"What is he doing?" the man asked.

"Spiritual healing." Murong Yuhan said while staring at the screen in front of him.

The screen clearly showed every corner of the room, showing Zhao Xiaotian's nervous but proud smile from different angles.

"Why do I feel that this is something that is not good for Tongtong? Do you want to watch this kid take advantage of Tongtong?" the man said angrily.

"If Zhao Xiaozhen is really as dirty as you think, there is no point in choosing him, right?" Murong Yuhan showed no intention of stopping him.

The man looked at that ugly face and didn't know what kind of answer he wanted.

He wanted to break into the room and stop Zhao Xiaotian. Jiang Tongtong was not only a chess piece, but also their greatest hope.

He also wanted Zhao Xiaotian to do something outrageous, so that Zhao Xiaotian would not be able to join the club. A person of no use value had no right to compete with him.

But the same hesitation was also thinking in Zhao Xiaotian's mind.

He originally wanted to do something while Jiang Tongtong was unconscious, but he also wanted to see Murong Yuhan, the legendary top ten most popular girls.

Zhao Xiaotian stood by the bed and looked at the jade body in front of him. Although it only had the back, it undoubtedly did not exude an alluring aura.

"I will never regret taking off my clothes and belt, and I will make people haggard because of Yi." Zhao Xiaotian sighed and recited another poem.

Of course he was talking about Murong Yuhan.

Sitting on the bed, Zhao Xiaotian used the same "moxibustion" technique to stroke Jiang Tongtong's back and head.

This is a therapy he invented, which combines "moxibustion" and "spiritual therapy", and uses the patient's subconscious mind and his own Qigong "moxibustion" method to jointly achieve the therapeutic effect.

After a few minutes, Zhao Xiaotian put away his hands, picked up Jiang Tongtong's clothes and covered himself, and walked towards the door on the other side of the room.

"He actually..." the man murmured, not knowing what choice he wanted to make.

He didn't even touch Jiang Tongtong?

He actually cured Jiang Tongtong?

This was a very tangled question in his mind.

Murong Yuhan looked at the screen, smiled, and said: "It seems that he is not as bad as a beast."

"Humph, you just have a lustful heart but not a lusty gut." The man sneered.

Zhao Xiaotian touched the door handle and said to himself: "You have passed the test!"

Murong Yuhan was startled. Did he know that he was being watched? Or was he saying this to the unconscious Jiang Tongtong?

At the same time that Zhao Xiaotian opened the door, Murong Yuhan pressed a key, and the picture on the screen switched to another room.

This room is different from the one just now. It is surrounded by bookshelves. There are countless books on the bookshelves, and basically all of them are thread-bound books.

There was a rocking chair under the bed, and a man was lying on the rocking chair, holding a book in his hand and staring intently.

Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he meditates, and he is indescribably focused.

Zhao Xiaotian thought for a while, and logically speaking, there should be a beautiful woman in this room, and she should be seventh among the top ten most popular girls.

But that was not the case. There was a man in the room, a man in his mid-twenties.

This room is a contrast. The obvious contrast is that the man is not handsome, and can be said to be very ugly. His hair is unkempt, and the expression on his face when he is reading, he must have been reading for a long time without sleeping or eating.

His hair was messily coiled on his head, and the hands holding the thread-bound book were very dirty, but the man didn't seem to care. After reading one page, he licked his thumb vigorously and turned to the next page.

The room was very quiet. If someone pushed the door open, they would definitely hear it. Apart from the man's breathing, the only sound left was the "creak" of the rocking chair.

Zhao Xiaotian clasped his fists and said: "Zhao Xiaotian, the secret of medicine."

The man didn't say anything, just looked at the book and giggled.

Zhao Xiaotian shook his head, thinking that there were some weirdos in this mysterious society, and he had to repeat himself several times every time.

Walking up to the man, Zhao Xiaotian covered the man's book with his left hand with a broken finger, and said again: "Zhao Xiaotian, the secret of healing."

The man raised his head, smiled, showed his white teeth, and said, "Please sit down."

There is a small coffee table next to it, and there is a thick stack of books on the coffee table.

Zhao Xiaotian sat on the chair next to the coffee table and asked, "What is the test this time?"

The man smiled and said, "I can't talk about the test. I just want to discuss a question with you."

"What's the problem? Tell me quickly. It will be dark soon." Zhao Xiaotian said impatiently.

"Is the human body divided into two parts?" the man asked.

Is it necessary to ask such an in-depth question for the first question? Zhao Xiaotian thought to himself that this question may be simple if it is simple, but it can be said to be quite complex if it is complex.

"It can be divided or not, it depends on the situation." Zhao Xiaotian said.

I looked carefully at the book in the man's hand, and it turned out to be a copy of the "Tao Te Ching". Then I looked at the books on the table. They were basically Buddhist scriptures, including the "Heart Sutra" and the "Lotus Sutra".

There are actually some Islamic scriptures.

Looking along the bookshelf behind the man, there are also some books from unknown sects.

It seems that this man is very interested in religious things! Zhao Xiaotian thought, but why are he asking medical questions? Does he really understand?

The man put the book in his hand on his lap and asked, "How to divide it?"

"The internal organs in the human body have yin and yang. The human body can also be divided into cold and heat according to different people's constitutions. Yin and yang are two things." Zhao Xiaotian answered calmly.

The man nodded in agreement and asked, "Am I sick?"

"Ten people have nine diseases, and you are the one left. It's just that your body is relatively weak and your resistance is a little low." Zhao Xiaotian said.

The man neither approved nor objected, and then asked: "Do people have the Three Treasures?"

Zhao Xiaotian was stunned and replied: "People have three treasures: essence, energy, and spirit."

"Are there four images in the body?" the man asked again.

"have."

Zhao Xiaotian was a little irritated by the questions. These questions were obviously not questions. They were all introductory questions about medical skills, but anyone who was familiar with medical skills would definitely know these.

Zhao Xiaotian didn't wait for the man to ask questions, and then said: "Do you want to ask about Liangyi, Three Treasures, Four Symbols, Five Elements, **, Seven Stars, Bagua, Nine Palaces, Ten Heavenly Stems, and Twelve Earthly Branches? If so, I think you can.

Don’t worry, these are too simple.”

The man nodded and said, "Indeed, as a medical practitioner, you must know these things very well, but I would like to ask another ridiculous question. Is there any limit to the human body?"

This question really stumped Zhao Xiaotian. Wuji's theory is too big. Just like a hundred people have a hundred personalities, Wuji's theory also differs with people's different consciousnesses.

"Human is Wuji, Wuji is invisible, Taiji is intentional, all Wuji produces Taichi, and Taichi produces Liangyi." Zhao Xiaotian could only give an answer based on his own thoughts.

There is no standard answer to this question. You can only depend on whether the other party agrees with your point of view.

The man shook his head and said: "Although I am not a doctor, I think what you said is wrong. Wuji is Tao, and Taoism is all dharma, so humans cannot be Taoism."

At this time, Zhao Xiaotian could not care whether his statement was right or not, he could only forcefully argue with the other party to make him believe his theory. Only in this way could he have the right to enter the next room.

"Destroying your Tao means destroying your people. Do you want to give it a try?" Zhao Xiaotian asked.

The man still kept smiling, and his slightly crooked nose looked even uglier under the smile.

"It's useless for you to threaten me. These questions are just questions that came to my mind when I was reading a book recently, so I want to confirm with you. I'm not trying to push you through any obstacles."

Zhao Xiaotian was slightly startled. If the question just now had nothing to do with breaking through the barrier, then the dirty and ugly man in front of him was just playing tricks on himself.

Trying not to get angry, Zhao Xiaotian said: "Then can we get back to business?"

The man said: "Actually, I have asked you this question a long time ago, but you didn't see it."

"What's the problem?" Zhao Xiaotian blurted out.

"I asked you if I was sick, and you said I wasn't and that my resistance was just a little weak. But you were wrong. I was sick." After the man finished speaking, he picked up the Tao Te Ching and started reading it again.

Zhao Xiaotian stared at the man's face, feeling that he could not be wrong.

Zhao Xiaotian grabbed the man's hand and began to take his pulse. The man saw Zhao Xiaotian's movements and did not stop him, but still smiled slightly.

"You are definitely not sick!" Zhao Xiaotian said confidently.

"I'm sick..." the man said, putting away his smile.

"Do you want me to treat you at this level, or do you want me to tell whether you are sick or not?" Zhao Xiaotian asked.

The man nodded appreciatively and said, "I want you to treat me."

"Mother Xipi, why are you talking in circles? Just tell me what's wrong with you and it will be cured!" Zhao Xiaotian said, throwing away the man's hand.

"I'm ugly, that's my disease!" the man said.

Zhao Xiaotian felt that he had heard a big joke. Is being ugly a disease? Then beauty should also be a disease!

"Beauty or ugliness is something you are born with. It is given by your parents and cannot be considered a disease!" Zhao Xiaotian said.

"You can go..." the man said.

Failed?

Zhao Xiaotian was shocked!

"I just said he couldn't have any talent. He happened to be Zhao Yi's grandson. He was taken in by Murong Er and he just learned a little bit." A man in another room said to Murong Yuhan.

There was no expression on Murong Yuhan's face, and he kept thinking in his heart, could it be that he really just lived up to his fame?

"Impossible, he is Zhao Mi's son and a genius with the 'genu of will'. How could he not see it?" Murong Yuhan murmured to himself.

Zhao Xiaotian stared at the appearance of the man in front of him for a long time. If he was wrong, he would have to look at the matter from another aspect.

If ugliness is given to you by your parents, it is not considered a disease.

But what if it’s not natural?

This is a disease!

After thinking about it, Zhao Xiaotian said: "I understand, you are indeed sick, and most people can't cure it!"

The "Tao Te Ching" in the man's hand loosened a little and asked: "Can you cure it?"

"I can't do it for the time being, but I can promise you that I will cure your disease in four years." Zhao Xiaotian said firmly.

"Why wait four years?" the man asked.

"Because the time has not come, I lack a method and you lack confidence, and I believe that in four years I will have this method and you will have this confidence." Zhao Xiaotian said.

"But you still can't pass...because you didn't tell me the specific symptoms of my illness." The man was a little excited.

"This is a foul! This is a reminder!" A man in another room shouted at Murong Yuhan!

"Reminder needs to be given to those who are capable, right?" Murong Yuhan said.

Zhao Xiaotian looked at the man in front of him again and said: "Your face was not like this originally. If I guessed correctly, this is a divine punishment!"

"You can pass..." The man picked up the "Tao Te Ching" in his hand and started reading again.

Zhao Xiaotian stood up and walked to a door behind the man. Just as he was about to open the door, the man asked again: "You just said that it can be cured. Are you really saying that it can be cured? Or are you forcing me to give you a hint?"

"It can really be cured." Zhao Xiaotian turned around and said, "And no need to remind me, I have roughly guessed your identity. I wonder if my guess is correct?"

The man nodded and said, "Yes, Xiang Zi Jue."

Zhao Xiaotian smiled slightly, turned around, opened the door and left.
Chapter completed!