Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

However, He Ling did not get to drink the wine in the end. It was the end of the year and most of the shops were closed and people went home to celebrate the New Year.

The originally bustling market seemed a little empty, and He Ling had no choice but to return home.

After the New Year, the amount of treasure spring in He Ling's body increased by one drop. Now she can increase the age of medicinal materials by two years a day.

He Ling originally thought that time would pass peacefully like this.

But the reality was not as she wished.

The story between her and Aunt Zhang spread, and no matter how Aunt Zhang fabricated the story about He Ling, the number of people interested in He Ling increased significantly.

Many people came to He Ling's residence because of her reputation, and were shocked by her beauty when they saw her in person.

He Ling's originally peaceful life was disrupted in this way.

There were always a few young men from the village standing in front of her house wanting to see her beauty.

This has seriously disturbed her life, and He Ling can no longer tolerate it. She takes a stick and beats anyone she sees.

He Ling's physique was many times stronger than that of ordinary people. These people were no match for He Ling at all. Some of them even wanted to resist, but only calmed down after being hit by a few sticks.

After a few interactions, He Ling gained the reputation of being a fierce woman in the village.

However, there are still some people with evil intentions who are watching from a distance.

He Ling felt helpless. She couldn't just beat someone to death.

Fortunately, she was growing medicinal herbs at home, and the amount of herbs that needed to be grown was not that many, so she was barely discovered.

But this is not a solution.

He Ling looked at the small mound outside the window and hesitated for a moment. Should he just leave like that?

But then He Ling shook her head. He Ling just wanted to live a good life here, and they had to come and disturb her.

Why was she the one who gave in? After all, He Ling had the soul of a man and a spirit of not wanting to admit defeat in her heart.

However, those people who were waiting and watching were indeed a trouble. The medicinal herbs she cultivated could not be discovered by others.

He Ling thought about it and came up with a solution, "Humph, let's see who dares to come here again."

The next day, He Ling hid several cultivated medicinal herbs and then went up the back mountain with an axe.

The crowd watching was a little curious and went over to see, but they found that He Ling was just cutting wood.

At first, no one thought it was a big deal, but gradually people noticed something was wrong. He Ling chopped wood neatly and efficiently, and could chop down a tree with just a few strokes of the axe.

Then cut down one tree and it’s the next one.

As everyone watched, He Ling chopped down more than a dozen trees in a row without even breaking a sweat.

Everyone was shocked for a moment, but then they looked at He Ling with fiery eyes. Although this woman was a bit fierce, she was pretty and strong. If they married her, they couldn't even imagine how much land she could plow with her brute force.

If He Ling knew what these people were thinking, he would probably want to beat them to death with a stick.

However, He Ling, who was cutting wood in the distance, naturally didn't know about this.

They cut down dozens more trees until the trees behind them piled up like a mountain, and then they stopped.

Then everyone looked at her. She picked up a tree with her left hand and another with her right hand, and carried them on her shoulders. She ran down the mountain as fast as the wind, as if nothing had happened.

After sharpening both ends of the wood, He Ling gathered all his strength and thrust it into the ground around the thatched hut. With a "plop" sound, half of the wood was buried in the ground.

Then he took out other wood and surrounded the thatched house in the middle, leaving only the main entrance for entry and exit.

The onlookers laughed. The woman had a good idea, but the wood was inserted too shallowly. It might be pushed crooked by someone's intentional push.

However, He Ling's next action stopped them from laughing.

He Ling went to the back mountain and dug up a few more bee-tail thorn vines and planted them around. If others wanted to push the wood, they would inevitably be pricked by the bee-tail thorns.

Seeing He Ling act so decisively, several people sighed and left.

They are not idlers in the village, and they all grow their own crops. But everyone loves beauty, and they also want to try their luck, maybe they can win the beauty.

After He Ling did all this, there were obviously fewer people around her in the next few days.

I thought they would settle down like that, but a few days later, a matchmaker came to their door.

As soon as she saw He Ling, she never stopped talking and praised him to the skies, almost saying that the man was a god from heaven.

He Ling rejected them all. When she met the matchmaker who kept talking, she gripped the long stick as thick as her arm and said, "If I can't reason with you, I do know a little bit about boxing and fighting."

When the matchmaker saw the long stick, she trembled with fear, and then became quite reasonable.

Another month passed before things finally settled down.

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Time flies, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Now, very few people come to her back mountain. Perhaps it is because He Ling has rejected too many people and hurt their feelings. Originally, there were a few people who would pass by He Ling, but now they take a detour.

So she felt quiet here.

It is worth mentioning that she was accidentally pricked by a bee tail thorn vine before. Although her physique has become much stronger, it still hurts.

She was so angry that she cursed her mother for two days, but then she remembered that it was the bee tail thorn vine that she had planted, and she immediately calmed down.

Over the next few days, He Ling quietly cleared the surrounding wood and beetail thorn vines.

Today He Ling went to the market early again and bought a bunch of auxiliary medicines.

This was her first and last medicinal bath, using century-old medicinal herbs.

Her body can now produce three drops of precious spring water a day, and it was only in the month after the Chinese New Year that she was able to cultivate these four century-old medicinal herbs.

As usual, I boiled water and put the herbs into the pot, but these century-old herbs were different.

The boiled medicinal soup no longer flows like water, but is as thick as asphalt.

After filling the bathtub, He Ling stepped in.

As soon as He Ling entered the bathtub, she felt her whole body getting hot. Then the temperature kept rising, and the water around her started to boil again.

He Ling gritted her teeth and persisted without saying a word.

However, the temperature came and went quickly, and only an hour passed.

My whole body felt cold again.

He slowly exhaled, and then he realized that the liquid in the bathtub was no longer as thick as before, but it was not as fluid as clear water either.

It seems that He Ling only absorbed part of the medicine, and the rest remained in the bathtub.

But He Ling was also satisfied. She had taken the first-grade medicinal bath about ten times in the past two years, and each time she used medicinal materials that were twice as old.

She believed that no one in the world had a deeper foundation than hers.

After all, if ordinary people got a hundred-year-old medicinal material, they would probably prepare to use it during the third or fourth forging, and would never use it during the first forging.

Only He Ling, who is endowed with a treasure spring, can do this.