This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Wu Baiquan's words made An Ling sigh.

They are clearly the immortal sect that should be hated the most for the evil cultivators who harm lives and bring disaster to the region, so why are they the source of this filth?

Those lively, righteous and friendly monks, when their skin was peeled off, turned out to be so distorted.

Both of them felt that something precious was driven out of their bodies along with the news. Their originally beating internal organs now seemed to have a big hole in them, and a cold wind was howling.

They returned to their residence in silence, and went to visit Mingjue and Ayimu who were still recovering from their injuries. Finally, they came to the stone table in the courtyard. Wu Baiquan settled An Ling down and sat down opposite her.

"Are you sure they..."

"I think we..."

They both spoke at the same time, and their overlapping words stunned them.

Wu Baiquan smiled bitterly and said, "You should speak first."

An Ling shook her head and said to Wu Baiquan, "I'm not in a hurry about this matter. Do you have any other questions?"

problem?

Wu Baiquan twisted his hands together and rubbed his fingers continuously. His eyes were dazed and he did not look well. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and asked An Ling, "Junior sister, are you sure they will go to other cities to destroy the Crescent Moon Immortal's arrangement? Are you sure? I am worried..."

Wu Baiquan did not say the rest of the words. After all, he was a monk who had eaten humans. Even if he was once their beloved relative, so what? Wrong is wrong. This subversive news made the young Wu Baiquan unable to accept it.

He had already begun to doubt the group of immortal disciples who had stayed in the Ten Thousand Mountains and avoided the disaster.

The monks who have eaten humans and these monks who are still sticking to their bottom line seem to no longer be the same "species".

Unexpectedly, An Ling did not answer his question directly. Instead, she cast her eyes towards the white clouds that were still moving in the distance. The clouds were as thin and soft as cotton wool, stretching their bodies freely in the sky. An Ling suddenly asked, "Brother, have you ever seen clouds?"

"Why do you say that?"

“Clouds come in countless forms. There are rain clouds that condense sweet rain, thunder clouds that brew storms, and clouds like today that have different shapes. But no matter what, they are all clouds.”

Wu Baiquan sneered and said sharply: "What? You still want to whitewash them? Tell me, we are all human beings, so we should not care about these details and should be united to face the outside world first?"

An Ling shook her head and sighed, "If I had thought this way, I would not have broken up with them that day. You know, at that time, I was hunted by the Futian Army for two months, and it was not easy to find a familiar group."

"Then what do you mean by this?"

"My meaning is very simple," An Ling said, "People are like clouds in the sky, some are black, some are white, some are wisps, and some are weights. The clouds are in various shapes and forms. Even after countless years, there will never be clouds like today again."

"People are the same. Some are black, some are white, some are good, some are evil. There are those who endure hardships just to make the world a better place, and there are those who are righteous but rotten and filthy. But without exception, they only exist in this moment."

"I don't care about eternity, I only care about the present moment."

"So, don't let these meaningless arguments bind your heart. Just know what you should do, that's all. You can't persuade or stop others from doing other things."

"It's enough for us to do our best. As for them... I understand their idea of ​​'ending killing with killing', but I still say that I understand but don't support it. Once you get a little bit of that, you can't wash it off for the rest of your life."

Wu Baiquan said with a smile: "Little An Ling, you now have some Taoist charm."

"It's nothing more than seeing too much and thinking too much," An Ling stroked her wheelchair. Every word that Shen Shi had just said was still fresh in her ears. She smiled calmly and said, "We can only do our best. In this turbulent wave, doing our best and becoming a reef in the storm is the ultimate in life, I think."

"I remember that you always wanted to change the world, to make this evil world into a good place like your hometown," Wu Baiquan said with emotion, "I remember everything you said. An Ling, you wanted all mortals and monks to live in peace, to have enough food and warm clothes, and to wipe out all the monsters and demons in the world so that mortals would no longer have to worry. Oh, and you said something when you were drunk before, that you wanted to launch a rocket into the sky and plant a red flag on the moon! Hey, our Canglan's flag is black, why are you planting a red one!"

Wu Baiquan was indeed the cultivator who was the best at crosstalk. With his interruption, An Ling's originally depressed mood instantly turned into embarrassment. She twitched her mouth and said awkwardly, "Those were just nonsense after drinking. Forget it, forget it."

The two laughed for a while, and An Ling suddenly said: "But the first few sentences are true. This is my lifelong ambition, and it will not change until the day I die."

“It’s going to be very difficult.”

"I'm not afraid."

Wu Baiquan looked steadily at An Ling's determined eyes and suddenly smiled.

"Okay." He smiled and said, "Since you said so, I will follow you. From now on, if you tell me to go east, I will not go west."

An Ling said anxiously: "Brother, there is no need for that."

"It's okay. I won't work for you forever," Wu Baiquan shook his head and pretended to stroke his beard. "I can't do those things, and take care of so many people's food, drink, and toilet. We Canglan people only want these two things in our lives."

"One is chivalry, the other is freedom."

An Ling's eyes were red. She bowed solemnly to Wu Baiquan in her wheelchair and said, "An Ling, I would like to thank Young Master Wu."

"I told you to learn less from those pedantic scholars in the academy. How come you are so unfamiliar with me, your senior brother?" Wu Baiquan said with a smile.

"Oh yeah, what were you going to say?"

An Ling had actually already implicitly informed Wu Baiquan of his doubts. They were no longer of the same mind as that group of cultivators, and they had no way of turning back. So, instead of wasting time persuading people to turn back, it would be better to save their energy to deal with Xinyue and Futian Army.

An Ling thought for a moment and said to Wu Baiquan, "I was just about to say that I think we should start taking action."

"Have you figured out what our gang is going to do?" Wu Baiquan asked excitedly.

"Almost. In my imagination, this group... ahem, this alliance, first of all, must have military force to ensure that the rules I set can be implemented. Don't worry about that. With a few of us here, even if we recruit monks, they will not dare to cross the bottom line and do things outside the rules."

"Secondly, there must be rewards and punishments. Rewards refer to the incense and faith mentioned earlier. This system must be implemented in the areas we actually control, and it must have a certain mass base. I plan to use Yuantai Town and Liyang City as pilot areas first. Punishments are used to ensure that the people in the alliance, especially the monks, dare not attack ordinary people and the alliance. This point is combined with the first point, which is to suppress with absolute force."

Wu Baiquan suddenly asked: "An Ling, don't you always talk about freedom and democracy? Why are you suppressing it with force now?"

An Ling smiled mysteriously and said to Wu Baiquan: "Do you think that in this world where the bigger the fist, the more right it is, there will be people who will obey the rules? Don't we in Canglan Mountain not allow other cultivators to fly over our heads? Do you remember when this started?"

"Isn't it always like this?"

"Not really," An Ling said with a smile, "Seven thousand years ago, cultivators from other sects flew as they pleased. Sometimes cultivators from the Sky Dome Sect rode on black tortoises and flew over our heads, which seriously affected the disciples' cultivation life. So, the then sect master Ning Changdao went to each sect with a sword in hand to 'argue' with them, and only then did he establish the rule that 'except for the disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect, other cultivators are not allowed to fly over Canglan Mountain.'"

"If the sword is not sharp enough, who would care about us? Just because of our eloquent mouths?"

"I think what you said makes sense." Wu Baiquan gave An Ling a thumbs up.