Su Han's carriage was getting off at the Bieyuan. Gu Muyun also arrived shortly after, and he walked over quickly.
He stopped Su Han first and looked at her worriedly: "Junior sister, they are all junior uncles, and their tone of voice may not be very good. Please be patient and don't argue with them."
Su Han raised his eyebrows: "I tried my best. Even though I have been sick for so long, I still know how to respect the elders. As long as they don't go too far, I will send him away properly."
Gu Muyun did not relax because of what she said, but instead became more nervous.
As soon as the two uncles arrived yesterday, they pointed at his nose and yelled at him, saying that he had not shouldered the responsibility of the sect. How could he let the elders of the sect be put in that place like this, and they also blamed him.
He has been in the capital for so long, but he has not rescued anyone.
Although he felt a little wronged, they were elders and he couldn't contradict them, but he was still a little angry.
If these two people spoke to Su Han in the same tone and attitude today, he couldn't guarantee that Su Han would not get angry.
Su Han, who walked into the Villa, saw the housekeeper running towards her and saluted her respectfully.
"Princess, there are already two distinguished guests waiting in the hall."
Su Han nodded lightly: "I understand, serve the best tea and cakes, don't neglect it."
"Old slave is ready." The housekeeper glanced at her with hesitation.
Su Han was looking in the direction of the front hall at this time and did not notice his expression.
But Yun Shi saw it, and she cleverly asked in a low voice: "Uncle Kuan, is there anything wrong?"
The housekeeper forced an awkward smile and grinned: "Well, it's quite a bit."
"What's wrong?" Su Han also looked over.
"These two distinguished guests don't seem very happy. They keep a straight face and airs, and they keep urging them, saying they want to see something." The butler grinned again.
Su Han's eyes flashed with a trace of ridicule, and the corner of his mouth also raised a hint of coldness.
Gu Muyun came forward and whispered: "Junior sister! They are elders after all, just send them away safely."
"Don't you already know something? They have already trained you?" Su Han saw him trying to persuade him, and it was obvious that he was holding his breath, but he was well-educated, but that didn't mean he wasn't angry.
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Gu Muyun shook his head helplessly: "You're right, I didn't fulfill my responsibility. If I could rescue my uncle from there earlier, maybe she wouldn't..."
"You'll die the same way!" Su Han said in a loud voice.
"Uh...junior sister, that's you..." Gu Muyun reminded her and at the same time, he carefully glanced in the direction of the front hall.
Su Han sneered disapprovingly and shook his head. He clasped his hands behind his back and slowly swayed forward: "Don't say that we are just doctors and can't bring the dead back to life. Even if we are really gods, she looked like that at that time and there was no way to save her.
, and she wanted to die and cut off all the meridians in her body. Let me ask, can all the miracle doctors in the world really save a patient who just wants to die?"
"Why not!" Sure enough, a vigorous and powerful voice came from the front hall: "If you are not good at studying, don't say you try your best. What you say is your best is just your best in skills. The world is huge and there are all kinds of wonders. You can do it.
If you can’t do it, it doesn’t mean that no one can do it.”
Gu Muyun walked quickly to Su Han's side worriedly, fearing that she would be angry and start a fight with the sixth uncle, who had the worst temper among the sect.
He explained hurriedly: "This sixth uncle was originally the best friend with your mother. They studied medicine together since they were young. Therefore, he has always been particularly concerned about your mother's affairs..."
"Really? But she has been missing for so long, why didn't anyone from the sect come to look for her? Now it's also because I asked you to inform the sect so that someone can take her back. Humph! We have a good relationship and care about her. Why didn't I?
Come out." Su Hanhan shook his head with a smile.
At this time, two men walked out of the front hall, one in blue and white cloth, the other in gray cloth, with dark hair and light beards. Both of them looked like they were in their late thirties. Their eyes were bright and lively, and they looked really cool.
It has the appearance of an immortal spirit.
It was just that the middle-aged man in blue and white cloth had his hands behind his back, his eyes were slightly cold, his head was slightly raised, and he looked at Su Han with a bit of arrogance and nostrils in the air, completely dissatisfied and provocative.
The man in gray cloth was much better, with soft eyes. When he saw Su Han, his eyes really lit up. He was a little excited, and he reached out and gently pulled the man in blue and white cloth.
The man in green and white cloth snorted coldly: "Why, I saw my uncle, and I don't know how to salute you. Who taught you your etiquette? It's not decent."
Gu Muyun immediately saluted: "My nephew, Gu Muyun, I have met the sixth and eighth uncles."
Su Han tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice to Gu Muyun, who was still pouting: "How many junior uncles are there in our sect?"
"Including your master, there are a total of thirteen disciples. Naturally, you have eleven uncles." Gu Muyun immediately explained to her, and gestured with his eyes, asking her to salute as well.
Su Han's eyes widened: "Ten...eleven, so many, that's wrong, shouldn't it be twelve? My master doesn't count."
"Of course it doesn't count. The other one is your mother, so it certainly doesn't count either." Gu Muyun was almost worried to death by her.
Why are her concerns different from those of ordinary people?
Or maybe she did it on purpose.
Su Han's stunned look made him confused again. He suddenly thought of her original appearance, and blaming himself again would be too harsh.
At this time, Su Han straightened his clothes, solemnly held his fists in his hands, and bowed deeply to the two people in front of him.
"Su Han has met two senior uncles. The sixth senior uncle is good, and the eighth senior uncle is good. It's our first meeting. Please bear with me."
Her courtesy can be said to be very respectful.
Uncle Wang Jingfu, the eighth master, immediately stretched out his hand and smiled at her: "Good boy, hurry up and forgive me."
But Ran Fenghua, the sixth master's uncle, still looked neither yin nor yang, and snorted coldly: "That's enough, you haven't learned the etiquette of the master at all, no one has taught you!"
Su Han closed his eyes, turned his head and nodded with a sneer: "Sixth Master Uncle is joking, do you think that someone who has been stupid for so many years, and whose mother suddenly disappeared, can stand here and recognize you now?
Uncle Master, who else do you want to teach me about etiquette? Isn’t your request too high for a fool? What are you doing here? You want to fight. Sorry, I don’t have the time to accompany you. I can’t walk slowly.
Give it to me! I won’t give it to you yet!”
After saying that, she rolled down her sleeves, turned around and walked back. At the same time, she said in a cold voice: "Uncle Kuan, see you off!"
"There is no such thing as tutoring!" Ran Fenghua said coldly, and at the same time, a strong wind had already hit her.
Just when the palm wind was about to hit Su Han, he flew backwards and let out a muffled groan.
But Su Han only felt that there was a blur in front of her eyes, and she had fallen into a familiar embrace.
Xiao Muting stared at the other side with a cold face. When he looked down at her again, his eyes were soft and there was a smile on his lips: "Is everything okay?"
She shook her head at him sweetly and smiled: "It's okay!"