This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

For Ziya, during these two months in the Shiwandashan Mountains, he broke almost all the precepts that he had never broken in his entire life.

People tend to seek benefits and avoid harm. Ziya, who grew up in a society bound by strict rules and regulations, is like a straightforward calf who only knows how to "obey". What he lacks is someone who can tell him that he actually has another option.

The appearance of Mu Qing filled the confusion in his heart, and Ziya finally gained the dignity of being a living "person".

He longed for warmth, happiness, and love - in fact, he was very envious of the disciples of Canglan Sword Sect.

Ziya will always remember that night with bright lights, when the disciples of Canglan Sword Sect and Tianqiong Sect cast aside their years of hatred and fighting, lay down on the ground together, and sang drunkenly.

After seeing Ziya, Mu Qing did not ask why he was here. He just glanced at the worried boy and explained, "They didn't want to give in to each other, so they started fighting."

"For us monks, the truth lies in the sword."

Ziya gestured anxiously, but Mu Qing didn't understand. He asked in confusion, "Why don't you say anything? There are only two of us here, and I won't complain to your master."

Ziya shook her head vigorously and lowered her head in a somewhat decadent manner. Unexpectedly, she suddenly felt a warmth on her hooded head. She only heard Mu Qing's laughter in her ears. She said lightly: "Remember, kid, the relationship between people is not as black and white as described in the books. Everything depends on the heart."

……

Ziya covered her chest in pain, her eyes went dark, and big drops of tears fell to the ground, blurring the blooming stamens.

Just now, because he was concentrating on paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, he ignored his injuries. Ziya was hit many times by the shock waves generated by the fight between the two, and his internal organs had been bruised long ago. It was not until now, when the dust settled, that he finally felt the pain.

His heart, his lungs, his whole body ached, but Ziya didn't know why he was so heartbroken.

"vomit!"

A large amount of blood mixed with internal organs and tears watered the fertile soil of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The boy's eyes went dark. He knew that he could no longer stand up, but, but...

He tried hard to raise his head and crawl forward, but he could only fall down weakly.

Before falling into coma, Ziya had only one thought in his mind: I'm sorry, Senior Mu Qing, I'm so useless.

After An Ling pressed Mu Qing to the ground, the other two people who served as pioneers with Ziya finally appeared. They hid outside the range of the fight, but had no intention of escaping. Instead, they were preparing their killing moves.

Fu Qingshan and Yun Qingzi hid in the dark, watching with hatred as An Ling pierced Mu Qing through the chest and pressed him to the ground. Their teeth were almost broken, but they couldn't make a move yet. They only had one chance to attack, and if they failed, not only would they fail to avenge Senior Mu Qing, they would even die in vain.

They were waiting for an opportunity, a chance to kill with one strike.

……

An Ling pulled out the Xiangzhu sword that was stuck in Mu Qing's chest, and applied medicine to Mu Qing guiltily, sighing: "Elder, why are you doing this? If they are really as you said, with such low character, then wouldn't your self-torture be in vain?"

"An Ling, I believe in them." Mu Qing smiled, "It's not their fault that they are naive. As an elder, I must let them grow up."

"You know, time waits for no one."

After An Ling applied the medicine, she looked at the flesh that had barely healed and said softly, "But you shouldn't be the one to use the self-torture stratagem. Your body..."

Mu Qing smiled bitterly, touched his still bleeding wound, nodded and said: "Yes, you have discovered my vital point. I have a special physique, and my flesh and blood contain powerful spiritual power. After training, every drop of blood can be used at will. However, once injured, it is difficult to recover."

"I'm sorry." An Ling said.

"Don't worry, they won't die," Mu Qing said, "They should be unable to hold on any longer, go and help me, don't go too far."

"I understand," An Ling said, "You can take a good rest here for a while, I'll be back soon."

Mu Qing looked at An Ling's receding back, and she suddenly realized that, no matter how strong she was in battle or how calm she was, she had unconsciously treated An Ling as her peer. If she was treating a young disciple who had just entered the sect a few years ago, she would never have said the last sentence like she did just now.

This time, An Ling is not going to deal with the little monsters, but to fight against the new organization formed by several major immortal sects! In other words, she is going to fight the younger generation of the four major immortal sects alone!

Mu Qing lay on the ground and sighed. If a person is powerful, does he have to bear everyone's hope? If a person is kind-hearted, does he deserve to be owed by everyone?

She didn't know the answer to the question, she only knew that everyone's actions should be worthy of heaven, worthy of earth, and most importantly, worthy of themselves. She believed in An Ling and those children. She was willing to give them a chance to prove themselves, and the 81 difficulties they had to go through were the necessary price for their growth.

……

An Ling always felt a chill on her back.

She flew towards the base camp. Although she did not see any trace of anyone in her mind's eye, her sixth sense always gave her a strange feeling.

In the past two months of high-intensity fighting, An Ling's perception of danger can be said to be integrated into her bones and blood, and has become like a conditioned reflex. Therefore, although she did not notice the existence of the enemy, she still instinctively increased her vigilance and constantly guarded against all possible dangers in all directions.

But after more than ten breaths, An Ling even saw the broken stars dancing outside the light blue magic circle, but still could not find any trace of the enemy. This made her begin to doubt herself. Was it because she had been too nervous all the time, and she had the illusion of "once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of ropes for ten years"?

Just when An Ling was about to approach the base camp, Fu Qingshan and Yun Qingzi finally took action!

An extremely secret spiritual energy beacon hit An Ling's back. The black mist surrounding her body automatically swallowed up the guiding spiritual energy and made An Ling instantly alert. Sure enough, it came!

The spiritual energy beacon only existed for a brief moment. From locking onto An Ling's position to being swallowed up, everything happened in a flash. But even this brief moment was enough for the two of them!

The whistling sound came from far behind An Ling's right side. An Ling was concentrating and using her mind's eyes to explore the surroundings, but unexpectedly, the attack came from a dead object from a very far distance!

An Ling felt a pain in her right ribs, and when she looked down, she saw a flying sword that had penetrated deep into her abdomen! The flying sword was covered with many spells, and when she looked closely, they all said things like "reduce weight", "increase sharpness", "speed up", "cannot heal", etc. The entire flying sword was covered with spells that glowed with golden light, like a divine weapon descending from the earth.

An Ling gritted her teeth and quickly took out a bandage from the storage bag to fix the flying sword. At the same time, she took out a black talisman written in blood and stuck it on the flying sword. The moment the talisman was stuck on, the flying sword's light immediately dimmed, and the owner in the distance completely lost control of the flying sword, turning this immortal weapon into an ordinary piece of iron in an instant.

He is indeed a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Even she was tricked when she was not careful!

The moment An Ling was injured, he relaxed his control over the Broken Stars and continued to attack the Broken Stars above the magic circle. The Broken Stars obviously paused for a moment, and then resumed their attacking posture.

But the people inside are not all vegetarians. After the flying sword attack, An Ling revealed a flaw for a moment, which was then captured by the smart disciple of the immortal sect.

The radicals led by Yang Riying took out their weapons and flew out of the magic circle at a very fast speed. Then, they began to bombard the circle with countless spells!

The conservatives led by Guo Zichou did not stop either. They took advantage of the moment when the broken stars stagnated to replenish their status and quickly repaired several points where the magic circle was broken.

And all of this happened in just one breath!

An Ling looked at the base camp where morale had soared, smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying, "It seems that I am still not good enough as a villain."

After that, she stretched out one hand and blocked all the spells with her powerful spiritual energy, and with the other hand, she recalled the Shattered Stars. She sighed and said, "If that's the case, then I won't hold back. Gentlemen, please teach me."