This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling was awakened by the noise.

"I saw it with my own eyes. It was such a huge siren! Its mouth must be as big as three puppies. Then Anniu just pointed at it casually, and the siren died!"

"Is it true?" "You saw it with your own eyes? I think you must have peed your pants when you saw the Siren!" "Is the Siren really dead?" "I, I saw it too..."

very noisy……

An Ling forced herself to open her eyes and just as she was about to get up, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, causing her to lie back down on the bed.

"Hey! Wake up, wake up!"

The villagers gathered around, some tucked in the quilt, some served tea and water, some looked around... A group of people surrounded An Ling, as if they were looking at some rare animal.

An Ling had just woken up and her throat was thirsty. She gulped down the water and finally felt a lot better.

"Girl! How...how do you feel?" asked the lady in the grocery store.

"I... cough cough..." An Ling coughed twice, almost scaring everyone, "Aunt Zhang... Where's Aunt Zhang?" An Ling will never forget the last time she saw Aunt Zhang, so the first thing she asked when she woke up was Aunt Zhang...

Everyone was silent for a while, and finally a villager who couldn't bear it replied: "Girl, don't think about it, it's all in the past, Lao Zhang's family will take care of it."

The village chief replied, "Yes, don't think too much. It's good that you woke up. I asked the doctor to check you out. Two bones in your chest were broken. He used some good medicine. You will be fine after lying down for a month."

Good medicine?

An Ling's face changed. She didn't have much savings.

The village chief seemed to understand something and coughed, saying, "It's okay. This is the money that everyone in the village pooled together to pay for. At that time, many people saw that you killed the sea monster. We can't not even help you pay for the medicine."

An Ling felt warm in her heart and looked at the familiar faces around her with a smile. It turned out that the simple villagers were still so kind-hearted.

Everyone still looked at An Ling expectantly, and An Ling understood.

She stumbled over her words, "Actually, I don't know what happened. At that time... uh, it was very sudden. I just started... oh, I can't really tell what happened."

She thought about the matter of the sword light but still didn't say it. During that "synchronization", she found that the man seemed to be fighting with someone, and it was a high-level battle. It is better not to get involved in these things.

"Oh! I said Anniu is spiritual! She is definitely destined to be an immortal. Our village has finally produced an immortal!" Boss Yu was the first to stand up and support An Ling.

Everything that happened afterwards went smoothly. The villagers were talking at once, just like the scene in An Ling's previous life when a college student emerged from the village. Everyone began to imagine her future.

"If Qingfeng Temple can accept Anniu, even if she becomes an outer disciple who sweeps the floor, then Old An's family will be honored, and the immortals from Qingfeng Temple will come to our place to fight sea monsters!"

In the previous life, they might have talked about Tsinghua University or Peking University, but now the only thing the villagers want to know is the only sect in the town, "Qingfeng Temple".

It's not their fault that they have little experience, it's just that this world is too big and there aren't many educated people in the village. An Ling's understanding of cultivation and the world still comes from what the storyteller in the town has told her. Naturally, the only sect in the town is considered an unattainable immortal sect by the villagers.

But An Ling never thought that Qingfeng Temple was a real immortal sect. She had gone to inquire about it. Rather than being an immortal sect, Qingfeng Temple was more like a group of charlatans who had learned some superficial magic. They could fight the little mermaid just now, but it would be too difficult for them to fight against more powerful monsters.

When the villagers were trying to make friends with An Ling and were planning to ask An Ling to put their children into Qingfeng Temple, An Ling gently interrupted them: "Everyone, I'm a little tired now, can you let me rest for a while?"

Most people still maintain basic decency, but there are always some shameless people.

"Tsk, why are you so proud... Isn't it just a chance to enter the Immortal Gate..." Outside the house, after the last person who was cursing left, An Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingfeng Temple...if there is really no other way, go there...this so-called "immortal gate" will only help people with connections to exorcise demons, so the three immortals of the East China Sea, who are chivalrous immortals who help fishermen unconditionally, are loved by countless fishermen.

"The Three Immortals of the East China Sea...sigh..." It was impossible to say that she didn't care. After all, they could be considered An Ling's idols since she was a child. But now a year was almost over and they still had no news. In addition, Aunt Zhang was suspected to be used as part of her so-called "test", which made An Ling very disappointed.

"Ouch!" Someone seemed to hit her forehead lightly. An Ling found out it was a paper crane, which stopped in front of her after hitting her. Under the paper crane, there was a long, tightly wrapped object hanging.

"Paper crane... can really fly?" An Ling murmured to herself.

A beam of light shot out from the paper crane and pointed directly at An Ling's brow. A huge stream of information instantly swept through her mind.

The voice of a strange man appeared directly in her mind: "An Ling, I am entrusted by the Three Immortals of the East China Sea to give this item to you with my master's teachings. I hope that you will have a smooth journey to immortality in the future and do not forget the chivalrous heart of the Three Immortals. You still need to guard against arrogance and impatience, work hard to practice, and live up to the reputation of Canglan!"

Yu Lang’s message followed closely.

"An Ling, the three of us are getting ready to go out to sea. I just remembered that the one-year period with you is almost over, and I have no choice but to leave you a message in this way. I'm really sorry. In fact, you have passed the test a long time ago, but we didn't find you because we couldn't think of how to teach you at the moment, so we left ourselves a year to compile the inheritance. If anything unexpected happens, this message, our lifelong learning, and my former sword Xiangzhu will be entrusted to you by someone you trust. I hope you can stick to your original intention and move forward firmly. If you practice the "Dielang Sword Art" to the third level or above, go out for a walk and tell Bai Lin of Canglan Sword Sect what happened in the East China Sea. By the way... also help me tell him that I really didn't take his wine gourd."

After An Ling finished reading, her collar was soaked with tears: They... unexpectedly also met with an accident... The sea monster that killed Aunt Zhang was not a deliberate test by them, but was delayed by something and was unable to come to save them...

How could this happen? Is this why good people don’t live long?

An Ling opened the package with tears in her eyes. Inside was a women's sword about three feet long. It was slender as a whole, with a metallic white glow. There was no extra decoration. Only the hilt was carefully wrapped with bandages in circles. The word "graceful" was engraved on the sword: "Xiang Zhu".

……

An Ling cried for a long time. After calming down, she began to read the message left for her by Sanxian.

This is a very magical experience. The things left for her by the Three Immortals exist in her mind like the Internet. It is more convenient to read than the electronic products in her previous life. There is no need to read them at all. They will be automatically imprinted in her mind and she cannot forget them even if she wants to.

The compressed file was filled with the masters' love. It contained not only unique skills, but also common sense, maps, information about the world's sects, etc. An Ling even found many skills from other sects. It seemed that they had taken care of An Ling's needs from a remote fishing village and helped her "learn literacy".

An Ling found a message somewhere, so she touched it with her consciousness, and heard Yu Lang's slightly arrogant voice: "These are the skills I borrowed from other sects back then, but those bald guys in Rulu Temple found out and almost beat me half to death! My little disciple, help me beat up every bald guy you see in the future, okay?"

An Ling was ashamed. She finally understood why there were so many skills from other sects...

As she continued to read, she gradually realized how legendary the Three Immortals of the East China Sea were:

Yu Lang, once an elder of Canglan Sword Sect, one of the six major sects, yearned for freedom, so he ran away alone and wandered around the world with his two brothers, exorcising demons and monsters; Liu Xiahui, the former Minister of War in the imperial capital, was both civil and military, but was blinded and mad after being framed and imprisoned. After being rehabilitated, he was unwilling to return to the imperial capital, so he followed Yu Lang to travel the world; Xie Kurong had no information, only some of his particularly conspicuous poems: Half a life of wildness and half a life of killing, thousands of miles of lonely graves are all people's homes. The murderous aura is chilling, and it is obvious that he is a ruthless person.

Shocked by the power and complicated experiences of the Three Immortals of the East China Sea, An Ling secretly made up her mind to practice hard and never let down the expectations of her masters.

After sorting out the information, she decided to wait until she was well again and then start practicing according to the study plan arranged by Yu Lang: first learn "Qi Yin Jue" and "Basic Sword Technique One", and then learn sword techniques after laying a solid foundation. An Ling believed that as long as she practiced hard, one day, she would be as powerful as her masters.