I Just Made a Sword Out of Lightning Struck Wood, and You Said It Was the Willow God

In Mount Emei in March, flowers bloom in the valley and spiritual energy revives. There is a small farmhouse in the mountains, and a green willow tree grows in the courtyard. Lin Jingzhe traveled to this parallel world. On weekdays, Songhua brewed wine, spring water cooked tea, and had nothing to do with the world. Until that day, while he was taking a nap under a willow tree, he unexpectedly wandered to a village and woke up under a withered black lightning-struck tree. "Wandering in a fugue for one minute, the fugue points +1." "Wandering in the sky for half an hour, I acquired the skill of refining weapons..." The fugue system was accidentally awakened, but Lin Jingzhe still spent his days lazily. The clouds are rolling and relaxing, day after day. He watched with his own eyes that the lightning-struck tree gradually came back to life, and he would sometimes break willows to play with and confide in her. I once got so drunk that I fell asleep hugging a willow tree. Until one day, the big willow tree turned into a white-clothed immortal figure and crossed the border and landed in Mount Emei... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.