Ji Rouer said something meaningless, which made Hao and Dong both confused, but they felt something was wrong in their hearts. After looking at each other, Shopkeeper Dong pulled the man named Qian to his side and whispered a few instructions in his ear.
The actions of the two were noticed by Ji Rouer, but she just smiled coldly and ignored them. Pick up a blank piece of paper from the desk, put the lower right corner of the paper into your mouth, soak it with saliva, then take it out and blow on it gently a few times.
"The little girl has been practicing medicine for many years. She can't say that she is well-informed, but she also knows that people's hearts are dangerous, so she thought of a way to protect herself."
As she spoke, Ji Rouer raised the blank paper in her hand high so that the onlookers could see it clearly.
"Hey! It was just a blank piece of paper, but now there is color in the corners?"
Someone closer to Ji Rouer suddenly said.
When others heard this, they quickly stretched their necks to look, and sure enough they saw three purple arcs in the lower right corner of the paper.
"Miss Ji, what kind of magic are you turning into? I can clearly see that just now it was just a blank piece of paper with nothing on it."
After everyone onlookers saw the purple arc, someone asked aloud.
"The little girl only has a little knowledge of medical skills, so she can't do magic tricks. She just smeared the juice of purple water chestnut seeds on the nail of the little finger of her right hand, and scratched the paper with her nails a few times when writing the prescription. The juice of purple water chestnut seeds itself It’s colorless, but when mixed with saliva it turns into this light purple color.”
Ji Rouer replied with a smile.
After hearing Ji Rouer's words, the few people in the crowd who were holding the prescriptions quickly imitated Ji Rouer's example, and after the saliva on the paper was dried, lavender arcs appeared on them. But some have one, some have two.
"Oh, I understand. On the first day, Miss Ji, you prescribed one line, and on the second day, you prescribed two lines. Today is the third day of Miss Ji's free clinic here, so in your hand There are three lines drawn on the paper, I’m right, Miss Ji.”
A man holding a prescription shouted in realization.
"exactly."
Ji Rouer smiled and nodded.
"Yesterday, Mrs. Qian did see a doctor here and gave me a prescription. But I remember it very clearly. The prescription clearly stated that there was one penny for flax and two taels of dried ginger. There was absolutely no mistake.
Regardless of the paper, ink marks or handwriting, the prescription in the hands of this little brother Qian is exactly the same as the prescription I started with, but the dosage of flax and dried ginger is completely opposite.
This is a bit strange. Did I write the wrong dosage and killed Mrs. Qian? Or is someone forging prescriptions for deliberate blackmail? "
The old Taoist priest also reacted at this time, grabbed the man surnamed Qian by the collar of his clothes and roared with a red face.
"Boy from the Qian family, didn't you keep accusing Miss Ji of poisoning your mother to death? Okay, now let's prove it to everyone whether the prescription in your hand is a forgery. And where are you...people?"
After all, the old Taoist priest has been wandering around in the world for most of his life, but at first he was worried about Ji Rouer's lawsuit for taking human life. At this time, he woke up and realized that Hao and Dong were probably in the same group as this boy from the Chen family. The purpose is to go to Ji Rouer. He turned around and was about to reveal the true identity of Shopkeeper Dong and Hao Dong's family, but found that the two of them had disappeared, and he immediately jumped up in anger.
"Hmph, what you say is false with white teeth is false. My mother is already dead. I can't let you fool me about this. Brothers, smash up my mother's stall, peel off her clothes and buy them in a brothel. , but we can’t let the little girl continue to harm others.”
Facing the old Taoist priest's questioning, the man named Qian not only showed no fear, but instead pushed him away with a grin, waved his arms and shouted at the people who were coming with him.
This is too soft, so I plan to go straight to the hard part.
"Broad daylight, long and dry... Ouch!"
Some people in the crowd couldn't stand it and pointed at the man surnamed Qian and yelled at him. But before he could finish speaking, the man surnamed Qian punched him in the face and fell to the ground with his face covered in blood.
"And that one who dares to meddle in other people's business without his own life!"
The man named Qian shouted fiercely.
The expressions of the onlookers changed and they retreated timidly.
"Hey hey hey, brothers, come on!"
After calming down the scene, the man surnamed Qian, together with several others, surrounded Ji Rouer with a lewd smile.
"I'll fight you!"
The old Taoist priest had been pushed down before, but now he didn't care about the pain and numbness in his buttocks. He got up from the ground and threw himself at several people with a mournful roar.
But as soon as the old Taoist priest's body was thrown out, he felt his belt being pulled by someone, and then he was pulled back by a huge force, until he retreated to Ji Rouer's side.
The old Taoist priest was wondering how Ji Rou'er had such strange strength, and then he saw Old Yangtou standing on the other side of Ji Rou'er with a strange look on his face, and his belt was also held in Ji Rou'er's hand.
Several people headed by the man surnamed Qian approached. Ji Rouer glanced at the crowd, but saw Rong Fei with a wicked smile on his face and no intention of helping.
Bad guy!
Ji Rou'er cursed angrily in her heart, and was about to use her spiritual power to deal with the few people who were approaching, but at this moment, a woman's roar rang out from the crowd.
"My aunt can't stand it anymore. If you dare to stop me again, don't blame me for falling out."
Before he finished speaking, a figure flew out of the crowd and rushed towards the man named Qian from a high position.
"My aunt will beat you villains to death!"
"Oh, why didn't you stop Junior Sister?"
"You are a senior brother and you didn't stop me. How can I do it if I'm just a junior brother?"
"It's okay now. If you go back, you will be punished by Master again."
"Senior sister is really...too irritable!"
Two young Taoist priests in the crowd sighed.
Usually a woman with the surname Rong is said to be as light as a swallow, but for Murong Qiushui, it is more realistic to say that an eagle strikes Mao Zhi.
Murong Qiu Shui's charming appearance and plump figure should have given the viewer beautiful thoughts, but at this moment her face was ferocious and ferocious, and her two delicate jade hands were like eagle claws, grabbing each person's face.
Ji Rouer heard the whistling of the wind in her ears and immediately shouted urgently.
"Girl, don't hurt anyone!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Qiu Shui's hands turned into claws and slapped the chests of the two of them. The two screamed loudly and were sent flying away. After landing, he raised his foot and kicked the man surnamed Qian's left knee. Amidst the bone-crushing sound, the man surnamed Qian let out a miserable cry and fell down.
But Murong Qiu Shui had no intention of letting him go. He grabbed his collar with one hand and lifted him up, and slapped him in the face with the other hand.
"Bastard...beast...dog thief...bitch...surnamed Rong...beat you to death..."
After kicking the man surnamed Qian in the knee, Murong Qiu Shui originally wanted to kick him away again, but somehow he slapped him in the face by accident.
After being slapped twice, I unexpectedly found that the sullenness that had been building up in my heart these days had dissipated a lot, and my mood was inexplicably better, so I slapped harder, even subconsciously thinking that the man named Qian was that hateful guy. and shouted out.
Rong Fei in the crowd heard this clearly. After twitching his cheeks a few times, he picked up the Flower Demon and turned around to leave.
"The person named Rong that the little sister mentioned couldn't be you, could it? What on earth have you done to make people hate you so much? Did you start a relationship and end up abandoning it, or did you fall in love with someone else?"
The flower demon's Bagua soul burned brightly.
"You haven't had much contact with the human race, but you know a lot. Don't you think it's strange?"
Rong Fei changed the topic very naturally.
"It sounds strange to hear you say that. A lot of things suddenly popped into my head, just... just... oh, I can't explain clearly."
As expected, the flower demon fell into the trap and tilted her head to think seriously.
On the other side, Ji Rou'er saw that the man surnamed Qian had been beaten all over his face, with more air coming out and less air coming in. She quickly rushed forward and grabbed Murong Qiu Shui's right hand to persuade him.
"Sister, if you continue to fight, someone will die."
Murong Qiushui subconsciously wanted to say what would happen to human life, but Rong Fei's figure flashed in his mind, and the arm that tried to break free finally let Ji Rouer hold on tightly.
"Hmph! Such a rotten person deserves to be beaten to death."
Murong Qiushui muttered angrily and threw the half-dead man named Qian to the ground.
Although the other two guys who came with the man surnamed Qian were not injured, their faces turned pale with fear. When they turned around to escape, they were knocked unconscious by Murong Qiushui's two auras from the air.
The man named Qian and his party of five were all subdued. When Ji Rouer saw that Murong Qiushui had no intention of killing again, she smiled and saluted.
"Thank you sister for saving me. Ji Rou'er is being polite."
"Humph, it's a small matter, don't take it to heart."
Murong Qiushui waved her hands nonchalantly and replied, then seemed to remember something, stared at Ji Rou'er for a while before frowning and asking.
"Hey, you are also a monk, otherwise how could you hold my arm firmly."
"It's only a ninth-grade person, how can I get into my sister's eyes?"
"Ha, now that I'm in trouble, you can definitely fix these guys, but why haven't you taken action yet?"
Murong Qiushui asked doubtfully.
Ji Rouer did not answer when she heard this, but saluted again and said.
"You haven't asked me your sister's name yet?"
"Why don't you ask for advice? My name is Murong Qiushui. I am a walking saint of Qiankun Temple. You are also a monk, so you should know about Qiankun Temple."
Murong Qiushui said proudly.
Rong Fei had never told Ji Rou'er about what happened in Jixian Division that day, so when Murong Qiu Shui slapped the man named Qian and accidentally called out the man named Rong, Ji Rou'er had already guessed Murong Qiu Shui's identity.
Originally, after hearing Rong Fei's story, Ji Rou'er thought that Murong Qiu Shui was the kind of arrogant and domineering person who did whatever he wanted based on his background. But when he saw him today, he realized that he had wrongly blamed him.
Murong Qiushui was simply a bad-tempered person, but his nature was not bad.
After the prejudice in her heart was eliminated, Ji Rou'er became enthusiastic, holding Murong Qiu Shui's arm and thanking her endlessly.
"Get out of the way, the officials are handling the case, and the idlers are staying out of the way."
At this time, several Kyoto government officials came over shouting to disperse the crowd.
Upon seeing this, the old Taoist priest hurriedly greeted him and told what happened in detail.
Several government officials were unambiguous after hearing this. They took out chains and handcuffed all five men named Qian. One of the older yamen servants caught a glimpse of Ji Rouer and Murong Qiushui standing nearby. He was startled for a moment, then a trace of evil thoughts flashed in his eyes, and he pointed at the two girls and shouted.
"You two also come back to the Yamen with us."
