Chapter 71 That Man`Night'

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into Han Ruoli's room and knocked on Han Ruoli's door. Han Ruoli opened the door and saw that Lingmin changed the dress of the former guard. It was completely a beautiful woman standing outside the door and said politely, "Mr. Han, the landlord asked me to send you an invitation."

"Inviting?" Han Ruoli was a little puzzled, "I'm already here. Why do I still want to invite?"

"The prince doesn't know that every July, Baiming Villa will hold a martial arts conference. During this period, only people with status are allowed to enter, but to participate in the martial arts conference, an invitation is required to enter the venue. The owner said that Mr. Han is fully qualified to participate in the martial arts with the relics of his predecessors. Yes, I was asked to send this invitation. I don't know what sect the prince is from?"

Han Ruoli took the invitation and wrote his name neatly. Han Ruo thought to himself: It is worthy of Bai Xiaosheng. He has never introduced it, but he actually knows it. After reading the invitation, Han Ruoli put it away and said, "I'm from Aojian Villa."

"Aojian Villa?" Lingmin obviously showed a puzzled expression, "However, our owner invited people from Aojian Villa, why..." Lingmin was embarrassed to ask, but her words had been said, so she couldn't take them back.

Han Ruoli said, "The owner of Bai Xiaosheng invited Meng Ranlan, the owner of Aojian Villa. The owner didn't think about bringing me here. I'm just a horse feeder at the entrance of Youzhou City Hall of Aojian Villa. I lost it half a year ago and got lost for half a year! When I heard that there was a martial arts conference here, I came in to find some friends.

"Feed the horse?" Sensi showed a more surprised expression, "Han, are you... just feeding the horse?"

"Yes!" Han Ruoli said disapprovingly, "I'm a horse feeder."

The squirrel stood on Han Ruoli's shoulder, with his head up and down. The parrot said, "I prove that... Xiao Hanzi is a horse feeder."

"Shut up--"

Parrot: "I know! You don't let me talk in front of beautiful women. I'm very unhappy.

Ling Min said, "No matter what Mr. Han's identity is, the invitation will not be withdrawn. Tomorrow morning, the martial arts conference will officially start, and Mr. Han will give him face and come to participate in this martial arts competition."

"Good!" Han Ruoli asked for it, "I will definitely go then."

After leaving sensitively, Han Ruoli was not in the mood to sleep. After breakfast, he went to the shore to wait for Tang Ziyan. There were really many people coming on this day, all of whom were famous or unknown "Jianghu heroes".

I saw a boat floating over from afar, and a flag was erected on it, with only two words "Tangmen" written on it. Han Ruoli was extremely excited. The people of Tangmen finally came and invited the gate faction to participate. There must be Tang Ziyan. Thinking of Tang Ziyan, who once took off her clothes and stood in front of him, Han Ruoli rose slightly from the corners of her mouth and met again after a long separation.

The boat docked little by little. Several strong men fixed the rope on the dock. The maids came forward to greet them. A group of people came out of the cabin. Han Ruoli's eyes were wide open for fear that they would miss something. Finally, those people went ashore, and Han Ruoli strode towards the period. When they arrived at the side of the boat, they saw Tang Ziyan walking down with a veil, and Tang Ziyan also saw Han Ruoli.

Han Ruoli's face smiled, "Ziyan, you're here. I've been waiting for you for a few days."

Across the veil, Tang Ziyan saw a sunny smile on Han Ruoli's face with infinite kindness, which made Tang Ziyan's mood fall to the extreme in an instant. Do you want Han Ruoli to see his current appearance?

Tang Ziyan lowered her head, ignored Han Ruoli and walked past her.

"Ziyan--" Han Ruoli grabbed Tang Ziyan's right hand, "I know it's you. Why do you ignore me?"

Tang Ziyan's body is trembling. She doesn't know why she cares so much about Han Ruoli's feelings. She doesn't want or dares to let Han Ruoli see her appearance. Who can understand the pain in her heart? Tang Ziyan tried to break free from Han Ruoli's hand, but Han Ruoli grabbed it tightly. He also felt Tang Ziyan's unhappiness...

"Please let go of our master." Zuo Hufa said to Han Ruoli, "The master doesn't want to see you."

"Why?" Han Ruoli's voice was very loud, and everyone around him secretly looked at this side, "Ziyan, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Ziyan finally spoke in a cold voice, "Let go of me."

Han Ruoli seemed to have been struck by lightning. She stood still and couldn't say a word. She let Tang Ziyan break free from her arm and passed by him. The disciples of Tangmen passed in front of Han Ruoli one by one. Many of Tangmen's disciples had seen Han Ruoli and knew that Han Ruoli was the one who helped them find the moles. Although they were very grateful, no one would violate the teacher's order and disrespect their master.

At this moment, Han Ruoli is very confused and has no clue at all. Why did Tang Ziyan do this to herself? Why does she wear a veil? Could it be...

Han Ruo rushed over with an arrow step, blocked in front of Tang Ziyan, pulled Tang Ziyan's shoulders with both hands, and was close to Tang Ziyan. Through her veil, he saw the scar left on Tang Ziyan's face, which turned out to be an "ugly" word, printed on Tang Ziyan's side face.

Tang Ziyan felt that Han Ruoli's hands were trembling and felt his excitement...

Han Ruoli tried his best to calm himself down and asked in a low voice, "What did 'that person' do?"

Tang Ziyan's tears fell. Which girl can tolerate others to engrave a word on her face? And it's an 'ugly' word, which is better to kill her. Tang Ziyan nodded gently.

Han Ruoli withdrew his right hand and pulled away his clothes. The scar pierced by the sword on his chest was still there. "He came to kill me, but I didn't die. I didn't hate him so much. Now I have changed my mind. No matter where I meet him, even if I don't have the ability to kill him, I will make him worse than death."

Tang Ziyan pounced into Han Ruoli's arms, briefly forgot her identity and status, and swallowed softly. Zuo Hufa whispered in Tang Ziyan's ear, "Master, they are all watching."

Tang Ziyan left Han Ruoli's arms and said, "Take this secret for me and don't let others know. I don't want the world to know that Tangmen's master's face was engraved.

Han Ruoli thought of the magic doctor Xue in Luohe Town, "It doesn't matter. I know a magic doctor who can help you heal the scar." Han Ruoli is not sure whether it can be done or not, just to comfort Tang Ziyan.

Tang Ziyan smiled sadly, "I visited many places, and no one can heal these scars. I'm desperate, and you don't have to comfort me." After saying that, Tang Ziyan followed several maids to the courtyard.

Han Ruoli has never hated anyone. At this moment, he really wants to find that person and kill him under his sword. Tang Ziyan left, and her back disappeared in the distance.

Yan Sanshao saw Han Ruoli in a daze here and lined Han Ruoli's shoulders from behind, "Drink a few drinks."

"Good!" Han Ruoli knew that it was Yan Sanshao, "If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't come back."

Yan San Shao looked up at the sky, "It's only noon..."

In the restaurant, Han Ruoli and Yan Sanshao were at a window seat on the third floor. The dishes had not yet come up. Han Ruoli had picked up a jar of wine and drank it all. Yan Sanshao felt that Han Ruoli's mood was a little wrong and asked, "Is there something happened?" Has your cup been stolen?

Han Ruoli smiled bitterly. He always regarded money as dung, so what if those cups were lost? If all the Kowloon Cups are lost and Tang Ziyan's face can be replaced, Han Ruoli will definitely discard them without hesitation.

"Drink!" Han Ruoli picked up the second jar and opened his mouth to drink.

The fan in Yan Sanshao's hand flew away the wine jar in Han Ruoli's hand. After a few circles in the air, it landed smoothly on Yan San's fan.

Yan Sanshao said, "Don't drink too much wine first. If you have anything to talk to your buddy, even if you can't help, I can help you share some of your worries."

"That person..." Han Ruoli asked, "Do you know who 'that person' is?"

Yan Sanshao turned his head and looked around. There was no one else here and asked, "Brother, have you drunk too much? There is no one else here."

"I'm talking about 'that person', not 'someone' here, do you understand?"

Yan Sanshao shook his head. Now he is more willing to believe that Han Ruoli has drunk too much and is talking nonsense.

"The 'person' that Mr. Han said is not 'that person', but the legendary 'person' who is cruel and murderous."

Han Ruoli turned his head and saw Bai Xiaosheng coming. Bai Xiaosheng asked, "Mr. Han, can I sit down?"

Han Ruo left the row of chairs, motioned Bai Xiaosheng to sit down and asked, "Do you know who I'm talking about?"

Bai Xiaosheng nodded slightly, "The man mentioned by Mr. Han stabbed Mr. Han on the official road to Chang'an in Youzhou City. Mr. Han died and was saved by the people of Juyi Hall. Juyitang was burned as a result. Only a woman named Tian Yue and a big man named Shanniu survived. Since that night, Han Gong The son also disappeared."

Han Ruoli had the fire in his impression, but he didn't know that Juyitang was also implicated by himself. If others said that Han Ruoli might not believe it, but what Bai Xiaosheng said made Han Ruoli have to believe that Bai Xiaosheng knew clearly where he was assassinated.

Han Ruoli asked, "What's the name of 'that person'?" Where is it?"

"His name is 'Night Warri', his whereabouts are strange, he has no friends, and his martial arts skills are extremely high. He has always been alone in the world, never cooperates with others, and does not talk to others. As for where he is, please forgive me. I told you that it is not good for you. I know that you hate him to the bone at this moment. You want revenge, but not for yourself. I respect you as a pure man. It's not too late to look for him when you have practiced martial arts.