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

In a cave, there was a woman wearing a classical white robe. Her long hair was tied into a bun and pinned with a sharpened wooden stick. She looked very ancient, and at the moment she was looking at a...gun?

This is a slightly long rifled gun. The muzzle is like an open trumpet, and it has a hammer and trigger at the back. However, the workmanship of this gun is still a bit rough, and some parts are obviously burred and thick. However, as a musket that can fire, it is already qualified.

The woman filled the gun barrel with some gunpowder, compacted it with a stick, and then placed a thumb-sized iron ball inside. She then pointed the muzzle toward herself. Looking at the pitch-black muzzle, there was no fear in the woman's beautiful eyes.

"Bang", with the sound of the machine gun opening, the gunpowder in the barrel was completely ignited, and a violent explosion occurred in the small barrel. The huge pressure that had nowhere to be released had to push the iron ball along the barrel and out of the muzzle.

With a "bang", the bullet was about to hit the woman in white in front of him, but two fingers blocked it. With a slight pinch of the fingers, the slightly black bullet was clamped between the two fingers.

"The power is average. It seems that the barrel is too short." He Ling picked up the homemade rifle, took a look at it, and then muttered to himself.

This gun was the product of He Ling's inspiration. It used the principle of the rifled gun in the 17th century in his previous life. The trumpet-shaped opening was for the convenience of filling gunpowder. It was about 35 centimeters long. After firing once, it would take a long time to fill the gunpowder. The range of this gun was somewhat touching, with a killing range of only about ten meters. Beyond ten meters, if an ordinary mortal was hit, it could not be said that there would be no harm, but it could only be said that there would be a big bump.

Even if it is ten meters away, as long as it does not hit the vulnerable parts, at most the skin will be torn and the bones cannot be broken. In short, the lethality to mortals is very limited, let alone cultivators.

Most cultivators have spiritual shields. Even if they have modern firearms, they cannot break through them in a short time, not to mention that others will not stand still and let you shoot them.

He Ling is equivalent to making a...toy for himself?

Although she already knew the result, she still felt a little disappointed. She had originally wanted to make a modern pistol to play with, but the power was just this. This power could only be used to deal with some ordinary wild beasts or to shoot birds.

She finally understood why no one developed modern technology in the immortal cultivation novels she had read in her previous life.

Throwing the gun aside, He Ling began to make accessories for starting cage No. 2.

The jingling sound continued until the next morning, when Qing'er finally emerged from her sleeve and hissed twice, reminding He Ling that today was the day to submit the talisman.

He Ling swung the hammer and struck the last blow, and a long strip of parts was finally completed. After a day and a night of continuous ironworking, the molten iron with the addition of spiritual ore had turned into spiritual iron, and its hardness had increased several times. Even He Ling couldn't help but break out in a sweat.

She touched Qing'er's head to indicate that she understood. It is worth mentioning that there was almost no sweat on He Ling's left wrist. Qing'er's body temperature was low, so her wrist was also cool.

Coming to the west side of the cave, there is a small pond. There is a huge rock beside the pond. There is a small hole above the rock, and clear spring water is flowing continuously. This is of course not natural, but the water is controlled by the formation. According to modern terms, it should be considered as tap water in the house.

With a wave of her white hands, a large amount of water splashed up. He Ling didn't have the habit of taking a slow bath, so the bubble rolled He Ling in. It turned left three times, right three times, and then the bubble burst by itself. Then He Ling made a hand gesture, and steam rose from her whole body. In a moment, He Ling looked like a brand new person again.

When he came to the room, He Ling raised his eyebrows. The red fox was still drawing talismans. There was a pile of talismans in front of it, at least four or five thousand of them.

After patting the red fox's head, the red fox realized He Ling's arrival and cried twice at He Ling.

He Ling felt a little guilty, "Xiaohong, just draw a fixed amount tomorrow. There's no need to work so hard."

The red fox whimpered twice again.

He Ling's face turned serious. "Xiaohong, Daddy is not joking. Compared to earning spirit stones, Daddy cares more about your health. No more painting. Go and rest first."

The red fox's eyes were wide open, with a hint of tears in them, and it whimpered twice with a hint of sob.

He Ling was a little afraid to look into the red fox's eyes. She put all the talismans on the table into her storage bag, then took out a dozen bottles of pills, "Xiaohong, you've worked hard during this period. Take these pills first, and come to me if you don't have enough."

The red fox walked out slowly, holding a pile of white porcelain bottles and with tears in his eyes.

He Ling looked at the red fox's unstable body and felt a little bit of pity in her heart. She thought to herself that she must buy some more monster meat to reward this little guy later.

After the red fox left, He Ling took out the talismans again. She wanted to sort them out again. When she counted the talismans at the bottom, He Ling was stunned. There was nothing on them. It was just a piece of talisman paper. At this time, He Ling thought that the red fox was dizzy and stuffed all the talismans in. However, the more she counted, the more she found something wrong.

There are more and more blank talisman papers. The further you turn, the more you see. Basically, they are all there. In total, there are only one or two hundred pieces of each type of talisman paper, and some of the talismans are not enough to count.

He Ling's teeth were chattering and even her eyes were a little red.

"Xiaohong, I trusted you so much, but you actually slacked off! And you slacked so hard!"

What followed was that He Ling confiscated most of the red fox's pills, but left two bottles for it as wages for drawing talismans. Then He Ling took a teaching stick and pressed the red fox's head to make it finish drawing the remaining talismans.

However, there were not many talismans left, and by the afternoon, the talismans were basically completed.

After delivering the goods to Baofu Pavilion, as soon as I walked out the door, I found that there were more monks coming and going on the road.

Some sounds were heard, and even though He Ling didn't pay attention, he could still hear them.

"Hey, did you hear that the team that found the Tianxin Grass last time teamed up again to look for the Changli Grass?"

"I've heard about it, but what was the result? Did they all fail outside?"

"No, on the contrary, they brought back the Changli Grass this time. I heard that many cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage and even senior cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage have gone to buy it."

"That team is really lucky. Why can't I encounter such a good thing?"

"Who says it's not true? And I heard that no one in their team died this time, not even one was injured."

"Oh, is there a special technique to avoid danger?"

"I'm not sure about that, but I heard that the Changli Grass was in a herd of beasts. They got it without encountering any danger. They must have used some means."

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