This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"So you don't have to think too much. You know very well what the sect master means. We in the Sword Sect always welcome people with good intentions." Elder Wu sat cross-legged on the cushion, leaning forward, with his hands in his sleeves, and said with a smile.

An Ling's psychological burden was lightened a lot, and she was in the mood to say something else. "Aren't you afraid that I am pretending to be like this to deceive your trust, but in fact I have evil intentions in secret?"

The clan leader and Elder Wu looked at each other and laughed at the same time. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I can tell from the looks of it that you look like a kid. I guess you weren't that old in your previous life. You can't live here peacefully until we're our age without some physiognomy skills."

"You always pretend to be calm and composed, as if you have everything under control. But in fact, every time your mood changes, your eyes have already betrayed you." He pointed at his eyes. "Here, if you don't want others to see through your thoughts, you must learn to hide your eyes."

An Ling nodded thoughtfully. The master seemed to be teaching her how to improve her emotional intelligence and life skills. "Okay, I understand."

"Hey, you know what, she is so well-behaved, completely different from those naughty kids of mine," Elder Wu said in surprise.

The clan leader just laughed and said, "It was originally brought for you. If you like it, you can teach her some more skills. Also, I have retired. Don't look for me if you have nothing to do in the future. It's up to you to decide."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Elder Wu protested in dissatisfaction, "From the time you became the sect leader until now, which one of them was not done by me? If you really had a conscience, you should have given up the position of sect leader to me long ago instead of occupying the toilet without doing anything!"

The clan leader raised his eyebrows, "What if I don't give it to you? You can't beat me anyway."

An Ling looked at the two old men who started to insult each other as soon as they had a disagreement, but she was not annoyed at all. Listening to their noisy voices, her mood calmed down instead. She supported her head and tilted her head to watch them arguing. Suddenly, she felt as if she had "fallen" to the ground, as if the big tree growing in her heart had truly walked out of her fantasy and was planted in the broad and warm soil.

At this moment, she suddenly thought of Lin Du, the disciple of the Sky Dome Sect who went by the pseudonym Lin Yuzhou. He was already the "future sect master" in Ayimu's words. Why did he go to the trouble of recognizing Aunt Zhou as his godmother and taking on the responsibility of taking care of Aunt Zhou at that time? The answer was clear. The so-called monks were just mortals with more powerful powers than ordinary people. Mortals naturally have seven emotions and six desires, and need love and respect. The mortal mother who poured all her love on her daughter had a precious treasure that Lin Du could never get in her lifetime.

During the argument, Elder Wu accidentally glanced at An Ling, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and instantly felt ashamed. He coughed twice and said, "Okay, okay, the child is still here watching, I won't bother with you for now, we will fight it out someday!"

He walked up to An Ling and looked at the broken stars in An Ling's hand with a complicated expression, "Little An Ling, are you sure this thing is not contagious now?"

"Well... probably," An Ling said without being too sure, "I have drawn it out in front of my senior brothers and sisters before, and it is no different from an ordinary sword, with no special effect."

"Let me see?" Elder Wu was eager to try. After all, this sword was a part of the Way of Heaven. Even just looking at it could broaden his horizons. The sect master had sealed it too quickly before, and he hadn't been able to take a close look at what it looked like.

An Ling nodded and pulled out the Broken Star. The Broken Star was made of an unknown blue-purple metal with star patterns all over it. If someone who understood astrology was present, they could also recognize the names of the constellations in the sky on the sword. These stars obviously corresponded to the stars in the sky. The sword had a smooth shape, double-edged edges, and a finely serrated blade near the hilt. The serrations connected the exquisite hilt and the handle above. The whole sword looked integrated, as if it was made by nature. It was indeed a rare and good sword.

Elder Wu was a little scared at first. The first time he saw the Broken Star, it was the irrational Li Wanjian who attacked the sect with it and almost injured the disciples. Fortunately, the sect master and the elders arrived in time to stop him. Later, Li Wanjian regained consciousness and knelt in front of the sect master for a long time. The sect master took pity on him and took him into the quiet room for a detailed talk. Only then did he learn about the things related to the sword from him.

After the two of them came out, Li Wanjian said in front of everyone that he wanted to quit the Canglan Sword Sect, and the sect master had no choice but to reluctantly cripple his right hand that held the sword. Firstly, it was a punishment for "treason" in front of the whole world; secondly, Li Wanjian was afraid that he would continue to be controlled by the evil sword and do things that would harm the world, so he begged the sect master to cripple his hand so that he would give up his thoughts on the evil sword.

Elder Wu did not fully know these things before. The sect leader was always very wary of Li Wanjian and was unwilling to say much. His only impression of the Evil Sword was that the moment the Evil Sword appeared in his field of vision, his entire mind seemed to be drawn to it, and there was only one thought left in his mind: kill!

He suddenly felt disgusted with everyone around him. It was just a small matter before, such as accidentally looking at him while flying the sword. When Elder Wu recalled it now, he felt that the person was laughing at him! He wanted to kill that person immediately to vent his hatred!

Fortunately, at this time, the Dinghai Shenzhen of Canglan Sword Sect arrived. The sect master simply released his surging sword intent, and the heavy, broad and gentle aura instantly suppressed this strange murderous intent.

He looked at the broken stars that were now quietly lying in An Ling's hands, and recalled the murderous intent that had been aroused in them before. He could not help but remind her: "This sword was able to arouse murderous intent in other people before. You must be careful, and don't be bewitched by it. Cultivate your character more and don't be impulsive..." Elder Wu kept nagging when he became worried. An Ling was originally listening carefully, but Elder Wu had no choice but to talk too much, just like Lu Xiulin. They were indeed master and disciple.

Just when An Ling wanted to seek help from the sect master, she helplessly discovered that the sect master had slipped away at some point in time, and she was left alone facing Elder Wu.

But she still sat on the futon in a proper manner, listening carefully to Elder Wu's instructions. After all, this was the most sincere concern from an elder. No one knew each other outside, so who would be willing to spend their time to remind an outsider? Therefore, she was willing to exchange sincerity for sincerity and live up to Elder Wu's kindness.

An Ling was almost cross-eyed when suddenly Wu Baiquan's voice came from the doorway, "Old Wu! The man with double pupils was brought back by the master! But it seems that something went wrong. Are you okay? Can you come and see what's wrong with him?"

Elder Wu and An Ling immediately stood up and went to check on Lu Xiulin's condition.