This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Through a "joke", Bai Lin showed a side of himself that was completely inconsistent with his previous performance. An Ling did not expect that someone who looked so serious and cold on the surface would actually make such a joke. She did not know how to respond and could only remain silent.

Bai Lin was bored when he saw that An Ling didn't jump up and hit him like Guo Zichou or Yu Lang did. He looked at An Ling's youthful appearance and sighed softly. When they were practicing together in the mountains, they were about the same age, right? It's a pity that time passes like sand through fingers. Some things can't be asked for; some people can't be waited for.

He came back to his senses and gestured to An Ling to have some tea.

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Bai Lin nodded slightly, "This tea is unique to my Canglan Mountain. The tea trees are planted on the east side of the mountainside and irrigated with Canglan water. The climate of Canglan Mountain is complex and changeable, with heavy rain, sunny days, and light fog in a day. Therefore, this tea can only grow to a quality that can be used to make tea in Canglan Mountain." Speaking of tea, Bai Lin talked significantly more.

An Ling smiled and said, "So, only by coming here can we drink the most authentic tea, right? Senior, may I ask what this tea is named after?"

"Canglan Sword Bone."

"What a tough name!" An Ling commented.

Bai Lin rolled up his sleeves and elegantly picked up a few dry tea leaves from the jar beside him. An Ling stared at Bai Lin's fingers, paying attention to his every move. There was no other way. His hands were so beautiful. His ten fingers were slender and white, and his nails were pink, like works of art. He twisted the dry tea leaves and placed them in the palm of his other hand to show An Ling, "Look, aren't these tea leaves clearly visible? They're like a sword that would rather break than bend."

An Ling leaned over to take a look, and saw that the tea leaves were dark gray-black in color, with a slightly powdery substance on the surface, which looked furry, but as Bai Lin said, the tea leaves were clearly visible: fresh tea leaves are originally very slender, and after being picked, they go through the processes of killing, withering, rolling, and fermentation. The leaves shrink inward, and from the outside, it seems that only the leaf stem in the middle is left. Even if the leaves of each tea leaf are stretched out by the water, the leaf stem still retains its original appearance. In the eyes of many literati in Daxuan, this small tea leaf is the embodiment of character. Therefore, the "Canglan Sword Bone" tea has been popular in the imperial capital and other places for many years. The Canglan Sword School located on the east side of Canglan Mountain has also embarked on the road to wealth because of this tea.

She exclaimed: "Just by looking at this tea, I can feel the character and bearing that Canglan has inherited for thousands of years. It is indeed a treasure!"

Bai Lin casually placed the tea leaves in the teapot, then looked at An Ling seriously, "The tea reflects the sect. The ethos of our sect is just like the tea, which would rather break than bend! An Ling, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, you must never bow your head even if you are twisted lightly, thrown heavily, boiled in boiling water, or even crushed to pieces. Remember that!"

Frightened by Bai Lin's aura, An Ling responded seriously: "Remember, disciples should have a sword bone that would rather break than bend!"

Bai Lin nodded and lamented that it would have been nice if An Ling had grown up in the Sword Sect.

He learned about An Ling's situation from Guo Zichou. Before meeting her, he was still skeptical about An Ling's character, because almost every disciple of the Sword Sect grew up in the Sword Sect and received the same education, which is like what he just said, they would rather break than bend - commonly known as being stubborn. So he was pessimistic about the disciple that Yu Lang had picked up from somewhere. After all, there were very few people with backbone in the world, and the Sword Sect would never take in mediocre people. He had already thought about how to throw An Ling into the Sword Sect.

But today, Bai Lin knew from the first time he met An Ling that this person was definitely a tough nut to crack. After she was brought to Yitingping by Guo Zichou, she was in a panic at first and was almost struck by lightning several times. But Guo Zichou was standing in front of her. As long as she opened her mouth, Guo Zichou would definitely take her to a safe place. She only needed to open her mouth and act coquettishly to her elders to avoid torture. Bai Lin believed that most people would choose to ask for help instead of stubbornly testing each place one by one and solving the formation by themselves. She even successfully predicted the direction of the thunder later and directly solved the mystery of Yitingping.

Although Bai Lin, who was in charge of the Yitingping formation, put as much water as the East China Sea to set up a very basic formation for An Ling, he did this mainly to consider An Ling's character and whether she was a member of their sect. Fortunately, everything was predetermined. She was a tough guy! She was very suitable to stay in Canglan Sword Sect!

After testing An Ling, Bai Lin began to listen carefully to An Ling's description of the situation on the coast of the East China Sea.

"At that time, I had a dream at home. In my dream, I saw a sword light that spanned the entire sky. It is no exaggeration to say that the owner of that sword light really split the sky in half!"

"And I was also inspired by this sword light. In the desperate situation, I resonated with the owner of the sword light and realized the 'Mayfly Sword Intention'."

Bai Lin was a little surprised, "Realize the sword intent by yourself?"

An Ling nodded and said, "Yes, but this is not my own swordsmanship. I am just standing on the shoulders of that senior."

Bai Lin looked An Ling up and down and fell silent. He looked left and right. An Ling had not reached the level of true disciples. She even used the same mental method given to beginners. How could she understand the sword intent? Was this the difference between a genius and an ordinary person?

Bai Lin finally said, "You... well, although you have good talent, your basic skills are still far behind. You need to practice harder."

"Take this and go to Moxiang Pavilion downstairs to learn carefully." Bai Lin stretched out his hand, and a token appeared out of thin air, which surprised An Ling. It was obvious that Bai Lin did not have any magical storage device on him, so where did this token come from?

Seeing An Ling stunned, Bai Lin finally regained his confidence in her, "Based on the formation I have arranged, the formation connects other spaces, near Yitingping, I can take it at will."

An Ling guessed that for a formation master like Bai Lin, who was guarding an important place like the Tower of Babel, abilities like taking objects at will were definitely just a bonus. What was really scary was Bai Lin's control over the surroundings. It could be said that if the enemy stepped into the formation set up by Bai Lin on the top of the mountain, they would be played around by Bai Lin at will and would have no power to resist.

An Ling was eager to try, "Senior, can I learn the formation as well?"