Yang Wudi did not respond.
He looked at his grandson up and down, from his brow to his shoulders, from the hand holding the gun to his standing posture.
Zhou Qiubai is standing aside, but why is there some inexplicable nervousness in his heart?
After all, he is his brother's grandfather, so why do he feel that when he is scolded, he should be scolded too?
He has seen many scenes of grandparents getting along with each other.
Dugu Bo is doting on Dugu Yan, and Ning Fengzhi is pampering on Ning Rongrong.
And the pair in front of me...
But they are like two mountains that have been at odds for many years.
"Soul Power forty-three." Yang Wudi finally spoke again, "The progress is acceptable."
Yang Guyun responded calmly, "Yes."
"How's your marksmanship?"
"Slightly improved."
"Slightly?" Yang Wudi sneered, "Breaking Clan's Alchemy you didn't learn at all, but you have improved slightly in the past few years? Do you still have the nerve to say that?"
Yang Guyun remained silent.
Yang Wudi is waiting for an explanation.
Yang Guyun still didn't explain, just straightened his back.
Yang Wudi's brows furrowed even more.
Zhou Qiubai You can almost hear the tight sound of sparks in the air.
Then, Yang Wudi suddenly withdrew his gaze and turned to Zhou Qiubai.
The gaze changed. It was no longer a harsh look at the grandson, but a kind of...
A complex assessment.
"Are you Zhou Qiubai?"
Zhou Qiubai handed over his hand. "Junior Zhou Qiubai, I have met senior Yang."
Yang Wudi nodded, glanced up and down at him, and suddenly said, "The sword is not bad."
Zhou Qiubai was stunned for a moment.
"Every two months, someone from the clan will send back information about Guyun." Yang Wudi said in a calm tone, "By the way, the sword wielder next to him will also be mentioned."
Zhou Qiubai was surprised.
He originally thought that Yang Wudi was the kind of traditional family head who only cared about family affairs, but he didn't expect that he was not that indifferent to his grandson's movements.
It seems that he is also a sharp-tongued person.
No need to confirm now.
He is a grandson.
"This kid Guyun..." Yang Wudi said, "He has been disobedient to discipline since he was a child. He has caused you a lot of trouble, right?"
Zhou Qiubai shook his head. "Brother Yang has helped the juniors a lot."
"What can he help you with?" Yang Wudi said in a flat tone, "He's a completely different breed. He talks little and has a tough temper. He can't get rid of anything he's determined to do."
Yang Guyun remains silent.
But Zhou Qiubai said seriously, "Brother Yang helped the junior to block hidden arrows, get through dangerous situations, and also helped the junior when he was in the most difficult situation."
Yang Wudi remained silent.
Zhou Qiubai continued, "Brother Yang does talk less, but people who talk less often tell the truth. He helps the juniors and never asks for anything in return; he never practices guns to prove to anyone."
His voice was calm. "Senior, there are not many people in this world who can live by their own heart, and Brother Yang is one of them."
Yang Wudi did not answer immediately.
He looked at Zhou Qiubai, then at Yang Guyun, and was silent for a long time.
Then he turned his eyes and snorted from his nose, "He is a good talker."
The tone was still cold, but Zhou Qiubai noticed that Yang Wudi's hand behind his back loosened slightly.
Yang Guyun Although he remained silent, his fingertips hanging by his side moved slightly.
Zhou Qiubai didn't break all this.
He said seriously, "Senior has come a long way, why not have some refreshments and take a rest first. Senior Dugu over there..."
"There's no rush." Yang Wudi interrupted him, "See the patient first."
He patted the medicine box on his waist. "The letter is vague. I want to see with my own eyes what the situation is."
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun looked at each other, and in tacit agreement, they said nothing more and took him out.
I have to say, Yang Wudi is a pretty good guy.
Dugu Manor.
Dugu Bo was waiting for Study early.
After the concierge's announcement, Yang Wudi strode into Study.
The two people's eyes met, and there seemed to be tension in the air.
Dugu Bo handed over his hand. "Brother Yang, long time no see."
Yang Wudi cupped his fists. "Your Majesty."
"What do you want me to do, Your Majesty?" Dugu Bo waved his hand, with a somewhat relaxed look on his face, "Today I am asking for something from you, so there is no need to be so polite. I am older than you, so you can call me brother."
Yang Wudi didn't comment, just said, "Check the pulse first."
Dugu Bo stretched out his right hand and lifted up his cuff.
The dark green thin line was clearly visible in front of my eyes. It had spread upward an inch more than a month ago and was already approaching the shoulder socket.
Yang Wudi's eyes instantly condensed and became extremely focused.
He did not rush to diagnose the pulse, but leaned closer and studied the line carefully.
He gently put his fingers on Dugu Bo's wrist, closed his eyes, and felt it quietly.
Dugu Yan held the handkerchief tightly, Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun stood aside.
After a moment, Yang Wudi opened his eyes, retracted his hand, and spoke in a low voice, "The poison penetrated into the bone marrow and corroded the origin. If Titled Douluo's cultivation had not been forcibly suppressed, you would have died three years ago."
Dugu Yan's body couldn't help but swayed, and he urgently held the edge of the table.
However, Dugu Bo smiled easily, with a calm expression on his face. "Brother Yang really has a good eye. My Old Bone can last until today, which is considered a profit."
"Earn?" Yang Wudi said coldly, "The poison has invaded Jianjing, and three inches further up is the heart vessel. By then, even if the gods come in person, I'm afraid they won't be able to save you."
"Then Brother Yang is willing to save me?" Dugu Bo asked directly.
Yang Wudi did not answer immediately. He turned to look at Yang Guyun, who lowered his eyes and remained silent.
Yang Wudi withdrew his gaze, took out a jade bottle from the medicine box, poured out a vermilion pill, and handed it to Dugu Bo.
"Put it under your tongue."
Dugu Bo did as he was told, after all, he knew what Yang Wudi was like.
If he really wanted to poison him, he wouldn't have spent so many words with him.
And if this medicine is really poisonous, can it be poisonous in other ways?
"This is Heart Protection Pill that I refined." Yang Wudi explained, "It can temporarily suppress the spread of poison, but it treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Your poison has been entangled with the origin of life. Forcibly removing the poison is equivalent to destroying your cultivation."
It would be too ridiculous to let a Titled Douluo destroy his cultivation.
Furthermore, asking people like Dugu Bo to detoxify is tantamount to asking them to die.
He paused, "If my guess is correct, your poison is the backlash of Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul."
Dugu Bo nodded. "Exactly."
"There is no cure for Martial Soul's backlash." Yang Wudi said bluntly, "But if you use strong medicine, it may be able to extend your life by three to five years."
Dugu Yan raised his head suddenly. "Three to five years?"
"It's enough for you to break through Soul Emperor." Yang Wudi looked at her and said calmly, "I can't save Titled Douluo, but I'm still sure of saving one Soul Emperor."
Dugu Yan opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Three to five years...
This was great news for her, but for her grandfather, it was still a suspended death sentence.
Dugu Bo laughed, with a bit of relaxation in his smile.
"Three to five years is enough," he said, "Enough to see Yanyan get married, enough to see her break through Soul Emperor, enough for me to make proper arrangements for my posthumous affairs."
He turned to look at Yang Wudi: "Brother Yang, I am very grateful that you can help me."