Li Muchan and Song Shuhua were galloping on horseback, and their mounts were both magnificent, which showed the Song family's wealth. Ordinary people could not afford such a horse in their lifetime, just like the sports cars of later generations.

The two of them galloped ten miles away before slowly slowing down. Li Muchan said, "They won't give up and will probably come again."

"It's nothing, just come when you come!" Song Shuhua's face didn't change.

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, and Song Shuhua said calmly: "I have already sent a letter to my father, and he will send someone over again. Help will come soon."

"Can we make it in time?" Li Muchan asked.

Song Shuhua said: "They are in a nearby city. All they need to do is come over and meet them."

Li Muchan suddenly nodded. It seemed that the power of the Song family was by no means limited to one city. This gave him confidence.

While the two were talking, two horses galloped towards them from a distance. Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Shuhua: "Are they them?"

Song Shuhua smiled and nodded. Her face had always been tense, but now she smiled brightly.

The two riders were close in a blink of an eye, and they clasped their fists from a distance and said, "I've seen Sister Xiaonuo!"

Li Muchan looked at these two old men in gray shirts. They were about fifty years old. Their temples were bulging, as if they were hiding two pebbles. Their eyes were sparkling with energy and energy.

Although they are so energetic at such an age, these two people have obviously cultivated strange mental methods. Their vitality is stronger than that of the young people, and they look like two unsheathed long swords.

Song Shuhua clasped her fists: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Lu, thank you for your work."

The two clasped their fists and laughed. The thin old man shook his head and said with a smile: "Haha, sister Xiaonuo, there is no need to be polite. It is our blessing to be able to serve sister Xiaonuo!"

Song Shuhua pointed at Li Muchan: "This is Li Wuji, these are Mr. Zhou, and Mr. Lu. They are all elders with surnames outside the family, and their status is respected."

Li Muchan smiled, cupped his fists and saluted, neither humble nor arrogant, nothing unusual.

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The two old men did not dare to show off and returned the favor with clasped fists. Although they did not see Li Muchan's true identity, they looked at him and Song Shuhua, who looked much closer than ordinary people.

Although he is an elder with a foreign surname and is carefree, there are still juniors after all. The best thing is to have a good relationship, and the most stupid thing is to offend him.

Li Muchan knew about the so-called elders with the surname Wai, a master master, and after he had done enough meritorious service, after being promoted to the elder surnamed Wai, he was considered a real member of the Song family, and could take care of everything.

Just instruct the disciples to practice the exercises, and they will be most at ease.

Song Shuhua said: "Mr. Feng and the others are coming soon, right?"

Mr. Zhou smiled and said: "Old Feng and Old Zhao are waiting in the snow city in front for Sister Xiaowen to drive away."

"Okay, let's go." Song Shuhua nodded.

The people behind came over quickly. When Song Jing saw Mr. Zhou and Mr. Lu, his expression changed, and then he laughed and got close to them.

However, the two elders did not show any pretense and did not bother to talk to Song Jing at all. Song Jing, on the other hand, was not angry at all and just walked around them. He did not look like a second master at all, but more like a scoundrel.
Chapter completed!