This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Guo Zichou smiled and asked An Ling to call him Uncle Master, which really made An Ling feel flattered. She said repeatedly: "Well, I haven't officially registered yet, so I can't be considered a disciple of the Sword Sect."

Guo Zichou frowned and asked in confusion: "Ah? What's that? We actually have to register?" Seeing An Ling looking at him in confusion, Guo Zichou coughed and explained: "Hey, you know the reputation of our Sword Sect. There are many cases where those immortal sects are too lazy to pretend to be the Sword Sect and ordinary mortals pretend to be the Sword Sect to cheat. If a martial arts conference is held here temporarily, anyone who can use a sword will claim to be a disciple of the Sword Sect, saying that they traveled the mortal world and exorcised demons. It sounds very convincing, but do we really have so many disciples? No!"

Guo Zichou continued, "You have my senior sister's sword and have practiced the sect's mental method, so you are a disciple of the Sword Sect. There is no way around it! Once you enter the Sword Sect's mountain gate, you will be a member of the Sword Sect for the rest of your life. Well, this is just an analogy. Anyway, our Canglan Sword Sect will always be your home, and no one can say you are not!"

An Ling recalled Qi Zhankou's previous warning to her, and thought about how she had been isolated and helpless since her debut, and had relied on herself to endure for so long. Hearing Guo Zichou's words, she couldn't help but feel tears in her eyes, and nodded vigorously: "Yes! Thank you, uncle master!" An Ling was very happy, she had a home again, and after constant loss and despair, she finally had a place to rely on.

"Alright, alright, stop giving me this horse piss," Guo Zichou swayed in front of An Ling and said meanly, "You were originally an ugly girl, and now you're crying, you're even uglier!"

An Ling was no longer sad. She looked speechlessly at the yellow liquid that Guo Zichou kept pouring into his mouth, and thought to herself: If what I am leaking is horse urine, then what are you drinking?

"What's going on, Master Nephew, tell me about it."

An Ling didn't fall for his trick. She was the one who first asked about his relationship with the Blood Vampire Sect, so how come she was the one telling the story now? She asked, "You haven't even told me your story yet, and you want to get it from me?"

Guo Zichou burped, poured the last drop of wine in the pot into his big mouth, shook his head for a long time, and then said: "My story cannot be found out by your small pot of wine. At least you have to add your story."

Looking at An Ling's angry little face, he laughed heartlessly. An Ling was helpless and could only explain her experiences to Guo Zichou one by one, but she still did not mention the important Soul-Binding Bell. It was not that she did not trust Guo Zichou, but it was too important. As long as she was not in Canglan Sword Sect, An Ling did not dare to mention anything related to it, for fear that the group of crazy people who were chasing after Old Man Wuqiu would immediately turn their guns on her.

"Is that so..." Guo Zichou muttered to himself, "Donghai... that can't be wrong, it's him, he's really an invincible hero!"

Seeing An Ling's anxious face, Guo Zichou smiled and said, "Don't worry, your master and the others are definitely fine and still alive. Don't always have such a bitter face, you're almost turning into a little bitter melon!"

An Ling stood up in shock and asked excitedly, "Really? Oh my God! Are they okay?"

Guo Zichou looked at his giant sword in an unfathomable way and whispered, "Yes, they are fine, that's the best news, isn't it?"

He stood up and walked to the cave entrance. When he passed An Ling, he slapped the ghost child lying on the ground on the head. Then he leaned against the cave wall, folded his arms and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said solemnly, "Do you want to hear my story?"

After An Ling silently complained about Guo Zichou's posing, she propped up her head and listened carefully to the story of a legendary figure - the debauched giant swordsman Guo Zichou.

"I used to have a wife," Guo Zichou smiled sweetly as he thought of the gentle and beautiful woman. "Her name was A Miao, and she was the best woman in the world."

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As an orphan, Guo Zichou, who was accepted as a disciple by the leader of Canglan Sword Sect because of his talent in swordsmanship, spent a difficult teenage years in the mountains.

The difficulties here mainly come from his senior sister Yu Lang who likes to make trouble. Yu Lang gets into trouble almost every day, and she likes to drag Guo Zichou to do bad things together every time. He obviously did nothing, he didn't pluck the crane's feathers, and he didn't mess up the books in the Sutra Library, so why is he always punished?

In this way, time passed slowly, and Guo Zichou grew up to be sixteen years old. One day, he was bewitched by his senior sister Yu Lang, and secretly flew down the mountain with her using the sword-flying technique that he had just learned not long ago, and almost fell to his death.

When they arrived at the market at the foot of the mountain, he just watched the fireworks for a while longer, and Yu Lang ran away to who knows where, and no matter how much he shouted, he couldn't find any trace of her.

He was walking aimlessly in the crowd, but unexpectedly he bumped into a girl disguised as a man. When the girl was bumped into by him, she was almost crying and hurriedly asked Guo Zichou not to reveal her identity.

Guo Zichou asked curiously, "Should I know you?"

In this way, the young swordsman Guo Zichou got acquainted with He Miao, a young lady from an official family in Shu County.

He listened to the girl's thoughts, and she admired his swordsmanship, and after a few interactions, they became best friends.

The young boy Guo Zichou blushed as he said, "You are the most gentle girl I have ever seen. I like you so much!" But he never expected that as soon as he said this, the girl slapped him hard and ran away sobbing, saying something like Meng Lang, Lecher, etc. as he ran.

Guo Zichou innocently touched his unscathed cheek and said to himself, "What's wrong? She is indeed the most gentle girl I have ever seen. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Chou, Chou, Guo! What are you doing!" He never expected that senior sister Yu Lang suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost, twisted his ear hard, and made Guo Zichou scream in pain.

"You mean, Senior Sister, I'm violent?"

"Yes!" said Guo Zichou.

Upon hearing this, Yu Lang let go of Guo Zichou, rubbed his ears, and said with his hands on his hips, laughing, "You are so right, hahaha! I don't want to be a gentle and kind woman! I want to be the strongest woman! One day, even Master may not be able to beat me!"

"Yu Lang!" The old man's furious voice sounded behind the two of them. Guo Zichou shrank back fiercely, wondering if the person behind him was some kind of secret technique from his sect? Why were both his master and his senior sister like this...

The sect master carried the two naughty monkeys back to the sect, and as he walked, he lectured them: "You two, can't you learn from Xiao Bai? I told you to study hard and practice sword skills, but did you practice? And you, you dared to bring your junior brother down the mountain without permission even though he had just learned the sword-controlling technique not long ago. Our Wanren Sword Cliff is so high, you are really lucky that you didn't fall to death!"

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"What happened later was nothing more than those few things." Guo Zichou came out of his memories and said calmly, "I sneaked down the mountain to help her solve the problem and destroy the family marriage... Then I kept getting beaten, sneaking down the mountain, and getting beaten... In the end, even Master couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to go to the He Mansion with me to propose marriage. What's the difference between immortals and mortals? It's just the difference between dying early and late. In this regard, you don't have to worry about the sect preventing you from having a relationship."

Guo Zichou continued, "She became my fiancée just like that. Three days before I was going to marry her... she died at the hands of an evil cultivator. I rushed over after receiving the news, but was still half a step too late."

The woman was lying on her back in a pool of blood. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Guo Zichou knelt on the ground, picked up the woman with trembling hands, and burst into tears.

He Miao, the man with bright eyes and white teeth, had all his tendons broken and his limbs twisted, and his face was peeled off and disappeared.

The evil cultivator wrote on the wall with her blood: Guo Zichou, this is your retribution.