In spring, the greenery is abundant, a flower playfully pokes out the window, and the curtains stirred by the wind bring a scent of earth. For a person whose whole body only the hands and head can move, these really don't mean anything.

My father said that when I was born, the Buddha statue that my grandmother worshiped suddenly collapsed, so he gave me this name. When I was 5 years old, I was paraplegic due to a car accident, and I could only move my hands and head. In the past 20 years, I have not given up on myself, since I only have my hands to move, then I will use these hands to the extreme. When I was 8 years old, I started to practice calligraphy and painting, I couldn't stand or sit steadily, so I asked my father to help me make a brace to support my body and practice calligraphy and painting, and in 20 years I practiced calligraphy and painting to the realm of masters. Although I have a small life, my calligraphy and painting are not worth much. In order to treat me, my parents sold their house, their ancestral home, their jewelry, and everything they could sell. My father was only 50 years old, but he looked like he was 70 years old. My sister, who is 2 years younger than me, is already a doctor in this hospital, and at the age of 23, she still has no boyfriend, not because she is not beautiful. It's because she tells the man every time that I have only one requirement for getting married, to bring my brother.

I didn't want to drag them down, I used to think that I could support myself with these hands, but the reality is always so cruel. I don't remember that I saw a passage in that book, which said that merchants are like ants, and those calligraphers and painters are like cicadas. When the cicada is alive, no matter how the cicada chirps, the ants ignore it. Until the cicada dies, the ants store the cicada's carcass as food. The same is true of calligraphers and painters, no matter how they create while they are alive, the merchants ignore them, and until they die, the merchants will stir up their posthumous works. I decided to be that cicada!

On such a morning when the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, I ended my life, and I felt that I was getting lighter and lighter, and I flew to the roof. Turning my head, I saw myself lying on the bed, and all of a sudden, I realized that I was so unwilling! Why? Why? Why did God do this to me???

This is the life of Ma Jingzen's simple tragedy!

Are there immortals in this world? Is there a hell? Do people have an afterlife? Ma Jingchan didn't know, until Ma Jingchan's soul roared, a voice sounded in his ears, and he was sure that there were really immortals in this world.

"Is it painful? I will give you a chance to live again!" a giant sword-shaped thing wrapped around his soul and flew into the clouds.

"Who are you???" Ma asked with a little horror.

The mysterious voice of "North Hell" said (a great tribute to Tomato, I really like the Wild Age!).

The white-clothed figure with a sword looked up at the endless chaos, "I don't even have a controller, I actually want to compete with me for my soul, he is just dead, and he is not a true spirit annihilation, and I don't want to take him away, his soul still belongs to you, I just arrange a place for him." Don't worry, I won't fight with you. ”

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When Ma Zen woke up, he found himself lying under a tree, well, it was probably a tree, although it was a bit too high. Visually measuring it is already more than 200 meters, which is impossible on Earth, because the tallest tree in the world that is still alive is only 115.2 meters, and scientists have calculated that when it grows to about 122 meters, it will lose the ability to continue to transport water to higher ground. So, it shouldn't be more than that high. That is to say, I crossed by myself.

He noticed a burning sensation in his left hand. And the right hand, well, at least can move, but the right shoulder and abdomen hurt to death. And there is a very numb feeling in the legs, what is the situation?

"Don't move, your left hand and left leg are frozen in the mist of the Ice Jiao. There was a three-finger-deep wound on his right shoulder, as well as his abdomen!, presumably from the Wind Blade of the Hurricane Demon Wolf," a voice from behind him said. Zen turned his head and saw a blonde man, "Uh, did you save me?" he said weakly. (I don't think it's a problem for pig's feet to understand the language, it's not difficult to use the means of the North Hell.) ）

"No thanks, as a Knight of Light, this is what I should do! Hello! I'm Cass Ferron, a junior third-order Knight of Light. "Hello, my name is Ma Jingzen. "Eh, very strange surname, let's sleep well, I'm just a junior third-order knight of light, if I can be promoted to an intermediate fourth-order knight, I can show the mercy of the god of light, so that you can recover a little faster." There's not much I can do to help you now," the blonde man said regretfully. "Okay! thank you!" Zen fell asleep groggily. In fact, he fell asleep because of the chaotic information in his head.

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"Hey, good luck boy, it's time to get up!" a coquettish voice woke me up. "Ava, don't make a fuss, he's seriously injured, let him rest more. "You're nosy!"

Ma Jingchan opened his eyes and raised his right hand to block out the dazzling sunlight. Wait! Right hand! My shoulder doesn't hurt so much! So does my abdomen! It seems that the information left by the Northern Immortal is true, because of the sword qi in his head, he almost has a cockroach-like physique (he can't be killed). The recovery is fast.

"Such a strong resilience, I think I know how you survived at the hands of two fourth-order demonic beasts!" Cass said. Ma Jingchan slowly sat up and said, "When I was young, I was often beaten, but this is a beating!" "Hey, boy, since you have recovered a lot, don't drag us down." We still have a trial to complete!Let's go, Cas!" Then I turned my head to see the owner of the coquettish voice, his dark hair hanging down his shoulders, and his apricot-like eyes showing a deep disgust.

"Ava, he can't get out alone......!

"Kas, thank you for your help, I'm not fragile enough to drag a woman down!Thank you! I'll go first!" Ma Zen, who didn't want to endure the taunt, got up and staggered into the forest. "Horse ......" Cass's voice was interrupted. "Cass, leave him alone. Leave him alone, let's go! Two more Rock Serpent Teeth to complete our trial!" Ava said. "He's going to die alone. Cass said. "What's the matter with us! It's good that we saved him once, you see that his weak magic fluctuations must be a waste, this kind of waste, running to the Demon Fang Jungle would have been sent to death. We can't take care of him all the time. There are still three days before our trial time, let's go and complete the task first!" "But he ......" "If you don't leave, I'll leave, see if you help him or help me." Ava picked up her wand and headed off in the opposite direction from Ma's Zen. "Alas......" Cass could only reluctantly catch up with her.

With words as the source, the closer the words are written to the Heavenly Dao, the more energy can be condensed.

This was the only sentence that Ma Jingchan could understand about cultivation on the sword qi in his mind, and he couldn't see anything else.

Is this the basis of my future existence?