It is not surprising that Han Jian was recognized at a glance by someone's martial arts skills. After all, the swordsmanship of Shangqing Palace is not a secret in the world. Originally, Shangqing Palace had a high status in the northern martial arts world, so it would not be easy to let this woman tell who he was.

"Where does the girl come from?" Han Jian asked.

"Can't the righteous man see it?" the woman looked at Han Jian and asked.

Han Jian said: "Watch the girl's martial arts skills, it seems to be the martial arts of the Huazong, but it is not the same."

The woman sneered slightly, "Some things are not mentioned well. Thank you for your kind help today, and you will definitely repay you if you have the chance in the future!"

After saying that, I was about to form, but I fell to the ground.

Han Jian naturally thought that the woman fell so easily, but after waiting for a while, the woman still couldn't afford it, which means that she fell to the ground because of her serious injury.

Han Jian stepped forward and wanted to help her up. He turned her over, but found that there was something bulging in her arms. Han Jian took out a brocade box-like object from it, and wanted to open it, but he felt it was inappropriate. Perhaps he felt that these people in the martial arts world were fighting for this thing.

Han Jian wanted to leave just like that, but he thought that if he continued like this, he might be intercepted by those in the martial arts world, which would be unfavorable to him. Instead, he might as well wait here first. He felt that chasing Yang Ronger might not be able to catch up, so he could only take a look at the back for a while. After all, he was still on the ground of Jiangdu, and he was still dispatched by the prefecture along the way. Once he left his own territory, he could only leave it to fate.

Han Jian did not walk away, and stuffed the brocade box back into the woman's arms. At night, the woman woke up slowly.

The first thing the woman did when she woke up was to touch her arms. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure the brocade box was still there.

Soon she noticed Han Jian's existence.

"Rightist, why are you still here?" The woman suddenly became nervous again. She knew that in her current state, she could not compete with a master from the Shangqing Palace. Although the Shangqing Palace she knew was considered a famous sect, not all of these famous sects were gentlemen.

"The girl didn't explain, how could she leave easily?" Han Jian smiled. At this time, he had already led the horse over and said. "But there are some things that the girl doesn't want to say, and I don't need to explain in detail. I'm here, but I just don't want to let the evil people take advantage of it. Don't worry, I have no malice."

Han Jian's words were honest, which made the woman not doubt it.

"Thank you for your help, senior." The woman thanked again.

"No need to say more. Can the girl get up by herself?" Han Jian asked.

The woman stood up barely. She wanted to walk around, but she had some difficulties. Han Jian didn't go up to help her, until the woman walked out of the grass. Han Jian followed her with her pony. The woman walked up the hill and said, "Senior, I just killed a few people next to the official road. If any official came, I would definitely notice it. I would also ask the senior to help bury the body."

Han Jian shook his head slightly and said, "I have something to do here, and I don't have time to help."

The woman was surprised. This person was not following her, so how could he say something was wrong? Is his business just to follow him to see what he was doing?

The woman originally wanted to sneak away while Han Jian was burying the body, so that she could not know anything, but Han Jian didn't have time to deal with so many corpses, and he had to bury it if he didn't kill him. He didn't want to do such a loss-making business.

The woman did not force herself and continued to walk behind the hill. After leaving behind the hill, Han Jian could see a horse. Only then did Han Jian realize that the woman was also riding a horse, and she should have temporarily hidden the horse behind the mountain when she encountered siege and intercepted her.

Han Jian stepped forward, but the woman held the horse and didn't get on the horse because she felt that she could not ride the horse.

In this way, the woman walked in front and Han Jian walked behind, and both of them were walking with horses. Both of them were covered with faces, and they didn't know each other's face and identity, but they just knew each other's origins. They were so unclear and walked far away. Until they were a distance from the official road, they would no longer be followed by the official mission. The woman had to find a place to rest. At this time, according to the time calculation method in the city, it should have been up to date.

"Please sit down!"

Han Jian sat on a bluestone and said.

"No, senior, just rest on your own." The woman said, suddenly looking at a small hill not far away, about five miles north of Guanlu, not far from them. There was nothing on the hill, but there was a vague firelight, which was an unusual signal. In such a wilderness, there was a firelight that meant that there was someone, and it was naturally difficult to ignite the fire.

"Girl, I have something to ask, but you bought tea in the town ahead and said tea was not good?" Han Jian asked.

"How do you know for the senior?" The woman was a little surprised at first, and then said relievedly, "It must be the waiter who is gossiping. He doesn't look like a good person, he must have done a lot of murder and robbery."

Han Jian said: "I didn't expect the girl to be so alert to the wild shop."

The woman said: "When you go out to walk around you, you must be careful and cautious about the people around you. Didn't your seniors notice that there is something abnormal about those people?"

Han Jianxin said that he was not going to spend the night in that town, and as for whether it was a black store and he had no relationship with him. Ordinary black stores also rely on legitimate management to support the business on weekdays. Only when they encounter some opportunities will they take action, and then they can be called black stores. In this day and age, the so-called white stores do not exist, and ordinary mountain shops do more or less transactions on the black market.

"The girl suspects that there is someone who is not good for you, just go up and see it, don't be so confused." Han Jian said when he saw the woman looking at the fire on the hills in the distance.

"Sir, please help me," the woman said, "With the little woman's current injury, she cannot compete with ordinary masters."

"Yes." Han Jian nodded, meaning that I would not stand by if you are in danger.

So the woman led the horse and continued to walk in front, while Han Jian also led his horse and followed behind.

Before the two arrived at the hill, they saw a small house on the hill, and the fire was emitted from the hut. There seemed to be something squirming beside the hut. When they came forward to see clearly, they realized that it was also a horse.

When approaching the hut, the woman drew her sword, looking nervous, as if she was about to break into it and catch the enemy off guard. Han Jian felt something was different. How could anyone lead a horse to sleep in such a hut far away from the official road?

"Girl, wait!" Han Jian reached out to organize the woman's actions and said, "It may be the next friend inside."

Han Jian thought it might be Yang Ronger. He chased him all the way and never saw Yang Ronger. He himself was not lost, so it might be Yang Ronger. Originally, Yang Ronger was walking in anger, but it was a little emotionally out of control. When she came out like this, she easily didn't walk on the official road and took some remote paths. Yang Ronger naturally thought that as long as she walked in one direction, she could return to the land of Yuzhou, but the land of Jiangdu was different from the territory of the Nanwang Mansion. Many wildernesses were not developed, especially in this area between the two vassal areas.

Han Jian came forward in person and threw stones into the room, and there was no movement inside.

Han Jian knew that there must be someone inside and was also on guard against the outside.

Han Jian looked before he came to the horse and found that it was indeed a war horse from the Southern Prince's Mansion, and the bags on the saddle were all the ones he had seen Yang Rong'er take.

However, this does not prove that Yang Ronger is inside. It may be that Yang Ronger encountered a bandit on the way, killed her, and then took her wealth for herself.

"Miss Yang, but you?" Han Jian asked.

At this time, Yang Ronger's figure popped out from the window without a window. When she saw it was Han Jian, she showed a slightly surprised expression on her face, but it soon became dimmed again. She also knew that this wall between her and Han Jian was not about how she wanted.

"It's you?" Yang Ronger said, although she didn't see Han Jian's face.

Han Jian took off the face towel from his face and said, "Miss Yang is so anxious to go back. I want to come out and catch up with you. I didn't expect that after a day, I would catch up."

The woman on the side looked at the young man and woman in front of her, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart. The man who saved her originally thought she was an old master in Shangqing Palace, but she didn't expect that she was still so young. She had never heard of when such a young talent appeared in Shangqing Palace.

"You know each other?" the woman asked with a frown.

"Yes." Han Jian naturally didn't want to reveal his identity in front of this strange woman, so he said, "This is a friend who is here."

The woman nodded slightly and said, "No wonder you would ask the people in the town about the woman. You should be looking for this girl, right?"

When Yang Ronger heard the woman's words, she glanced at Han Jian and knew that Han Jian had been asking for help. After all, she was still a little warm in her heart. She was indeed out in anger. When she learned that Han Jian was going to marry Gu Xiner, she felt disappointed and could not speak. She just wanted to return to Yuzhou earlier and devote herself to work with her relatives, and would not think about it again. She walked out aimlessly for a day, and when she calmed down, she found that she had lost her way. Although she could still be found by Han Jian, she felt that it might be some arrangements in the dark.

"Please come inside and talk." Yang Ronger said.

Han Jian nodded, tied the horse first, and then entered the hut. The hut was obviously abandoned for a long time, and the layout inside was somewhat similar to the hut he and Yang Ronger took shelter from the rain outside Luoyang.

Seeing that there was almost nothing inside, there was a small tung oil jar. When Han Jian saw that the fire was burning very strongly, he knew that Yang Xun'er found the tung oil left by the hunter to make a fire according to the method he said at the time.

But there was nothing barbecued on the fire. There was some dry food in the small bag on the ground, which was probably what Yang Ronger used to prepare for food on the road. The dry food was obviously very hard, so they should have prepared on the way south. This time, Yang Ronger left in a hurry, so naturally she didn't prepare any new dry food.
Chapter completed!