This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

On May 20th of the 19th year of Qingping, the prime minister once again rejected the new emperor's wish to change the reign title because it was contrary to the calendar.

The pitch-black falcon flew across the sky, and after confirming its target, it swooped down.

When passing through a semicircular transparent barrier, the hoop on the falcon's neck suddenly emitted a faint blue light. Then, the falcon flew unhindered onto the falconer's arm and combed its shiny feathers with its beak.

After receiving the falcon, the falconer walked away quickly, through the streets and alleys, and came to a luxurious courtyard. He brought the beautiful falcon to a young man who was enjoying the scenery with his maid, raised his arm and reported: "Young master, Black Feather has circled the city, please take a look."

The falcon tilted its head, opened its mouth wide, and let out a loud eagle cry.

The young man took the falcon and stroked its body with great joy, while the monk standing next to him took out talismans and cast a spell.

The monk put his hands together to form a sword finger, tapped the falcon's head, and drew a yellow light from the falcon's brain. He put it into the talisman. The yellow talisman flashed for a moment, and then turned into a straight piece of paper, floating in the air. Seeing this, the monk respectfully bowed to the young master and said, "It's ready."

"Good, good!" The young master said with a smile, "You two deserve a reward!"

He picked up the talisman, put his arms around the maid's waist, and said teasingly, "Huan'er, do you want to come and see this wonder of heaven and earth? It's really boring to stay here for so long."

Huan'er pushed the young master's chest and said with a sweet smile, "I don't want it. It's so noisy outside. It's not as quiet and comfortable as the mansion."

"Well!" The young master did not force it. He loosened the ring and stuck the talisman on his forehead. In an instant, he saw the perspective of a falcon circling over the imperial capital. Looking from a high distance, the entire imperial capital was like a strict chessboard. Every street and every building was extremely meaningful, especially the white tower that reached the sky. It was even more majestic. Just standing there, it was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, giving people a strong sense of security.

However, outside the light blue semicircular defense formation of the imperial capital, it was a desolate place, with only a few royal hunting grounds still lush and green.

Just in front of the gate of the imperial capital, there was a large black shadow standing there quietly. Suddenly, a pair of eyes seemed to discover the falcon in the sky and glanced at it contemptuously. The young man was just watching the memory through the falcon's eyes, but was frightened by this glance and immediately exited the falcon's memory.

He took a step back and nearly fell into the pond, but fortunately the falconer held him up with his hands and avoided a tragedy.

The young man was soaked in cold sweat and his legs were shaking like sieves. With the support of everyone, he sat on a stone bench with a pale face and drank several cups of hot tea before he came to his senses.

"Young Master, what happened?" asked the monk. After all, he was the one who made the talisman. If there was anything wrong with the young master, he would be the first one to be held accountable!

The young master said with lingering fear: "One of the wild men outside the city seemed to have discovered me. The first glance he gave me almost scared me to death!"

"Perhaps he is a general of the Futian Army," the monk replied, "I can recite some meditation scriptures for you to calm your mind."

The young master sighed, "Okay, I can always listen to the scriptures you recite." He held Huan'er's hand, stood up, and walked into the Buddhist hall. The monk followed closely behind and recited scriptures for the young master.

In the courtyard, only the falconer, Huan'er, and the secret guards hiding in the dark were left.

Huan'er suddenly asked, "You two have been in the Wei Mansion for more than a month."

The falconer smiled and replied, "Yes, Sister Huan'er."

"Any plans?"

"Serving you, sir, is our greatest hope."

Huan'er sneered, and stopped talking without further explanation.

It doesn’t matter. Although the two of them are very capable, as long as they dare to hurt the second young master Wei, the monk Bu Tiansi, the imperial city guards, the secret guards brothers... and her, will never show mercy.

……

Two months later, An Ling came to the imperial capital again.

Now that the Futian Army that besieged the imperial capital has withdrawn, the imperial capital, which was originally almost sealed off, has selectively opened some passages. An Ling mixed in the crowd, and after a long review, finally entered the imperial capital.

Whenever the guards asked her why she was here, An Ling felt guilty for no reason. It would be hard to just say, "Am I here to kidnap the emperor?"

All in all, after going through a lot of difficulties, An Ling finally entered the imperial capital.

She sat in the teahouse, disguising herself as a traveler, ordered a pot of hot tea, and drank it by the window, while she began to think about what to do next.

To be honest, she really didn't want to act according to Ashura's words anymore. From Hongliu Town to now, her every move seemed to be under its control. Was what she did really what she wanted to do? Or was she being deliberately guided by it?

Thinking of this, her face became uncertain. Her experience was too passive, and all the clues seemed to rush to her.

As the sun set in the west, she made a secret decision in her heart and got up and left the teahouse.

An Ling's first stop on her trip to the imperial capital was to go to the palace to look for someone. She really wanted to meet Shao Shuang'er and talk to her about the recent situation in the imperial capital, but unexpectedly, when she just walked out of the teahouse, she felt a faint breath. She lowered the brim of her hat and walked towards a remote alley, and the owner of this breath seemed to be following her.

An Ling smiled secretly. This trick worked before, but now to her, it was just like walking at night with a candle.

After she locked onto the other person's position, black mist like water flowed out of her eye sockets, instantly covering her entire body and completely obscuring her breath. She then cast an invisibility spell on herself, leaped through the air, and quietly came behind the other person.

The man was dressed very simply, in a short grey cloth coat and a white headscarf. He also carried a vegetable stand on his shoulders. Two baskets and a scale made up the most primitive equipment of a vegetable vendor.

Seeing that the target was lost, the man calmly put down the vegetable stall, leaned his back against the wall, and quickly reached his right hand to the bottom of the cabbage and grasped the handle of the knife.

He said coldly: "Sir, please don't make it difficult for me."

An Ling did not say anything, but looked at him cheerfully. Well, this man had no spiritual power, but his lower body was solid and his muscles were full. He must be a martial artist. As for being "difficult", he was probably a member of an organization in the imperial capital.

But why follow her? An Ling thought that she had not done anything strange, nor had she exposed her identity as a monk. She was just a simple swordsman now.

Could it be that the imperial capital now monitors even those who simply practice martial arts?

An Ling was still pondering, but the expert disguised as a vegetable vendor couldn't keep his cool anymore. Apart from those old monsters, were there people in this world with such powerful breath-holding skills?

Could it be that this woman is a monk?

He touched the rune card hidden on his chest, but there was no reaction. This man should not be a monk.

An Ling smiled secretly, picked up a cabbage and threw it over. The man reacted instantly and chopped the cabbage stem with a knife.

The man swallowed his saliva, looked around for An Ling's attack, and said as if to give himself courage: "Come out! I see you!"

An Ling ignored him and turned into black mist, running quickly in the shadows. As for the vegetable vendor, she just left him alone to be suspicious!