In the early spring, the sun is extremely warm, shining warmly on people.

In the bright classroom, Ye Yang watched boredly as the history teacher on the podium was talking about boring and empty ancient Chinese history, and his two eyelids had already begun to fight.

It's already the first semester of high school, and he's about to start a liberal arts and science major, and he really doesn't have the slightest interest in this history, having decided to choose science.

Finally, sleepiness welled up, and he fell asleep on the table.

It was as if the sleeping spirit had sunk into the darkness of infinity, and he felt only that his soul was drifting in an endless tunnel, surrounded by stars that had existed for eternity.

This dream is a moment, and it seems to be an endless stream of years.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and an ethereal voice came into my ears.

"Since more than 2,500 years ago, the sage Lao Tzu sent a letter to Guguan in the west, turned into a Hu god, educated sentient beings, and since then has cultivated the truth and flourished. After more than 2,000 years of development, the world has entered the era of national cultivation! ”

"Huh? What is this man talking about? Ye Yang raised his eyelids and looked over.

I was stunned at this sight.

His eyes widened, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

The classroom, the teachers, and the classmates have not changed, but what are they wearing?

The original familiar school uniforms have been changed into straight black robes, and there is a Tai Chi gossip pattern on the back, which reads "Donghai Pearl Xiuzhen High School"!

Damn it!

What the hell is this?

Ye Yang only felt that his head had turned into a mess, as if he had been trampled by a thousand grass and mud horse divine beasts.

"Hey, hey, hey! Ye Yang, you are in a blatant daze in my class, stand up for me! Just as Ye Yang was at a loss, a figure walked over angrily, and the book slammed on the table.

Looking at the familiar face of this middle-aged man, Ye Yang secretly rejoiced, "It seems that this is my illusion." This history teacher hasn't changed! ”

He stood up and lowered his head and said, "Teacher Zheng Kai, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be distracted in history class!" ”

"Huh?" The middle-aged man's face turned blue and looked extremely ugly, and he roared, "Ye Yang, what nonsense are you talking about?" What history lessons? I'm teaching history! ”

"History?" Ye Yang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Seeing his sluggish appearance, the middle-aged man became even more angry, "Ye Yang, answer the question for me." Otherwise, you'll be standing and listening to this lesson today! Lao Tzu turned into Hu and educated Hu people outside the territory, how many generations have passed, and how many Taoist traditions have been left? ”

"Lao Tzu turned into a beard? Educate the Hu people? ……？ Damn, what the hell is this so-called history revision? Ye Yang secretly gritted his teeth and couldn't answer at all.

"As a student of Xiuzhen High School, I can't even learn the basic subject of history, I really don't know what to do! ......" The middle-aged man said bitterly when he saw this, and then turned around and walked back onto the podium.

At this time, the surrounding classmates all cast gloating glances.

"Damn! How do I know what this history is? Ye Yang was already numb, and he didn't know how to react to everything in front of him.

Suddenly, his body shook, the starlight in front of him soared, and countless images and memories came into his mind.

From the beginning of infancy to the completion of nine-year compulsory education, and then passed the high school entrance examination to enter the famous high school in Donghai City, Mingzhu Xiuzhen High School, each and all vividly.

When Ye Yang regained his reaction, he suddenly shouted, "Nima! What's going on? ”

"Ye Yang, what are you calling in class? Get me out! Before he could calm down, a distorted face appeared in front of him, foaming at the mouth, apparently furious.

Ye Yang's face twitched and walked out obediently.

But his heart was already boiling.

It's just a sleep, and I have traveled to such a crazy world.

Without the scientific and technological civilization that had developed to the peak in the previous life, this world was the world of the Xiuzhen civilization.

The whole world has entered the era of national cultivation.

He is now an ordinary student at a Xiuzhen high school.

And all the subjects he was familiar with before had become upside down, making it completely impossible for him to adapt.

The boring mathematics has become a mysterious easy number, language has become a cumbersome rune, a foreign language has become a heavenly mantra, physics has become a great avenue, chemistry has become a medicine, biology has become a spiritual science, and geography has become feng shui.

As for the history he didn't like, it became Xiushi, a discipline that specializes in the history of Xiuzhen.

The only thing that hasn't changed is politics.

But as soon as he thought of the content on it, Ye Yang felt dizzy.

Because the latest edition of the political book has such a sentence written, "The chairman of the Chinese Xiuzhen Republic has issued an important instruction to carry out important reforms in the national Xiuzhen college entrance examination!" ”

The main content of this so-called politics is the international situation, national policy, and distribution of domestic forces in the Chinese Xiuzhen Republic.

"How can there be such a crazy world?" Ye Yang thought wildly in his heart, and couldn't accept it for a while.

It's not that his psychological receptivity is not strong, it's that the world is too crazy.

Just as the corners of his mouth were babbling to himself, suddenly there was a roar in the sky.

He looked up and saw the sky blue, a few arrows of clouds, and a huge plane slashing by.

It's nothing, it's just that this plane is completely in the shape of a legendary flying sword, shining brightly in the sun.

Thinking back to the memory in his mind, Ye Yang's eyelids rolled, "......!" ”

China Flying Sword Airlines, a large manned flying sword Boeing 747.

……

Jingle bells!

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, the history class was over.

As soon as Ye Yang walked back to the classroom and sat in his seat, a lewd smiling face came over and startled him.

"Ye Yang, you are really amazing! I dared to yell in the history revision class, I didn't see the history teacher angry! ”

Ye Yang raised his eyelids and looked over, and found that it was his best friend Chen Mo.

However, this face that looks exactly the same as in my memory is no longer my previous classmate, but Chen Mo in this cultivation world.

It's strange to say that this cultivation world has not changed from all the characters in the previous world, even the computer network should be.

It's just that the driving force of the world is no longer science and technology, but the power of cultivation.

"Chen Mo, did you come here just to see my jokes?" Ye Yang said lazily, unable to lift his spirits.

"Hey, hey! Ye Yang, it's time to divide classes soon, are you ready? Do you know that your grades have been at the bottom of the class, and if you don't pass the placement test, you will be dropped out of school? ”

"Drop out?" Ye Yang tugged at the corners of his mouth, and touched his forehead helplessly in distress.

"Oh my God, how did you get so miserable with this otherworldly self?"