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Chapter 1 Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree
One thousand five hundred and twenty years of the Yuan calendar, Jiangshui City!

The night is dark and snow is falling.

The wanton cold wind howled through the city, biting and freezing.

For the wealthy family, this night was just the first snow of winter, covering the bleakness of autumn and bringing the strange scenery of winter.

For the beggars in the city, this night was a disaster of life and death.

In the alley, gray bricks are piled up like walls, standing on the thick snow.

The beggar in cloth clothes curled up in the corner, motionless, with a thin layer of snow covering his body.

Suddenly, the beggar's stiff chest rose and fell again, slowly and firmly.

'This is where? '

'Am I not dead?'

Zhang Yuanzhu was in a daze, his thoughts extremely confused.

The memories that kept emerging in his mind, as well as the coldness and pain coming from all parts of his body, made it impossible for him to concentrate.

I can only try my best to find the broken fragments in the messy memories.

In the neighboring country’s industrial park, electric shocks, water dungeons, blood drawing, and other tortures are used.

Unable to bear it any longer, he mustered up the courage to flee on the same night that a roommate named Liang chose to flee.

He tried his best, wearing slippers, and ran towards his motherland like crazy for thirteen hours without sleeping, eating or drinking.

But in the end.
"Failed!"

The bullet that pierced the head ended all struggles.

Since he is dead, where is this?
Zhang Yuanzhu tried hard to open his eyes, and all he saw was a vast expanse of white.

'Heavy snow? '

He was surprised because he hadn't seen snowflakes for a long time since he was imprisoned in the park.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes moving slowly as he carefully took in the surroundings.

Gray walls, dark night, falling snow, and
Not far away, a straw mat woven from rice straw was rolled up tightly, and you could vaguely see the slight undulations of the mat.

The moment I saw the straw mat, an indescribable resentment rose in my heart.

At the same time, the chaotic memories in his mind poured into his consciousness even faster.

That was the memory of a beggar.

The son of a farming family for generations, he suffered from severe droughts for years. Instead of providing disaster relief, the imperial court imposed heavy taxes.

They fled and fought for food. In the end, their father and mother died, and only the beggar survived.

The only remaining beggar had his warm straw mat stolen in the first snow and fell down!
Zhang Yuanzhu frowned, stretched out his arms, and looked downcast.

A thin hand, frozen to a purple hue, came into view.

'Did Zhuang Zhou dream of a butterfly, or did the butterfly transform into Zhuang Zhou, or something else?'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured, the confusion in his heart had not yet fermented.

A cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew past, and in an instant my chaotic thoughts turned into drowsiness and sleepiness.

"not good!"

I'm afraid I'll never wake up from this sleep.

He slammed his palm down on the snowflakes, and the pain from his palm woke him up.

At this moment, I can no longer care about random thoughts.

If you continue like this, you will die!
Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the straw mat not far away. That was the hope of survival!
He lay on the ground, moving his frozen hands and feet.

After a few breaths, he reached into the snowflakes and groped around.

Soon, a hard object was held in his palm.

He pulled out his hand, and a sharp green stone appeared in the palm of his hand.

"The original owner's self-defense weapon is still here."

Zhang Yuanzhu thought.

After all, it is just an ordinary bluestone and has no value at all.

Just as he was trying to crawl over and fight desperately, an instinct arose in his heart.

It seemed as if it could swallow the blue stone.

Follow your instinct.

The next moment, the green stone disappeared directly in the palm of his hand.

And Zhang Yuanzhu's consciousness also reached the depths of his soul under the influence of an unpredictable force.

There is no top or bottom, no light or boundary, only a seed standing quietly in the center, beating slowly.

The seeds are mostly green, full of vitality, with several brown lines wrapped around them, full of the vicissitudes of time.

Ancient and sacred!
The first time Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the seed, it sprouted!

Roots penetrated the shell, and a delicate leaf emerged, carrying an indescribable mystery and vitality. Above the leaf, the vanished bluestone quietly hovered.

'Seeds? Sprouting? What?'

This thought just came into my mind.

The sprouting seeds emit green rays of light, which intertwine and collide, and finally converge into an upright mirror.

When the brilliance collides, a kind of enlightenment arises in the heart.

The Dharma has a primordial spirit, which is the seed of the seven treasures magic.

Seeking the seven treasures of the world is a technique that is achieved by practicing seven completely different fundamental methods.

When the supernatural power is fully developed, it can wipe out all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, billions of lives, and infinite time and space.

As he was thinking, the green light formed a mirror, and lines began to spread and merge, becoming words that he could understand.

Master of Supernatural Powers: Zhang Yuanzhu
Palm Control: [Ordinary] Bluestone (Attribute: Hard)

Realm: mortal

Skills: None
Skills: None

An extremely simple panel appeared in front of him.

"The master of the Seven Treasures Magical Powers?"

Ripples appeared in the depths of Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

The Seven Treasures Magic Technique made him unconsciously think of the old Buddha in the ancient books.

As for the mirror formed by the green glow of the young leaves, it is just the simplest application of this magical power.

Consciousness gradually returned to reality, and the biting coldness once again came from all over the body.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at his unchanged palm.

Then, tap gently!
boom!boom!
The dull sound of impact was not abrupt amid the howling cold wind.

Zhang Yuanzhu felt the touch of his palms colliding, his eyes filled with understanding. Is this what hardness is?
His skin was as smooth as bluestone, and I wondered if it could withstand swords and knives.

Without bothering to do more research, Zhang Yuanzhu lay on the ground and slowly crawled towards the straw mat.

sand~sand~sand~
The sound of bodies scraping against the snow continued to be heard.

After about a cup of tea, Zhang Yuanzhu crawled to the straw mat, with thick snowflakes already falling on his body.

The child looked toward the opening of the mat.

An old man with a wrinkled face and gray hair came into view.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent. It was the other party who took the straw mat and caused the original owner's death.

He stretched out his hand, and a sharp bluestone appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Suddenly, it stabbed the old man's closed eyes.

Stab it!

Blood gushed out along with screams, splashing on the child's hands and face.

The unique warmth of the blood made Zhang Yuanzhu's arms rise and fall faster.

Swish! Swish! Bang!
Soon the wailing fell silent, leaving only the dull sound of rocks hitting flesh.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the old man whose eyes were bulging, nose was collapsed, and even his neck was abnormally crooked.

Laughed softly.

"hehe!"

The laughter was weak, but full of joy.

The old beggar is dead!
Holding a sharp weapon, it is not difficult to kill an old man even if he is a dying beggar.

The most difficult part is psychological, but whether it is a beggar struggling to survive or Zhang Yuanzhu who has experienced all kinds of torture in the park, it has never been a problem.

The most difficult thing now is how to survive this snowstorm and wait until dawn.

Bluestone is hard and cannot keep out the cold, so people will still freeze to death if they are destined to.

Moreover, the fierce fighting just now had exhausted his last bit of strength.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the straw mat.

The next moment, the straw mat disappeared.

Deep in the soul, above the green leaves, a tattered straw mat floats on it.

Control: [Ordinary] Straw Mat (Speciality: None)
‘No? ’

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the information on the panel, a hint of disappointment flashing across his eyes.

Then he turned his gaze to the beggar's body.

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