Cultivation Reincarnation One Hundred Worlds

Burning summer, cicadas singing.

Loud noises make people feel abnormally irritable.

"...".

Xia Yi hit his butt on the ground, he looked at everything around him in confusion, he was in the classroom, and now he seemed to be still in class when he got up, and the chair was taken away by his classmate sitting behind him.

"Xia Yi, have you had enough sleep? Get out of here and stand for punishment, sober up!

The teacher has a very bad temper, and encountered some troublesome things in his life. He was annoyed when he saw this kind of students dozing off in class. Xia Yi embarrassedly scratched his head and walked out of the classroom.

Outside the classroom, you can see the playground from the window. The students in the playground are taking physical education class. Xia Yi observed everything nearby suspiciously and then used his spiritual thoughts...

Inspiration?

Bao "Huh? Where's my soul power? No... Where's my cultivation!!"

Xia Yi panicked and wanted to look inside himself, but he was surprised to find that he could look inside a fart!

He broke his finger, and the storage ring was gone.

"Haotian Tower, do you know what happened now?"

Xia Yi began to ask Haotian Tower in his mind as usual, but unfortunately Haotian Tower did not reply after a long time.

"Lei Huang moved! Xia Yi took a big step forward, but there was no thunder and lightning surrounding his arms and legs.

"Huh? That's weird.

he started on himself

He fumbled around, then thought carefully for a while, and finally took out his student ID card and mobile phone from his trouser pocket. The student ID card showed that he was in the second year of high school. After he lit up the screen of the mobile phone, the date was indeed correct.

"Hiss! My dream is a bit powerful!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Xia Yi's mind, and he immediately realized that he might be dreaming. This dream is really real. What kind of cultivation world, Xuanhuang, and Xiantian Dao body, I can't finish talking about it in a day. The last point He can still feel the sense of confusion in Duantian City, and feel that powerlessness.

What's even stronger is that he even dreamed about what happened a year later when he was still on Earth, and he even remembered the contents of the exam papers, but how could that be true?Dreams are dreams after all.

p se this

He yawned and turned to the sky boredly. Today's weather is sunny and pleasant.

That night, after Xia Yi returned home, he ate the dishes made by his mother himself. It was reasonable to say that he only ate them yesterday, but it felt like it had been a long time.

"Mom, how are you doing recently?

Xia Yi turned to the middle-aged woman across the table. She had a sallow complexion and a slightly thin body. She knew immediately that she was not in good health.

"I'm in good health, so you don't need to worry about it. Have you got the results of the midterm exam yet?"

"That... not yet, but don't worry, you know my grades.

"Well, study hard, and you will have a way out in the future."

"I know, but Mom, if people can cultivate like the fairy in the story, do you think there is a way out in learning or in cultivation?

Xia Yi thought of the dream he had, and couldn't help but have doubts. If he can practice, what is study?He can knock over a tank with one punch!

"What practice is there! Studying hard is the real thing! You, you know how to talk in your sleep all day long.

Xia Yi smiled shyly, and decided not to mention these things anymore. After eating, he reviewed it by himself for two hours. After ten o'clock in the evening, Xia Yi became tired, but now he was even more puzzled. Everything was so real, so real that he could even remember every style of the kung fu and martial arts he had learned.

Chapter 1

"Climb the ladder!"

Xia Yi didn't believe in evil, and jumped on the spot, but only jumped less than half a meter high. He squeezed his chin in embarrassment and thought, and then suddenly patted his head.

"Huang-rank martial arts, hold the essence and keep the boxing method!

He immediately punched a set of punches, but the fists were light and had no destructive power. His hands still hurt when he hit the wall, and there was no sense of spiritual energy flowing inside his body. At this time, Xia Yi arrived at the clothes rack in the corner of the room. He froze for a moment, and immediately took the clothes hanger in his hand.

"Hundred diseases chasing stars!

"Broken Star!"

"Hehe, it really looks a bit like that!!"

"Dragon Wandering Style! Qi Piercing Changhong!

clap...

Suddenly, he heard a sound that made him tremble with fright. He looked down and saw that the cup was hit by the clothes hanger and fell into his arms. Well, that dream was just a relatively real dream.

Xia Yi put the clothes rack back to its original position. At this time, he vaguely heard a slight cough from the next room, as if he deliberately pressed his hands to prevent the sound from coming out. Xia Yi wanted to go, but after thinking about it, He thinks it's okay.

"It's so hot, it would be nice to have an air conditioner." Xiao Zhi of QE

Xia Yi was lying on the bed, complaining about the temperature and other things, "deliberately suppressing the sadness in his heart, and gradually falling asleep like this.

Afterwards, life is almost the same, every day is home and school, eating and studying are two-point and one-line things, and nothing special happens. When Xia Yi is bored, he will write down the details of that dream in his notes Going to bed, it's just like playing time, but every time he thinks about everything in his dream, he will show a sincere smile.

He will look to the blue sky, hoping that one day he can really fly into the sky with the "Nine Skills of Qingyun".

When he sees beautiful girls, he will recall those beauties in his dreams, especially the one named You Yuer, although he knows that You Yuer doesn't exist at all.

A few months later, the weather gradually became colder, and suddenly it was winter. Xia Yi's mother's health became worse. Xia Yi was anxious in his eyes every day, but there was nothing he could do.

A few days later, he found a tissue with blood in the trash can. He wanted his mother not to go out to work that day, but he couldn’t do it because his family had no source of income, otherwise they would not be able to afford food. , it would be nice to have the money to pay the tuition fees. Xia Yi's academic performance is not bad, although it is not excellent, but he can barely apply for a bursary.

Xia Yi sat on the sofa and sighed, and picked up the photo frame on the table. In the photo frame, besides him and his mother, there was a middle-aged man who looked very similar to him and a little girl. That was his sister, Xia Shi. .

"Dad, is power that important?

He looked at that familiar face, speechless in his heart.

What is broken relationship? It's not about asking for a future.

You can use absolute strength to defeat those false powers.

Unfortunately, it was a dream.

After this day, Xia Yi studied even harder, even in his dreams.

The content of the dream has not become blurred with the passage of time, which makes Xia Yi very strange. In the third year of high school, because of the intense study, Xia Yi had to go out to find a way to work after studying for medical expenses. Tiredness made his dreams and dreams disappear.

His dream is to be a writer, but unfortunately he can't write anything, and he doesn't even have time to write that dream.