the police station in the eyes of the public, returned to the Xuanxue society, made the final preparations, and then went out to experience.

These days, Xu Fan felt that he had not skillfully used the second layer of Chunyang sword before. Xu Fan turned his head and studied it carefully for a few days. After several days of cultivation, Xu Fan shook his head slightly. In the Asura world, he was used to the innate Qi and the secret of eternal life, but he was treated as chicken ribs by Xu Fan in front of such an overbearing Chunyang sword.

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

Xu Fan walked out of the Xuanxue society and stopped a taxi. He was a middle-aged man with a beard on his face. After Xu Fan got on the bus, the middle-aged man with a beard asked with a simple smile: "where is the handsome guy going?"

"Go to Zhongshan South Road. When you get there, just find a place to put it down for me." Xu Fan said.

When Xu Fan finished his words and was ready to close his eyes, the middle-aged man with a full face and Beard said, "young man, you're going to travel. I'll recommend some good places for you. Do you want them?"

Xu Fan had been to the South several times before, and always felt that the accents of people from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Anhui cities were almost the same. Xu Fan said, "thank you, uncle. No, I'll go back and have a look myself."

"Handsome boy, let me tell you something. 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'll take you there." Said the bearded middle-aged driver.

"Yes, you can go wherever you want." Xu fan is so annoyed that he simply follows the driver. It's not easy for Xu Fan to talk. Anyway, it doesn't matter where Xu Fan goes. It's hard to say. This time Xu Fan comes out to try his luck to find out if there are any evil things.

After that, despite the driver's nagging, Xu Fan pretended to be asleep. What Xu Fan didn't expect was that the driver could always say that he got off at Zhonghua Road. Although the driver was a bit wordy, he had to say that the location recommended by the driver was really good. Two blocks away is the Confucius Temple, not far from Xuanwu Lake and the Ming Palace Museum.

After getting off the car, Xu Fan looked at the map and was quite satisfied with the location. Although he could come from the sky, it seemed too shocking. Although Xu Fan had some strength, he didn't want to be the focus of public opinion. God knows what strange things were hidden behind this seemingly ordinary and peaceful society. Who knows. The attitude of the Qinglong army has always been somewhat ambiguous. Xu fan doesn't want to be the focus of the public.

After choosing a chain hotel at will, Xu Fan opened a single room and lived in a clean place without much attention.

Taking out the pure Yang Sword, Xu fan can't help waving it in the room. But Xu Fan didn't dare to inject spiritual power. Otherwise, he had to dismantle the hotel. Xu Fan felt that although the sword technique didn't improve, it didn't use the pure Yang Sword technique once. It seemed that the power of the pure Yang Sword technique was also improving, although it was very subtle, But Xu fan can still feel it clearly. "

"Thank you for what happened last time. Thank you for your advice." Xu Fan took out four elephant beads and said to them. Xu Fan's tone was more polite than the last time he spoke for the first time.

"It's a trivial matter, so why mention it." Huo Qilin said lightly.

After chatting with Huo Qilin, Xu Fan feels vaguely that Huo Qilin didn't tell him something, but there is no concrete evidence. Xu fan is not easy to question Huo Qilin. After all, Xu Fan's fortune is generally attributed to Huo Qilin.

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

Fortunately, the room Xu Fan chose was still relatively large. After Xu Fan practiced pure Yang Sword several times, he just took a rest.

The next day, early in the morning.

Xu Fan came to the streets of Jinling, looked at all kinds of men and women, found a breakfast shop, casually ate some, and began his journey to find the devil.

Although the Confucius Temple is very close to Xu Fan, Xu Fan thinks that the evil things should not be hidden here. After all, with thousands of years of inheritance, if the evil things are hidden there, it would be like looking for death.

Xu Fan thinks about it and thinks that he should go to the Zhongshan Mausoleum and the Ming Tombs. After all, they are the places where the dead people live. They may have more Yin Qi, so they are suitable for hiding evil things. After making a plan, Xu fan doesn't hesitate much and gets up and leaves.

"Young man! You didn't pay, young man. I didn't pay before The owner of the breakfast shop chased him out. Xu Fan's face turned red, and he came back to pay for breakfast. Xu Fan was just thinking things were too fascinated. He forgot, though he couldn't get the number on the Chinese fortune, but he didn't pay for breakfast.

When Xu Fan was ready to explain after paying the money, he looked at the people's eyes and thought about it. He didn't want to explain any more. He just drew more and more black and stopped a car to go straight to Zhongshan Mausoleum.

After a while, the car stopped at the foot of the mountain. Although the mountain is not high, when Xu Fan looked at it from the foot of the mountain to the top, he felt very powerful. No wonder Dr. Sun Yat Sen was buried here.

Xu fan made a rapid journey to the top of the mountain in less than 20 minutes. Qingming Festival has just passed, it is not a weekend, and there are not many tourists. In twos and threes, Xu Fan's rapid journey has not attracted much attention.

Like ordinary tourists, Xu Fan just looks around and kills time. Xu Fan takes a rest in a hiding place on the mountain. When he wakes up, it's already dark.