There were no more accidents on the way, and the car drove straight to the provincial capital. Along the way, the Seventh Changfeng was so anxious that he wished he could grow wings on his back and fly directly to his home in Jiangnan. On the way, he met a group of highly skilled black-clad men. He could not find any clues, and he was even more confused about their origins. However, he was sure of one thing, that they were definitely not from the Black Dragon Society. There were masters in the Black Dragon Society, but their martial arts were very different from traditional Chinese martial arts. They liked to take unconventional approaches and their moves were vicious and weird. However, the two young men in black used dignified Chinese kung fu. It seemed that in addition to the Black Dragon Society, someone had found out that he had the Youji Diagram, one of the Eight Diagrams, in his possession. The terrible thing was that he had no idea about the other party's details. They were in the dark, and he was in the light. Even with the protection of Han Xiaohan, who was a master of kung fu, he was still restless and upset.
The provincial capital, the largest city in the province, is so prosperous and modern that it cannot be compared to a remote small county town.
Han Xiaohan's eyes were almost not enough after he got out of the car. The tall buildings rose from the ground and lined up on both sides of the road. The reinforced concrete overpass was like a huge beast lying in the city. There were flashing neon lights and colorful billboards everywhere. Luxury cars that he had never seen before whizzed past him from time to time.
Qiqi Changfeng didn't want to stay here for another second, so he took Han Xiaohan, stopped a taxi, and headed straight for the train station.
After arriving at the station, I ran to the ticket office and asked, "There are no trains going south now. Any city will do as long as I'm going south."
The conductor had never seen such a passenger before. He looked at him suspiciously, then glanced at Han Xiaohan behind him and said, "In ten minutes, there will be a train E137 to Nanjing..."
Before the conductor could finish speaking, Qi Qi Chang Feng had already started to take out money and said anxiously, "Give me two tickets to Nanjing. Oh, and I want sleeper tickets!"
In this way, Han Xiaohan didn't even stay in the provincial capital for an hour before he got on the train to Nanjing in a daze.
Midsummer, mid-September. September is the hottest month of the year, and this September is even hotter than previous years. Not only is the weather in Nanjing hot, but the people are even hotter.
September 18th will be a day that will be remembered by the entire Chinese nation no matter how many years pass. It is a shame that is deeply engraved in their hearts and can never be erased or wiped off.
When Qiqi Changfeng and Han Xiaohan first arrived in Nanjing, they happened to witness the largest anti-Japanese demonstration in Nanjing in recent years.
Hundreds of thousands of people spontaneously took to the streets, holding high the Chinese flag, hoisting long anti-Japanese banners, and singing the national anthem in a loud voice. They were like an angry dragon with only the head visible but not the tail, winding and swimming between the gaps between the buildings.
It is a shock that can touch the deepest part of people's hearts, and it is a national cohesion that cannot be stopped by any force.
The majority of the crowd was young people, and the students from various universities in Nanjing were at the forefront. No matter when, the group that walked at the top of the times, led the fashion trend, and had the most exposed points must be the college students. They were young, enthusiastic, sincere, pure, and most importantly, they loved their country deeply. They were the first group of people who introduced the socialist ideology from Russia to China.