There was a roar of wind outside the inn, and the grass and trees were all deserted. When I brought the injured witch who fell into the lake back to the inn in the morning, I didn't realize that the heavy fog had dissipated, and officials handling the case could be seen everywhere on the street, running back and forth, asking questions.
Each and every one of them carried swords and knives as if they were facing a formidable enemy, even looking through the nooks and crannies where people could hide.
Who is the enemy of this witch and why is there such a big movement?
After Zhu Pingan returned to the inn, he had already changed into a clean robe. He was obviously dressed like a scholar, and these official servants were looking for women, so Zhu Pingan walked through the streets without attracting any attention.
"Brother, what happened?" Zhu Pingan bought some preserved fruits and casually asked the store.
"You don't know yet. Let me tell you, you are asking the right person when you ask me. Last night I went to buy goods and passed by Tongzhifu. I heard the flash of swords and the shadow of blood and flesh flying everywhere, and there were several screams from time to time. It was really shocking. Ah..." The shop owner seems to be a talker. He talks with great joy, his expressions are rich, and the details are detailed. He even explains in detail the moves of the people inside.
Zhu Ping'an listened for a long time before he understood that an assassin had entered Lu Tongzhi's house last night. He heard that the assassin was a woman. She was highly skilled in kung fu, ruthless and ruthless. She also loved to laugh. The more blood she shed, the harder she would laugh. If it weren't for Liu Qian Hu happened to be a guest in Master Lu Tongzhi's house, and Master Lu Tongzhi might have been poisoned. However, even so, Lu Tongzhi was stabbed in the arm and was bleeding profusely. Even several of the guards accompanying Liu Qianhu were seriously injured. In the end, the assassin was allowed to run away, but the assassin was also injured by Liu Qianhu...
The assassin is 200% sure to be the witch, but I don't know what grudge he has against Lu Tongzhi.
No matter what, I'd better deal with it first and then talk about it.
Zhu Pingan read the piece of paper on which the demon girl wrote the medicinal materials twice, then tore it into pieces and threw it into the sewer.
Maybe it’s because I was born in two lifetimes and had a stronger mental power. In this lifetime, my memory is surprisingly good. Although I can’t forget everything, I can still remember it for a day or two after reading two or three articles. If I go back and read a few more, If you read it over and over again, you can remember it firmly.
Silently memorizing the Chinese herbal medicines written by the witch, he searched for two medicinal materials that he knew that were not specialized in treating sword wounds. Zhu Pingan walked into a medicine shop. After a long time, he walked out of the medicine shop with two small bags of medicinal materials in his hands. strange.
This damn witch is trying to drink the northwest wind!
I just went to the drug store to buy medicine, and I took the opportunity to look at the price list. Except for some of the medicinal materials written by the enchantress, which were relatively cheap, many other medicinal materials were ridiculously expensive.
He didn't know much about the art of Qihuang. Seeing that the demon girl seemed to be seriously injured, Zhu Ping'an gritted his teeth and decided to buy it all. No matter how evil the demon girl was, she was still alive, but he was still too soft-hearted.
Passing by a steamed bun shop, Zhu Pingan bought a cage of more than ten meat buns and asked the store owner to wrap them in lotus leaves. Zhu Ping'an walked casually on the street with the meat buns wrapped in lotus leaves. After a while, his eyes lit up and he slowly walked to a small alley.
After a while, several little beggars in ragged clothes walked away from the alley with happy faces. After another half an hour, several beggars returned to the alley with medicinal materials wrapped in paper.
Then Zhu Pingan walked out of the alley with his bulging schoolbag slung across his body.
Seven or eight little beggars sat together in the alley, devouring delicious big meat buns, with dozens of copper coins neatly placed at their feet...
Back at the inn, Zhu Ping'an closed the door and entered the inner room. He dumped all the medicinal materials in his schoolbag on the table. He glanced at the girl leaning against the bed lazily trimming her nails with a dagger and asked. road:
"Did you plan this?"
The girl stopped trimming her nails, looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile and asked, "Why are you so angry, little benefactor, what did I plan? Don't make false accusations."
"Do you know how much these medicinal materials cost?" Zhu Pingan asked lightly.
"How do I know? I didn't buy it." The girl blew her fingers and replied with a smile.
"It's a total of two hundred and twenty taels of silver and six hundred and fifty-seven cents, and the only difference is my ten taels. You must have done it on purpose. You are really vindictive." Zhu Pingan sat on the chair and looked at the enchantress on the bed. He curled his lips.
"What a coincidence, tsk tsk, if I did it on purpose, I would definitely include your twelve taels in it." The girl on the bed looked at Zhu Pingan with a smile and said with an innocent look.
"That money is ill-gotten wealth after all, so it's okay to spend it. But do you need all these medicinal materials?" Zhu Pingan stared into the eyes of the enchantress on the bed and asked lightly.
"Yes." The girl on the bed smiled and nodded.
"Panax notoginseng, safflower, plowwort, begonia, groundwort, and snowwort, these are the best choices for treating trauma."
"Musk, borneol, cinnabar, cinnabar and catechu are good at promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."
"The bone-setting water can be made from the wood scented wood, Curcuma zedoary, Jiulongchuan, sea breeze vine, pig tooth soap, and fragrant bark. It is very effective in treating fractures, dislocations, and bruises."
The girl on the bed clasped her fingers and knew all the medicinal herbs. She told the curative effects of the medicinal herbs one by one to prove that she was not messing around.
Zhu Pingan listened to the girl and calmly pointed to a pack of herbs and asked, "What about this wild ginseng?"
The girl blinked her eyes and said delicately and pitifully, "I also suffered internal injuries."
"What about this jade butterfly?"
"Beauty and beauty care, look, my face is also scratched."
Zhu Pingan stared at the girl for a few seconds after hearing this, and finally found a scar the size of a grain of rice on the side of the girl's nose.
Nima
"What's the explanation for this donkey-hide gelatin?"
"I lost too much blood and need to replenish my blood." The girl pointed to the bandage wrapped around her body, looking weak and pitiful.
"What about the aloe vera, angelica root, and pearl powder?" Zhu Pingan asked, pointing to the last few packets of herbs.
"When we walk in the world, we are inevitably beaten and killed. If the intensity is not controlled well, our face will be splashed with blood. There are also some gangsters who like to use poison. We must protect our faces... "
Zhu Ping'an looked at the pretentious girl on the bed, and he had the urge to slap her against the wall until she couldn't unbutton it.
"Don't be angry, my dear benefactor, money is something external to the body. You can take it with you or die with you, so why should you care about it?" The girl on the bed smiled and said sarcastic words.
Is money an external possession?
Zhu Ping'an looked at the girl on the bed speechlessly. These words coming from the robber's mouth were inexplicably funny. Money is something external to the body, so you still wanted to rob money a few days ago!
"Little benefactor, you seem to be looking very bad." The girl on the bed looked at Zhu Pingan with a smile and asked, her dark eyes full of teasing.
"It's none of your business whether it's okay or not."
Zhu Pingan replied lightly.
The pretty face of the girl on the bed darkened, and her laughter stopped. ;
