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

It was late autumn, the surrounding trees had turned red, and dark mist and rain were falling.

The scenery is covered with a layer of gauze, making it look a little hazy.

He Ling glanced out the window, picked up the small stove on the table and poured herself a cup of hot tea.

A burst of floral fragrance filled the air, and strands of white spiritual energy transformed into substance and dissipated.

After drinking a cup of scented tea, He Ling held a white jade pen in her hand. The spiritual energy like thick ink gathered at the tip of the pen. The jade pen flew, and a misty mountain forest slowly appeared on the drawing paper.

She was not doing it out of interest, but was practicing a magical skill from the tradition of talismans, called the Wanlingjun Divine Diagram.

Use the talisman brush to draw mountains, rivers and living creatures every day. Over time, a touch of spirituality will be cultivated, and with further nurturing, it will become a magic weapon of talismans.

It is not easy to refine this magical weapon. He Ling practiced for a long time before he achieved some success.

After the last stroke was completed, the misty forest on the picture seemed to come alive, flashing with a faint glow, gently floating on the drawing paper, as if there was really a forest hidden in the painting.

This scroll is not an ordinary magic weapon. The drawing paper was made by He Ling using the "leftover materials" of a 500,000-year-old soul-nourishing willow, and framed with the heart of a 100,000-year-old soul-nourishing tree. Even the bone axis is made of the core of a laurel tree.

It can be said that the whole body is a treasure.

As for the bamboo fruit, she forcibly planted it under He Ling's terrifying treasure spring.

She first cultivated the spiritual bamboos that grew better separately. After breeding them for several generations, she picked out another batch and mixed them with other batches. Finally, one of the black bamboos bloomed, but it did not bear fruit.

She then selected the best bamboos from the blooming ones and cultivated a large number of them.

After several rounds of screening, even the legendary divine object such as bamboo fruit was cultivated by He Ling into black bamboo with a high probability of producing bamboo fruit.

Now not only is the tip of the jade pen in He Ling's hand made of bamboo, but there is also a large amount of bamboo in her Baoquan space.

However, these bamboo fruits cannot be eaten and have no other uses. He Ling has not yet found any other uses for them, so he has to throw them into the Baoquan space.

After taking a Xuanmo Pill, she took a short rest and then picked up the jade pen to start painting.

Although her magical power - mind power is very strong, and she doesn't even know the limit of her mind power, He Ling is still a human being after all, and she has to find something to do.

With a sound of "branch", the bamboo door opened and Xiaoqing, wearing a straw raincoat, walked in. She had fishing gear in her hands, and two big fish were floating beside her.

If other people saw this kind of scene, they would probably be extremely surprised. After all, who would have thought that a powerful Yuanying cultivator would actually go fishing.

As soon as she entered the door, she took off the straw raincoat from her shoulders, shook off the raindrops, and moved closer to He Ling.

He Ling kissed her on the lips with ease.

Then his eyes turned and looked at the scroll on the table.

Liu Qing was a little dissatisfied, but seeing Sister Ling'er's focused expression, she didn't want to disturb her.

He had no choice but to lie forward and hang on He Ling.

After a while, she seemed to remember something and a blush appeared on her face.

"Sister Ling'er, what's the point of always painting landscapes? Why don't you paint something else today?"

Xiaoqing's suggestion piqued He Ling's interest. She thought that they had indeed spent less time together because of practice.

She looked at Xiaoqing with a gentle expression, "What do you want me to draw, Xiaoqing?"

Xiao Qing moved and came to He Ling, "Sister Ling'er, why don't you draw me?"

He Ling nodded and changed a piece of drawing paper. She didn't want to use Xiaoqing as a magical weapon.

As the pen tip moved, Xiaoqing made a sound.

"Wait, Sister Ling'er."

Just as He Ling was wondering.

Liu Qing's face flushed as he reached for his waist and pulled out a white ribbon, which was Xiaoqing's belt.

The clothes were no longer restrained and fell naturally to the ground.

Liu Qing's hands did not stop, and she reached for the buttons on her chest. This time her movements slowed down. She felt as if her face was burning. She knew that Sister Ling'er had seen it countless times, but at this moment, the shame in her heart seemed to be surging like a sea.

But in the end, the buttons were undone, the clothes slipped off, revealing a large area of snow-white.

Xiaoqing was wearing her inner clothes, so only her two white arms and long white legs were exposed.

For He Ling, who had already eaten meat, this was not a very erotic scene.

However, Xiaoqing's blushing face added a touch of pink to the scene.

He Ling only felt a dry cough in his mouth.

"Sister Ling........er...please draw quickly." A shy voice came.

He Ling even felt as if there was a fire burning in her lower abdomen.

She glanced at it quickly before turning her gaze back to the paper.

But it became increasingly difficult afterwards. Every time she drew a stroke, the image of the small jade body appeared in her mind.

After just a few strokes, she began to breathe heavily.

Finally, she threw the jade pen onto the table and pounced towards Xiaoqing.

With a "plop", He Ling had already pressed Liu Qing under her.

Feeling the warmth from Sister Ling'er, Liu Qing laughed as if he had succeeded.

She put her arms around He Ling's neck, her silky hair spread behind her head, and there was a smirk of triumph on her face.

"Sister Ling'er, why don't you paint anymore?"

Seeing Xiaoqing's appearance, the fire in He Ling's heart was like dry firewood poured with hot oil, instantly igniting the last bit of He Ling's rationality.

Her voice was a little hoarse, "Xiaoqing..."

Before she could finish her words, Xiaoqing took the initiative to kiss her.

He Ling stopped talking and responded to Xiaoqing fiercely.

It rained heavily tonight. Raindrops as big as soybeans fell on the bamboo house, and the "drip-drip" sound continued.