Chapter 398 The Glory of Yun Mansion

How could a master fight, especially a warrior at the level of a martial saint, not perform a beast blood berserk at the end of the decisive battle.

Back then, it was at the last moment that Yunbahe's beast blood turned wild, and he defeated Tianquezi.

After learning that he couldn't turn into beast blood madness, Yun Bahe's tall back trembled slightly. Although he still had some disbelief, Yun Sheng's affirmative tone made him feel confused for a moment.

He recalled that recently, it should be said that he had not undergone beast blood madness since around eight years ago.

In addition to the rare opponents in Dazhou, and no one can stimulate him to berserk, another reason is that the berserk of beast blood is a state that damages the body.

Especially the higher the martial state, the warrior will not be able to use fighting energy for a certain period of time after becoming mad.

"Sheng'er, are you sure? Why can't the animal blood go berserk if it's so good?" Yun Canglang also had an anxious expression on his face.

He is a martial artist, and he understands very well that in the situation where the martial state is not much different, if Tian Quezi, who has become mad with beast blood, faces Yunbahe, who cannot become mad with beast blood, Yunbahe will undoubtedly lose.

"I'm sure, as for the cause of this phenomenon, I can't do anything for the time being," Yun Sheng was puzzled, she was sure that there was no sign of poisoning in Yun Bahe's body, and there was no internal injury, it was just the blood in his body, which was very strange.

For a while, she couldn't find any solution.

If the matter could be discovered earlier, she might be able to find a way to prescribe the right medicine, but after ten days, Yun Bahe will have a duel with Tian Quezi, and it is already too late.

"Sheng'er, you must have a solution. You can even heal your second uncle's hand, so why can't you..." Yun Canglang pleaded with Yun Sheng, he already believed Yun Sheng's words.

Yun Bahe, who usually liked to carry Yun Sheng on his back, was silent at this time, with a gloomy expression, and sat on the grand master's chair.

Uncle Yun couldn't help persuading him, "My lord, just be an old slave, I beg you, just try it once, or...

Yun Bahe smiled sadly, with a bit of fatigue in his voice: "Yun Song, you still don't understand, the Yun Mansion is already in trouble."

Yun Sheng was silent.

Yun Canglang's eyes dimmed, and Uncle Yun's old eyes couldn't help getting wet.

The few people in the room understood that this battle was not just about the face of Yunbahe alone, nor was it about the ownership of a quarter of the Zijin vein. The rest of my life.

The actions of the Great Zhou Emperor these days clearly showed that he intentionally dealt with the Yun Mansion, but because of the existence of the Yunba River, he did not do anything.

If Yunbahe couldn't even defend the glory of the Martial Saint, then what's the use of keeping the Yunfu.

"Little girl, let me ask you one more question, what will happen if I... insist on turning the beast's blood into a berserk?" Yun Bahe raised his eyes, only determination remained in his eyes.

"After going berserk once, I'm afraid that at least your fighting spirit will disappear, and at worst you will be physically disabled. If you are accidentally injured by the enemy, you will explode with blood and die," Yun Sheng said word by word.

There was no half-joke in Yun Sheng's words.

She means it.

She even wanted to be like Uncle Yun, to persuade Yun Bahe not to force him.

"The old man is tired, Yun Song, see off the guest," Yun Bahe closed his eyes wearily, raised his hand, and made a gesture of seeing off the guest.

Yun Bahe has made up his mind, he would rather die if the beast blood fails to mineralize, than run away and be the laughing stock of the entire Great Zhou Kingdom.

Uncle Yun had no choice but to retreat together with Yun Canglang and Yun Sheng.

"Uncle Yun, please bring me the old general's daily diet and the pills he takes." Even though Yun Bahe had made up his mind, Yun Sheng still doubted that Yun Bahe's body The situation is man-made.

If it is confirmed that this is man-made, then the whole matter may have a turning point.

Uncle Yun has always taken care of Yunbahe's diet, so soon, he brought over Yunbahe's diet and pills, and showed Yunsheng one by one.

After Yun Sheng checked them one by one, he didn't find any problems.

"That's all? Uncle Yun, think again, is there anything missing?" Yun Sheng reminded Uncle Yun.

"It's really gone. The old general is now in the imperial court. He is working as an idler, and he has no habit of socializing outside. If it is true, there are still omissions... By the way, the third lady cooks soup for the master every day," Uncle Yun In a flash of inspiration, I remembered this incident.

Except for the diet and daily life and the pills arranged by him, there is only Miss San's soup.

"Soup made by Yun Cangxue? What kind of soup are they?" Yun Sheng also noticed that after the incident happened in the Yun Manor, he didn't see Yun Cangxue.

It stands to reason that such a big event happened at the birthday banquet, and Yun Cangxue is the actual person in charge of Yunfu, so how could she ignore it.

"They are all ordinary chicken soup and ginseng soup. Every afternoon, the master will drink a bowl." Uncle Yun was also a little weird, why did Yun Sheng ask this suddenly.

"Uncle Yun, starting tomorrow, you secretly tell your servants to leave some of the old general's soup, and remember, all the leftover soup will be sent to the medical clinic," Yun Sheng ordered.

"Sheng'er, are you suspicious of the third sister? Impossible, how could the third sister harm my father?" Yun Canglang didn't believe it.

"I'm just skeptical, as long as I've seen the remnant soup," Yun Sheng took a copy of the elixir that Yun Bahe took back home.

As the night darkened, Yun Bahe sat in the room alone.

Since his wife died more than 20 years ago, he has not remarried and lives alone in the huge courtyard.

In the courtyard, the lanterns used at the birthday banquet were glowing red and swaying in the night wind.

Yun Bahe walked out of the courtyard alone.

He opened his hands and looked at his palms. These hands were much older than they were back then.

Yunbahe's figure flickered, and he had already swept out of the courtyard.

"Who is it!" The secret guards hiding in the courtyard of Yunfu heard the change.

"It's me, you don't need to follow, the old man goes out for a walk," Yun Bahe said, his voice had already merged with the night, and disappeared into the vast night.

The streets of Yujing are already empty.

Yunba River walked along the long street until it reached the outside of the Little Charity Hall.

He kept his composure, without disturbing anyone in the hospital, entered the courtyard of the hospital, and walked into a room that was concealed.

This is a narrow but neat room, with only some of the simplest furniture in it, and a person is lying on the bed.

Inside the ice-blue Yunmeng Bingmian magic circle, Yun Canghai was as silent as it had been for countless days and nights in the past.

He seemed to be sleeping quietly, quietly.

Yun Bahe walked around the head of the bed with ease, and sat on the side, looking at the son on the bed who once made him furious, and who was also the proudest son in his life.

One lay quietly, the other sat silently.

Before I knew it, it was the middle of the night.

No one knew that in the past few months, Yunbahe would touch the Little Charity Hall every other day, sitting there for three or four hours, from the middle of the night to the sky floating white.