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

In the small courtyard, the crown of a jujube tree almost covers the entire courtyard.

Under the tree canopy, a woman was sitting in front of a stone table, concentrating on writing something. She was holding a blood-red brush and drawing on the black paper. A talisman paper with a small sword symbol on it was completed.

"Huh." He Ling let out a breath. After copying for some time, she had a new understanding of the Golden Sword Talisman. However, He Ling still felt that something was missing before she could truly write the Golden Sword Talisman. As for what it was, she was still a little confused.

Qing'er, who was standing next to her, was also standing on the stone bench like a normal person, with a brush curled up in her tail, writing something on a piece of white paper.

He Ling put the talisman into the storage bag and turned to look at Qing'er's writing.

There were only a few big characters written on a piece of white paper, "Qing'er, Qing'er", in a very awkward manner. The children in the kindergarten could write better than her.

He Ling was speechless. She had been teaching Qing'er to write for a while, but after so much time, she had barely learned to recognize words, but it seemed that she just couldn't learn to write.

There is a kind of illiterate beauty.

He nodded Qing'er's head and sighed helplessly, "You, you."

Almost a month has passed. Previously, He Ling used some methods of immortal cultivators to stunned the magistrate of Yangshui County, who immediately agreed to evacuate. So now most of the people in Yangshui County have evacuated outside Wanglai Street. Even the other streets close to Wanglai Street are deserted at this moment.

Now, in the area of about three or four miles around He Ling, it can be said that He Ling is the only one left.

It was morning now and there was basically no one here. He Ling couldn't buy anything to eat, so he simply took a fasting pill and felt the situation in his body. Today's treasure spring was full again.

He Ling came under the jujube tree, stretched out her jade-like fingers, and then a silver thread dripped down. He Ling's body can now produce thirty-two drops of precious spring water a day, which can increase the lifespan of the plant by thirty-two years a day.

During this period of time, He Ling consulted some books one after another. Fortunately, the books collected by He Ling were relatively diverse, and contained all kinds of things. Only then did he know that the spiritual seeds' tribulation was equivalent to rebirth, which could not be said to be simple. Many spiritual seeds did not survive the last thunder tribulation, otherwise spiritual seeds in this world would not be so rare.

So He Ling has been trying to add years to the jujube tree during this period. However, after so many times of irrigation with the Baoquan Spring, the jujube tree seems to have not changed at all.

If the jujube tree had not already become spiritual and had not stopped He Ling from irrigating it, He Ling would have given up long ago.

During these days, the effect of the dates from the jujube tree in increasing the spirit and soul has finally stabilized. Although it is still only a trace, fortunately it can produce fruits stably.

He Ling became more and more certain that the thunder tribulation of the jujube tree would happen in the next two days.

During these days, the outside of the courtyard has become increasingly quiet, with a scene of impending storm.

After the precious spring was dripped, He Ling returned to the stone table and began to draw talismans. She had to prepare for what was to come.

By afternoon, the sky had already darkened. Dark clouds, as thick as ink, began to gather over Yangshui County. He Ling, who was drawing talismans, had a thought: "Is it coming? A thunder tribulation."

"Qing'er." He Ling called out, and the next moment the little green snake that was shaking its head to write turned into a green light and slipped into He Ling's sleeve.

Then the crown of the jujube tree swayed, as if blown by a strong wind. The crown slowly shrank and returned to the normal size of a jujube tree. At this moment, the jujube tree was no longer its original ordinary appearance. Strange patterns extended from the trunk of the jujube tree to the green branches on the crown.

The originally green leaves actually showed a tendency to turn red, as if this change had caused dissatisfaction from heaven. A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck the crown of the jujube tree from the sky, and instantly a branch became charred black, and a small section of the branch was directly broken off.

He Ling was just worrying about the jujube tree when another bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck He Ling directly. He Ling was a little surprised. Fortunately, Qing'er reacted quickly and dragged He Ling far away in advance, so that he could avoid the attack.

He Ling knew what was going on afterwards. She had been too close to the thunder tribulation before, and the thunder tribulation had affected her as well. Now that it had come out, the thunder tribulation no longer paid any attention to He Ling.

The transformation of the jujube tree was not over yet. The lines on the trunk became more and more dense. The green branches swayed, and many new buds grew out from the charred areas. In a short while, the jujube tree returned to its original state.

But this action seemed to anger the calamity cloud, and then three thunders struck down. However, this time, the leaves of the jujube tree were covered with a golden-green light, and each swaying green leaf seemed to be glowing. The thunder struck the green leaves, but only made the surface of the leaves a little charred.

The thunder in the sky seemed to be unconvinced and several more bolts of lightning struck down, but they were all blocked by this layer of halo.

The disaster clouds seemed to know that they could no longer harm the date tree and began to dissipate slowly.

He Ling's face lit up with joy, but Qing'er wrapped her wrist tighter. Feeling the tightness of her arm, He Ling felt a little strange, "Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"

But then He Ling knew what was going on.

The calamity clouds in the sky began to dissipate, but that did not mean the end. More calamity clouds began to accumulate until the entire sky was filled. Slowly, it was afternoon, and at this moment it was no different from night.

Then a bolt of lightning struck down, and a golden-green halo flashed, easily blocking the attack. However, the next bolt of lightning struck down immediately, as if afraid that the jujube tree would react. The thunder in the sky seemed to be relaying, and when one bolt of lightning struck down, it was immediately followed by another, and then the next.

The thunder was continuous, as if it would not stop until the date tree was reduced to ashes.

He Ling's heart was also in her throat. With so much thunder, not to mention the jujube tree, even she probably couldn't withstand it.

The courtyard was in a complete mess at this time. The houses had collapsed and even the ground was charred.

It was not until the last bolt of thunder fell that the calamity clouds in the sky slowly dissipated. He Ling was a little anxious at this moment. He stepped on a flying sword and went over to check the situation.

The originally lush treetops had now turned black, with no intact green leaves left on the branches, showing a charred color. The trunks were even worse, basically carbonized, with white smoke still emitting continuously from them.

He Ling had not used up the treasure spring in the morning, so she quickly stretched out her jade finger and let a few drops of golden-green treasure spring water drip onto the charcoal-like tree roots. After waiting for a moment, there was still no reaction.

He Ling couldn't help but sigh. She finally understood why spiritual seeds were so rare in this world. This violent thunder tribulation was too severe for even a spiritual plant, let alone a cultivator with many protective spiritual weapons, to withstand it.

He Ling was sighing when he suddenly heard a sound of shattering.