The personal security of the beautiful president

For a monk, without cultivation, he is no different from a dead person.

Ding Zhe naturally understood this truth, so he hesitated.

He can't help the other party make decisions about this kind of thing.

So, he withdrew his hand and walked quickly to Li Xiaoyao.

"Guzhu Li, there is something I don't understand." Ding Zhe cupped his hands.

"Fellow Daoist, it's okay to say."

"Guzhu Li, that disciple's illness can be cured, but..."

Ding Zhe suddenly raised his eyes and saw the change in Li Xiaoyao's expression.

"But what?" Li Xiaoyao asked in a cold voice.

"However... even if it is cured, that disciple's cultivation will be abolished." Ding Zhe explained: "For a monk, without cultivation, he is almost the same as a dead person. I am afraid that he... will accept it." without this fact.”

"Oh?"

Li Xiaoyao only spit out this word.

But Ding Zhe saw that yin and yang face again, feeling sad but happy.

"Let Guzhu Li decide."

Li Xiaoyao bypassed Ding Zhe and came in front of these disciples.

Then suddenly turned back.

"Fellow Daoist, if you can spare their lives, I will tell you the rest."

"Alright."

With Li Xiaoyao's words, Ding Zhe has no worries.

He sat cross-legged in front of that Xiaoyao Valley disciple again.

It is extremely difficult to change the spiritual energy. If one is not careful, it may turn the other party into a dead person.

Mild cases can also become dementia.

Ding Zhe knows the soul search technique, which is not too easy for controlling aura.

So, he put his hands on the opponent's wrist, urged his cultivation base, and began to absorb the spiritual energy in the opponent's body.

The disciple had a pained look on his face.

However, there is no way to do this. Once the healing process starts, it cannot be stopped.

As the spiritual energy was drawn out by Ding Zhe, the disciple broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

Ding Zhe used his spiritual sense to calm his emotions.

"Don't panic, and don't worry, maybe you will practice again, or you won't be able to practice, but it's better than dying inexplicably like this."

He slightly slowed down the speed of absorbing the other party's spiritual energy, and that disciple felt better.

Ding Zhe was not used to the opponent's spiritual energy entering his body at first, but gradually, he discovered that these spiritual energy began to fuse with his own spiritual energy.

"It's strange. Originally, the auras of two monks would not fuse together. Could it be that the auras in his body are not auras?" Ding Zhe thought.

This incident aroused Ding Zhe's interest, and he began to examine these auras carefully.

But no matter how he tried, these auras would respond in a very gentle way.

Not only that, Ding Zhe didn't find any potential danger from these auras.

"Hehe, wouldn't it be cheaper for me in this way?" Ding Zhe secretly delighted.

These auras may not be seen much, but they are pure.

Very pure.

"why?"

"Why can I fuse these auras, but he can't?"

Ding Zhe couldn't figure out the reason for this.

In a short while, Ding Zhe sucked out all the spiritual energy in the opponent's body.

But that's not the end, he controlled the disciple's dantian, at least he absorbed some aura from the outside world into his body, and then he quit his control.

Then he sat cross-legged and made mudras with his hands.

Yaoshi Song hurriedly brought people around and carefully checked the disciple's physical condition.

"It's amazing! The aura in this disciple's body has become so pure!"

"Yeah, although there are almost none, but... this will help him practice in the future!"

"His complexion has also improved a lot, and his breath is even, as if he has fallen asleep!"

"..."

Everyone was amazed at Ding Zhe's ability, and at the same time secretly compared with him in their hearts, but there was only one result in the end - feel ashamed.

Ding Zhe didn't know what they were thinking, at the moment he was absorbing the aura he had just obtained.

At the same time, he found that his cultivation seems to break through the shackles and develop towards a higher level.

This is a good thing.

Great thing!

After a while, Ding Zhe opened his eyes and carefully examined the monk's pulse.

"Well, it should be fine, now just wait for him to wake up."

Turning to look at Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao's face was yin and yang, upside down and downside down.

Ding Zhe smiled and said: "Guzhu Li, fortunately, I did not disgrace my life, I will continue to try hard."

"Fellow Taoist Tianmingzi has worked hard."

Li Xiaoyao's voice was a bit mechanical, and it was impossible to hear it without listening carefully.

Ding Zhe pretended not to hear, and walked in front of another disciple.

Numerous red spots appeared on this disciple's body, which were clearly caused by the bites of some insects and ants.

Sitting cross-legged in front of him, Ding Zhe took his pulse.

"Sure enough, it is still the same. Although the symptoms are different, the root joints are the same." Ding Zhe said in his heart, "What is the truth under the surface? How are they different from the three hundred disciples before?"

He connected the two things together, and after comparing them, he found the clue.

He continued to draw spiritual energy for the disciple in front of him. Like the previous disciple, after solving the problem, he once again used the other party's spiritual energy for his own use.

In this way, the time it took to save the two disciples was not short, more than half a day passed in a flash.

With the experience of the first two treatments, the next action was much faster. By the time it got dark, he had already treated five Xiaoyao Valley disciples.

At this moment, the first disciple who fell into a coma also slowly woke up.

It's just that everyone asked about the result, but he didn't know anything about it.

Half an hour later, Ding Zhe woke up from meditation with a pale face, suddenly turned his head, and spurted out a mouthful of black blood.

"Fellow Daoist, what's the matter with you?" Yaoshi Song hurriedly stepped forward to ask, and took out a elixir from his waist, and put it directly into Ding Zhe's mouth.

Ding Zhe was secretly delighted, he didn't expect his performance to deceive others.

"Ahem...he's exhausted a lot, next...you need to rest."

"Quick! Quickly carry this fellow Taoist back to rest!"

Under Song Yaoshi's help, everyone carried Ding Zhe back to his residence.

It is also to diagnose the pulse and dredge the meridians.

Ding Zhe took eight of Song Yaoshi's pills alone.

He didn't feel better until an hour later.

"Thank you...thank you fellow daoists, ahem..."

Ding Zhe struggled to get up, but was held down by Yaoshi Song.

"Fellow Daoist, tell us, maybe we can help you."

Ding Zhe pretended not to be able to open his eyes, and said in a weak voice: "Those disciples were poisoned by others, not what Li Guzhu said, cough cough."

"Friend Daoist, what did you say?"

Song Yaoshi and others were all stunned, not understanding the meaning of Ding Zhe's words.

"Ahem... I... I..."

"Fellow daoist, don't talk for now, and have a good rest." Yaoshi Song frowned and said, "It's not too late for us to discuss when the daoists are more friendly."

Ding Zhe nodded slightly, then slowly closed his eyes.

After everyone had left, he stood up abruptly to make sure that there was no one else around the residence.

Immediately, he quietly sent out and disappeared into the night.