Titled 200 million years

The robe is fluttering, with awe-inspiring tolerance, like a fairy in the forest stepping on flowers, growing lotus step by step.

Meng Qing fiercely turned around and asked angrily: "What did you pour into the well?"

The woman in the white skirt has a clear complexion, her beautiful eyes are clear and indifferent, but her expression is even more indifferent: "Nature is not a poison."

"Who knows if you put poison or not."

Meng Qing gritted his teeth.

He had been thinking about how the plague broke out in the village, and now he saw the white skirt woman pouring something into the well, he immediately thought about it.

"It's not a poison, believe it or not."

The woman in the white dress was also cold.

After that, she lifted her foot and walked forward.

"Can't go."

Meng Qing rushed out and stood in front of her.

The woman in the white skirt raised her head and glanced at him, and a trace of discomfort crossed her eyes.

"Come on! The people who came to poison our village have been caught!"

Meng Qing shouted.

His voice is surprisingly loud, like a loudspeaker.

The woman in the white skirt was troubled by him, she had more important things to do, so she raised her hand and waved it out.

She was so fast that she was about to shoot Meng Qing away.

But at this moment, a figure appeared in front of Meng Qing like a ghost, and the palm of the woman in the white skirt fought with a larger palm.

But the strange thing is that no one was shot flying, and the two hands seemed to be sucked together.

The woman in the white skirt frowned slightly, and looked at Xia Xun who was standing in front of her, her eyes full of vigilance.

Although her palm didn't use much strength, it was just enough to shoot an adult man flying.

But when he touched the palm of the man in front of him, he felt that all the strength on his body was removed.

To describe it more accurately, it is like slapped oneself on the air.

No, if it is shot in the air, there will be a breaking wind.

But in the current situation, it was clear that no fluctuations had been transmitted, and he felt that his strength had been swallowed up.

If this happens, there is often only one possibility.

The strength of the man in front of him reached an unfathomable level.

"Girl, please be calm and restless."

Xia Xun said to her.

The woman in the white skirt had no words, and her figure took two steps back and separated from Xia Xun.

"Wow!"

In just such a short while, the villagers flocked to them.

As soon as Meng Qing yelled and caught the poisoned person, the expressions of the villagers suddenly became tense, each holding a variety of weapons.

There are ropes, hoes, sticks, etc.

"Meng Qing, where is the poisoner?"

A villager with a rope in his hand probed his head and asked.

"It's her!"

Meng Qing pointed at the woman in the white skirt and said.

"female?"

Everyone's gaze fell on the woman in the white skirt, and all of them were surprised.

Invite a Taoist priest to say that the plague in the village was caused by a pig demon. Now Meng Qing has caught a poisoned person, who is still a girl with fluttering clothes and a fairy-like length.

"This……"

Everyone was lost for a moment.

If we talk about the plague caused by the pig demon, we still understand a little bit.

But such a fairy-like girl, who said that it was the culprit that caused the plague in the village, always felt a little different.

"Meng Qing, is there any misunderstanding? I don't think this girl looks like a bad person."

The villager said earlier.

"I don't look like it."

Another villager whispered.

Seeing this scene, Xia Xun shook his head helplessly.

Sure enough, no matter where they are, people will always judge people by their appearance.

If the woman in the white dress is an ugly-looking ugly creature, I am afraid that these villagers have tied her up a long time ago, and how can they say something like "I don't look like it".

Good-looking ones don’t look like bad guys, while ugly ones are mostly bad guys.

This is too real.

"It's her. I saw her pouring powdery things into the well with my own eyes. She caused the plague in our village."

"Besides, I stopped her just now, and she still wanted to shoot at me. If it weren't for this son, I would have been slapped flying by her palm."

Meng Qing said to everyone.

Hearing what he said, everyone's expressions also showed a serious look.

Since Meng Qing had seen it with his own eyes, it was almost impossible to miss.

In the next moment, the villagers swarmed up as if they had just caught the Saozhu.

"Hold on."

Xia Xun shouted softly.

"how?"

Meng Qing asked.

"It's wrong to convict this girl as a sinner before the matter is investigated."

Xia Xun said.

"But you saw her pouring something into the well, right?"

Meng Qing asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Xia Xun nodded, and then said: "We saw her pouring something into the well, but how do you know that she poured poison, not an antidote?"

Hearing this, Meng Qing's face also showed hesitation.

"I can understand your feelings. The plague is spreading in the village, and everyone is very anxious."

"But the more the crisis, the more calm you must be."

When he said this, Xia Xun's gaze shifted to Meng Qing's body.

This problem is especially serious for him. It's normal for young people to be hot-blooded, but it's abnormal if they don't have the urge to calm down.

If you don't realize this problem and don't correct it, Meng Qing will have to pay for it sooner or later.

Especially in another world, a world where human lives are like grass.

The price of impulse is often the loss of life in vain.

The woman in the white skirt looked at Xia Xun and thought that he was with Meng Qing and the others, but she was a sensible person.

And listening to what he said just now, I couldn't help but add a little favor to him.

"Just after I diagnosed Meng Qing's sister, I found that the plague in the village was caused by the plague."

"This is a powerful infectious disease that is usually spread through the bite of wild rodents, that is, rats and flea."

"This girl did pour some powdery things into the well, but it should have nothing to do with the plague in the village."

"If she is the culprit that caused the plague, then what she should throw into the well is a dead mouse carrying the virus, not powder."

Xia Xun explained patiently to the villagers.

He knew that people in other worlds knew nothing about infectious diseases, so he used an explanation method that everyone could understand as much as possible.

"Is that so?"

After listening, the villagers got a general idea.

"No wonder I see a lot of dead rats in the village recently. It turns out that this damn plague is caused by rats."

Some villagers gritted their teeth and said.

"It seems that I really blamed this girl." Meng Qing showed guilt and apologized to the woman in the white skirt: "Sorry, I was reckless just now."

"It's okay."

The woman in the white skirt didn't look like someone with a small belly, and didn't hold on to this matter.

"I don't know what the girl poured into the well just now."

Xia Xun turned to look at her and asked.

"Yinjiao San."

The woman in the white skirt replied.

"Yinjiao San?"

Xia Xun frowned. When he was a child, he followed Grandpa Yao to learn pharmacological techniques. He had heard that there was a tree in this world called the silver horn tree.

This kind of tree has only the main trunk, shiny silver, and covered with triangular leaves, which can purify the poisonous miasma.

"It is a powder made from the branches of the silver horn tree, supplemented with chalcedony mushroom, purple monkey flower, and Tianling fruit, a detoxification pill."

The woman in the white skirt explained.

"That's it."

Xia Xun nodded with a sense of enlightenment.

The pharmacology is extensive and profound. Although he has studied with Grandpa Yao since he was a child, there are still many things he doesn't understand.

And since this woman in white dress knows to use silver horn tree to make medicine, she must be the same pharmacist like Grandpa Yao.

"The girl pours the silver horn powder into the well water that the villagers drink daily. Could the villagers be cured by drinking this well water?"

He asked.

"Theoretically speaking," the woman in the white skirt said after thinking about it, "but it depends on the villagers' disease."

"Yin Jiao San can indeed treat the plague, but Yin Jiao San is limited. The more serious the disease, the more Yin Jiao San needs to be taken."

"Since this silver jiao powder is so precious, why should the girl pour it into the well water? After being diluted with water, the effect of the medicine should be greatly reduced."

Xia Xun had some doubts.

"I walked this way, almost every village has hundreds of people infected with the plague."

"But my bottle of Yinjiao San can only save three or five villagers, so who should I save?"

The woman in the white skirt said.

"Ok."

Upon hearing this, Xia Xun nodded.

He felt that what she said really made sense.

"I went to six villages and two towns in total and found a strange phenomenon."

"As long as the villages that suffer from the plague, without exception, their daily drinking water has been contaminated."

"Yin Jiao San is limited and cannot cure those who are sick, so I want to pour the limited Yin Jiao San into the water to purify the water and prevent more people from suffering from the plague."