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

The sun is shining brightly.

In the bustling city, a peddler wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had been selling his wares since morning, but he hadn't sold any of the wood carvings in front of his stall.

At this time, a boy wearing a small hat took another look at a wooden sculpture of a yellow cow. The peddler was shocked and was about to step forward to sell the product, but the woman next to him pulled the boy away.

The boy could only look at the wood carving a few more times reluctantly.

Before the vendor could feel disappointed, a wheel arrived in front of his stall.

"Give me a wooden sculpture of a snake, a cow, and a horse."

A cold voice came, with a hint of impatience.

The peddler looked up subconsciously and was stunned.

In front of him was a girl in a white dress. Her features were as delicate as finely crafted jewels, and her skin was as white as a peeled egg, without a single pore visible.

Her long black hair hung down, and her somewhat impatient expression actually made the vendor feel a little strange, with a unique flavor of charm.

Seeing that the person in front of her didn't move, the impatience on the face of the girl in white dress became more obvious, and she spoke in a bad tone.

"Deaf?"

The vendor finally reacted and didn't dare to look anymore. He quickly wrapped up the three pieces of wood carvings and handed them over.

The girl took it casually and threw a piece of silver over.

The peddler was at a loss for change, and when he finally got the change, he realized there was no sign of the carriage in front of him.

.............

"Master, we have arrived at Fulian Port."

In front of a huge port, the girl in white dress spoke respectfully to the carriage with a hint of fear.

Inside the carriage, He Ling, for the first time ever, did not collapse on the bed, and kept her clothes on.

She casually glanced out the window and saw a bustling scene of people coming and going all around.

"Sister Ling'er."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure hugged He Ling from behind.

He casually kissed He Ling on the face.

Only then did she look at the broken jade pendant in He Ling's hand, and a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

"Is this the token you promised me? After so much time, if that person didn't enter the foundation-building stage, he would probably be dead by now."

A trace of nostalgia flashed in He Ling's eyes.

This was her first time in Zhongzhou. She encountered an accident while sailing on a ship. Fortunately, she escaped unharmed. After arriving at the port, when they parted ways, the boatman broke a jade pendant into three parts and agreed that they could use the pendant to exchange for wine at his house.

"No problem, just looking."

.............

When they found the Chen family, all they saw was a dilapidated courtyard.

In the courtyard, an old woman lived with her son and daughter.

He Ling took out the jade pendant. There was a hint of trance in the old woman's eyes, and then she invited the person in.

The old woman was Boss Chen’s wife, named Shen. The son and daughter were not her children, but the children of Boss Chen’s shipmates.

After listening to Shen's story, He Ling slowly understood the whole story.

Boss Chen's journey as a sailor was not smooth. He lost his ship and owed Haimeng a large sum of money, so he had to work as a sailor for others.

After wasting more than ten years like this, he didn't save any money to buy a new boat. He was already quite old, and his cultivation level was only Qi Refining, and his aptitude was average, so there was no possibility of further progress.

Coupled with the hidden injuries accumulated from years of sailing, sailing became increasingly difficult for him. Finally, on his last sailing, he encountered a large-scale sea beast.

The ship capsized, and only he and another sailor survived. He was seriously injured, but the other sailor died within a few days.

He was a man of loyalty and raised the sailor's two children. He did this for five years before he died from a relapse of his injuries.

Now only his wife, Shen, and a pair of children are left. Fortunately, his children have grown up and can barely support the family.

After listening to their story, He Lingmin took a sip of tea and was speechless for a while.

Before leaving, He Ling left behind a storage bag containing many spiritual objects, which could easily support the three of them in achieving their foundation.

Shen seemed to remember something, chased out, and handed He Ling a letter.

When he opened it, he saw the fat man dressed as a Taoist priest named Ji Wudao.

The letter said a lot.

He also mentioned that if anyone could see this letter within half a year, they could go to a certain place to find him, where there was a great opportunity that he could take He Ling with him to find.

Looking at the signature, it was over forty years ago. No wonder Shen had forgotten about it at first.

"Ji Wudao? Who is this person?" Xiaoqing's curious voice came.

He Ling recalled the past and a smile flashed across his lips.

"Just a fat guy with puffiness."