"Eh? Isn't that the old man Yang, who is known as the Saint of Medicine? Why is he standing in front of the Yu family and shouting like that? Did something happen?"
Some people recognized Mr. Yang's identity and were puzzled as to why such a distinguished guest from one of the major family forces was doing such a strange thing at this time.
"Didn't they say a while ago that the old man of the Yu family was seriously ill? I heard that the head of the Yu family went to see Old Yang for medical treatment and just came back not long ago. How come Old Yang is here again? From what I heard, could it be that someone cured Old Master Yu's illness?"
"How is that possible? Elder Yang's medical skills are recognized. If he can't cure a disease, who else can?"
"Then what is he doing now? He admits that he is not as skilled as others and is convinced. And who is this Madam Ling he mentioned? I have never heard of her!"
"Yes! It's really strange. It sounds like Madam Ling cured Mr. Yu's illness. Is Mr. Yang convinced by her?"
In the restaurants and shops on both sides of the street, many monks and people from noble families who heard what Old Yang said began to discuss in low voices. However, no matter how much they talked, they didn't know what was going on in the Yu family, so they sent people to find out.
The owner of Baili Tower, who was standing not far from Elder Yang, saw this and couldn't help but bow and said, "Elder Yang, I admire you. I admire you."
This kind of courage is really not something that ordinary people can do, especially with his reputation, he actually said such words and did such things, which is even more admirable. With such a character, it is no wonder that he is admired by all.
At the same time, in the mansion, when Feng Jiu returned to the courtyard, she saw that Xuanyuan Mo Ze was no longer in the courtyard, so she went straight into the room. Seeing him sitting cross-legged in the ** practicing, she poured him a glass of water and drank it, smiling and squinting her eyes, she said, "Husband, I'm back."
"Is the problem resolved?" Xuanyuan Moze opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Well, it's not difficult to solve. I have already drawn out the evil in Mr. Yu's body." As she spoke, she heard three voices from outside. She was convinced and a few black lines crossed her forehead.
"I didn't realize this old man is quite stubborn. He actually went outside the mansion to shout? He really has the nerve to lose face!" She shook her head and chuckled, then came to his side: "Let's find some time tonight to ask Patriarch Yu about Lord Tongtian, and then we'll leave tomorrow!"
"Okay." Xuanyuan Moze curled his lips and smiled.
In the evening, when Yu Chengde saw that his father had woken up after taking the medicinal bath as Mrs. Ling had said, he couldn't help but cry for joy. After helping his father lie down, he hurried to their yard.
"Mr. Ling, Mrs. Ling, my father has woken up." He walked into the yard happily and said to the two people who were playing chess.
"You will be able to recover after you wake up and take good care of yourself for a while." Feng Jiu said, and gestured, "Sit down! I have something to ask you."
"Yes, yes." He sat down at the table and looked at the two of them. He felt a sense of tension and oppression sitting at the same table with them.
"Master Yu, we want to know something about Lord Tongtian. Could you please tell us about it?" Fengjiu spoke directly.
"Ah? This..."