This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

After An Ling said goodbye to Shao Shuang'er, she took the wrapped Broken Star to Elder Wu to ask where the Sect Master might be. She learned that if the Sect Master was not reading in the Moxiang Pavilion, he should be fishing in the back mountain. She remembered the "reputation" of the Broken Star and was inevitably afraid of it. It seemed that only she could control the Broken Star now, so she should carry it with her to prevent this "evil sword" from causing any trouble.

Just as she looked around and couldn't find the sect leader, she just stepped out of the door of Moxiang Pavilion and saw a lot of senior brothers and sisters gathered at the door. When they saw An Ling coming out, they all stared at her.

An Ling took a step back cautiously, "Everyone...what can I do for you?"

"Ah, it's okay." One of them laughed it off, "We just passed by, right?"

"Yes! Yes!" Everyone nodded in unison, then flew away on their swords with laughter, leaving An Ling with a serious face standing there.

She thought of what Shao Shuang'er had told her. Could it be that they were the ones who "questioned" her? Was Senior Sister reminding me to pay attention to other people in the sect?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She even felt a chill down her spine. It seemed that her previous behavior was too abrupt. People remembered her, and in a bad way...

An Ling was helpless. Actually, she didn't want this to happen, but things seemed to find her on their own, leaving her no chance to breathe. If she had a choice, she would just want to quietly learn magic in the Sword Sect, and occasionally go down the mountain to kill demons, just like what was written in the story. Unfortunately, there was no if. Her fate seemed to have been changed since she dreamed of Li Wanjian's sword light. Since then, everything has been developing crazily in a strange direction.

"Forget it, let's just make the best of it. Even if my senior brothers and sisters hate me, I still have to live my life."

An Ling has been a person who can adapt to changes in life since she was young. She does not have the ability to make life adapt to herself, so she can only adapt to life herself. If she does not have this state of mind, I am afraid that when she is in the fishing village, she will not only fail to support her mother in this world, but she will even starve to death. People's life is nothing more than to survive. Besides surviving, if you do something to contribute to society, then your life will not be in vain.

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Elder Wu told An Ling that at this time, Sect Master Luo Qinghuai was either reading in the Moxiang Pavilion or hiding in the valley behind the mountain to fish beside the cold pond, and asked her to look for him in these two places.

An Ling, dressed in a black disciple uniform, was carrying Broken Star on her back and moving forward with difficulty, pushing aside layers of grass and trees. She was not familiar with the terrain of the Sword Sect at all, and the Sect Master liked to hide in some sparsely populated places. Even if she flew into the sky with a sword, it would be difficult to find his trace. It would be better for her to measure the terrain of the back mountain directly with her legs. It would be slow, but it would be more stable.

She had just used the "sixth sense" passed down from her master Black Mist to sense the surroundings, but apart from the lush trees, she did not find any trace of the sect master. Oh, there were some unexpected gains, for example, she "saw" two disciples squatting on the ground shoveling soil, and she didn't know what they were doing.

She had been searching for a long time in the direction indicated by Elder Wu, but Canglan Mountain was too big and she still couldn't find the location of the sect master. An Ling thought about it, walked behind the two disciples, and coughed lightly as a reminder.

"Ah!" The two jumped up at the sound, and saw that An Ling was also wearing the disciple uniform like them, so they breathed a sigh of relief. They were two very young girls, wearing mini-version uniforms that only reached An Ling's chest. One of the girls put her hands on her waist and looked up at An Ling, angrily saying, "Who are you! Why did you break into our secret base!"

An Ling smiled and said, "I am also a disciple of the Sword Sect. Of course, I am just passing by and want to ask where the Cold Pond is?"

“Then.” The little girl pointed to the southeast with disdain, “Go straight from here, then jump off the mountain, and you’ll see it.”

"Okay, thank you very much." An Ling said, "Can you tell me what you are doing here? I won't tell anyone else."

The little girl looked at An Ling warily, and pulled the other little girl who seemed to be about to cry, "I don't know, go away! Otherwise I will ask my master to beat you up!"

An Ling silently "looked" at the land behind the little girl and couldn't help but smile, "Okay, I'm leaving, you guys continue."

In the "Sixth Sense", there was actually some kind of small animal curled up in a ball, and it was even shivering. An Ling pondered for a while and estimated that this animal was a pet raised secretly by the two little girls. It should be a mole or pangolin living in the soil. Forget it, since the sect master didn't react, why should she make trouble? She might as well go to the sect master to ask about the situation first.

She jumped over the cliff and used the wind control technique to land lightly on the ground. In front of her was a scene of flourishing flowers and green grass. Small shrubs with a faint glow grew around the cold pond. Their green rhizomes were dotted with small blue flowers that were constantly glowing. Tall trees ran through the central island of the cold pond. Their roots were thick and looked to be hundreds of years old. The sect leader Luo Qinghuai, whom An Ling had been searching for, was sitting on one of the tree roots, wearing a bamboo hat and holding a fishing rod, fishing motionlessly.

An Ling tiptoed to the shore, not knowing whether she should speak or not. She was afraid that if she spoke, she would scare away the sect master's fish.

"Why are you standing so far away? Come over here." Luo Qinghuai said in an old voice.

An Ling tidied her clothes and hair, tapped the water lightly with her toes, landed lightly on the island, stood beside Luo Qinghuai, and bowed to him politely, "An Ling greets the Sect Master."

Luo Qinghuai hummed and raised the fishing rod. An Ling saw that there was no bait on Luo Qinghuai's hook. It was empty. Luo Qinghuai changed the position and swung the fishing rod again, while asking An Ling: "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you for your concern, Sect Master," An Ling said, "I... I feel really embarrassed when I think about what happened before."

"What are you embarrassed about? What did you do wrong?" Luo Qinghuai said calmly, as if nothing in the world could affect his mood.

"I shouldn't have been taught skills by my master... I feel unworthy of it." An Ling touched her filled dantian, silently feeling the spiritual power flowing through her meridians like a big river, "Is this really worth it?" She seemed to be asking Luo Qinghuai, but also seemed to be asking herself.

"I don't know, maybe it's not worth it," Luo Qinghuai's hand holding the fishing rod trembled slightly, "but do you still remember the prophecy?"

"remember."

"Before I saw you master the evil sword safely, I never believed in fate," Luo Qinghuai put down the fishing rod, and his eyes under the bamboo hat faded away from fatigue, revealing the sharpness of a hawk. "Master also didn't believe in fate, and our entire sect didn't believe in fate, but now we have you."

An Ling felt a chill inexplicably when listening to Luo Qinghuai's confusing words, "Sect Master, actually I..."

"You know, I never believe that the so-called fate can control a person's life, but I believe in my teacher, my disciple, and you, my grandson." Luo Qinghuai raised his head slightly, "The master also chose to believe in you, our Sword Sect's foreign visitor disciple, and passed on his cultivation to you. If you can figure this out, you won't have any doubts, because we never do things because of the so-called "prophecy" or the vague theory of fate, but because you are a young man who deserves to be entrusted with responsibilities, just like when I was twenty-one years old and accepted the heavy trust from my teacher."

"So, now I choose to believe in fate, or rather, I choose to believe in you."