This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Such a terrifying skeleton sergeant, but there is actually a group of...

The inner room fell into a strange silence. The three people had different thoughts, but they all began to worry about the future of the people in Hongliu Town and themselves.

An Ling was the first to break the silence. She asked, "Since it is a military formation, there should be military discipline and regulations, even for monsters. But why did this skeleton soldier keep moving in that direction? What is there that attracts it? And the military formation should have a leader. If we directly eliminate the leader, can we weaken their threat or even eliminate them directly?"

"Well...it's possible. What you said makes sense. We still need to think about this matter carefully. Moreover, this is far beyond our ability to solve. We must report it to the government and the Immortal Sect."

"What is the process of this report?" An Ling asked.

Wu Yu shook his head and said, "It's very troublesome, and when the immortals come depends on their mood."

Huh? How could this happen? Don't immortals always exorcise demons and monsters everywhere?

Seeing An Ling's shocked expression, Wu Yu stopped talking. He felt that An Ling was the kind of person who grew up in an immortal sect and was not concerned with worldly matters. These twists and turns might subvert her values. For her own good, he decided not to say anything.

So he smiled and replied, "It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"Okay, let's put this matter aside for now. Master An, do you want to stay and have a quick meal?"

"Thank you so much, Master!" An Ling was eager to eat here. Qingfeng Temple was a giant in Hongliu Town, and this meal was probably the best she had ever eaten in her life.

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The banquet was ordered by the people from Qingfeng Temple from a restaurant in the town. I have to say that the food in the restaurant is delicious. Although they are not rare dishes, they are also very exquisite: seasonal vegetables, fresh seafood, soft and glutinous meat dishes with fragrant sauce...all kinds of dishes are mouth-watering.

After three rounds of dinner, An Ling was infected by the warm atmosphere at the table and drank two glasses of wine. In less than a quarter of an hour, she got drunk and ran excitedly to the street, saying that she wanted to perform a sword dance for everyone.

An Ling was seen spinning lightly with lotus steps, stroking the sword and gazing at the moon, as if in resonance with Xiang Zhu. Then she moved like a rabbit, the sword light was like water, and ink was splashed with great ease. Everyone saw her beautiful figure shrouded in layers of sword light, but it was so fast that they could not see clearly at all, and their eyes could only barely keep up with the person's position.

"Go!" An Ling shouted, and the multiple layers of sword intent of "Dielang Sword Art" added together, making Xiangzhu emit a sharp white light, which was daunting. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in the battlefield where the nameless swordsman was fighting with everyone. The sword in her hand echoed with the moon in the sky, and she immersed herself in the wonderful sword intent... Suddenly, her eyes opened, bursting with unprecedented light, and she stabbed the crescent moon in the sky with a sword!

How could the moon be pierced? But An Ling's sharp sword energy rushed straight into the sky, piercing through the layers of dark clouds, and with one sword, the area around the moon was cloudless.

"Huh..." After dancing with the sword, An Ling leaned on the ground with the sword. The cold moonlight shone equally on every inch of the mountains and rivers, just like it did a thousand years ago. And now, the ancient moon also shines on the people of today.

An Ling was dressed in a coarse linen dress, with messy hair scattered on her temples, but she could not hide her elegance. She just stood there, like the incarnation of the clear and bright moonlight, making people fall in love with her at first sight.

The onlookers remained silent. It was not until An Ling finished speaking for a while that they turned around in confusion and finally burst into deafening applause!

"Immortal An is not only a master swordsman, but also extremely charming! She is truly a fairy under the moon!"

After tonight, An Ling's grace will probably remain in many people's hearts and become an unchanging memory...

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The next day, An Ling woke up from a hangover and said goodbye to the Qingfeng audience. Before leaving, she was stuffed with many gifts by the enthusiastic disciples.

"See you later!" She bowed to everyone and planned to walk back to the fishing village. After turning the corner of the street, she began to miss her full "harvest" again. As a result, when she looked down, she found that the storage ring was gone!

This discovery was like a basin of cold water poured over her from head to toe, and also like being struck by lightning, making her feel as if her heart was dead.

She looked at it over and over again, unconvinced, and touched all over her body, trying to make it appear, but to no avail.

"Where's my ring..." An Ling murmured to herself.

She hurried back to Qingfeng Temple and looked everywhere along the way, but found no trace of the storage ring on the ground.

"How could this happen..." An Ling sat dejectedly on the threshold of Qingfeng Temple as if she had lost her soul. Beside her was her newly-acquainted senior sister Lin Qingqing, who was comforting her.

Lin Qingqing said gently: "It's okay, we'll look for it again, we'll definitely find it."

An Ling looked up. She was so frightened that she couldn't hold back her expression. Her face twisted and she asked unwillingly, "Sister, are you sure my ring was no longer on my hand last night?"

The senior sister pondered for a moment, and carefully recalled the scene when she moved the drunk An Ling to the room yesterday. She said awkwardly: "I think... no, I can't remember it clearly now that you put it that way."

The corner of An Ling's mouth twitched, and her heart became even darker.

"Junior Sister An! I have found a method to find objects! Come and see this!" Tang Feng, the eldest senior brother of Qingfeng Temple, rushed over with a yellowed book and showed the contents to An Ling.

An Ling asked with some embarrassment: "This is not good, this should be the secret of your sect. I am just an outsider, please don't show it to me..."

"Hey, it's okay. People in our line of work, from those in regular Taoist temples to country gentlemen, all know this trick. After all, there are always a lot of people looking for things, and it's a regular part of our job. Besides, everyone can learn these little spells, so don't worry." Tang Feng explained.

An Ling finally felt relieved. Comparing the contents of the book with the guidance of senior brother and sister Tang Feng, she quickly learned this practical little skill.

"Jia is Zhen, Yi is Li, Bing is Xin, Kun is Ding, Qian, Wu is Kan, and Ji is Xun. If you lose something on Geng day, look for it on Dui. And on Ren and Gui day, look for it on Gen." Combining the hand gestures with the path of spiritual energy, An Ling successfully performed the technique called "The Art of Finding Objects".

"Storage ring... storage ring... it's all black with red patterns... and there are a few small pearls on it..." She continued to enhance her "description" of the lost item in her mind. According to Tang Feng, the more detailed the description of the lost item and the closer the relationship with the practitioner, the higher the probability of success!

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and seemed to see something:

One night, the moonlight was exceptionally bright, and her storage ring fell on the brick floor and was taken away by a hand with slender fingers but dark and rough!

"I saw it! My ring was taken away! It must have been last night!" An Ling suddenly opened her eyes and shouted.

She described to them what she "saw".

"So, who is the owner of that hand?" Tang Feng put his hand under his chin and thought seriously. Senior Sister Lin Qingqing beside him seemed to have thought of something and said, "Junior Sister An should have lost the ring after the sword dance. The moon was already high in the sky at that time, and there shouldn't be many people walking on the street. We can find the person who picked up the ring through investigation."

An Ling nodded, and then thought of something else, and asked pitifully: "Um, is there any magic that can check the surveillance? Uh, I mean, can we use some magic to directly check if there are people passing by this road?"

Tang Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Junior Sister An, if you want to have such an effect, then this technique has already touched upon the realm of time, which is not something we can master!"

Everyone sighed at the same time. Brother and sister Tang Feng continued to rack their brains to think of some magic that could help An Ling. At this time, a big yellow dog ran past them, wagging its tail happily.

"That's it!" An Ling stood up excitedly and hugged the dog!

"Woof woof woof!" The dog did not have a good face towards this female hooligan. He barked loudly in An Ling's arms and struggled violently, attracting the attention of people on the street, as if they had caught a dog thief.

An Ling broke out in a cold sweat, "Dog... Brother Gou, please stop barking. I just want you to do me a favor. It's very simple. If you can help me find the ring thief, I will buy you anything to eat!"

After a long time of trouble, they found the dog's owner. After some communication, the three of them took the dog back to the place where An Ling was dancing with the sword like crazy last night. They also waved An Ling's hand under the dog's nose to get it familiar with An Ling's scent so that it could find people.

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"This is the good dog who has mastered the 'law of time'!" An Ling and the other two brought the dog to a dilapidated house and exclaimed sincerely.