Huncheng, located in the splendid land of China, backed by the Qingming Mountains and the Qingming River, the land is extremely fertile, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

In 2118, at four o'clock in the morning on the fifth day of the fifth month of the lunar month, the weather was cold and the autumn wind was bleak, and a baby's cry came from the caesarean section operating room of Huncheng Hospital.

"Congratulations! It's a boy! ”

A young nurse dressed in white hurried out of the delivery room with her baby in her arms.

The child's family immediately surrounded him, and he was in a happy mood.

Wu Zikai was lying alone on a white bed, full of tubes, and the ventilator next to him was dripping.

This child is Wu Zikai's great-grandson, this may be the last time he will see his grandson, at the age of 100, his organs have failed, and the doctor said that he will not survive tonight.

Ay...... He sighed and turned his head in the direction of his family, he was like this, no one cared about life or death for a long time.

Suddenly, the sound of the ventilator was connected into a straight line, and through his already confused eyes, Wu Zikai saw several white-clothed people hurrying to push the cart.

The frenzied rescue began, but it didn't last long.

The tube on his body was pulled out one by one, and finally waited for this day, Wu Zikai held his breath and made the last struggle, I heard that as long as you take a breath, you will be born in the next life, and you will smile bitterly, and the ancient legend is just that.

He slowly closed his eyes, and when he was dying, the cry of the baby and the cry of the family were mixed together, and after a period of panic, his body sank, feeling that everything was empty, his mind was empty, and he was completely dark, saying goodbye to this world, a person who had lived in Huncheng for a century, after all, could not escape the arrangement of fate.

"Woo !!" A hurried class bell rang, and Wu Zikai, who had just fallen into the darkness and his body was floating, vaguely heard it, could it be that his body was pushed into the medical school as a medical study? Maybe it's a return to the light, and you can still be conscious.

Syllable! , a huge piece of chalk swirled with the wind and hit his head. Then, I felt a pair of soft hands pushing against my shoulders.

Wu Zikai was suddenly awakened by breathing, raised his head violently, and breathed rapidly, holding his breath for too long, almost suffocating.

"Wu Zikai! You stand up for me! You spend such precious cultivation time sleeping?! A woman with a Huncheng accent shouted.

How long does it take to practice? Is this woman a tease sent by the monkeys? Aren't you already dead?

He squinted his eyes, looked up and looked around, and the first thing that caught his eye was the big straight eyes of his tablemates, long eyelashes, cute eyes, and that sultry hair, isn't this Shen Meng, his high school lesbian table?

If memory serves, Shen Meng also lives in Huncheng, he died two years ago, and he also attended her funeral, damn it, everything is so real, he feels that it won't be his own rebirth!

Ecstasy! Agitated! Refreshing!

With a burst of laughter around him, he stood up.

Bright classrooms, surrounded by familiar faces, and a furious teacher, the teacher is unfamiliar and unfamiliar.

A line written on the blackboard is clearly visible: There are 100 days left until the martial arts tournament.

What's that? Shouldn't this be the time for intense revision in the third year of high school?

"Just one hour a day to cultivate, you can also fall asleep, just like you, I'm afraid you won't be able to get soul stones!" The teacher angrily rushed out of the classroom with a blackboard eraser.

Needless to say, as soon as the teacher left, the surrounding classmates began to make noise, and they had a virtue before the college entrance examination.

At that time, the best position in the classroom was of course on both sides of the podium, which was the "left and right protector of the law", the most iron relationship with the teacher, Liu Xiao on the left and Su Chong on the right, were turning their heads and grinning at him at this time.

"Old K, I'm going to take the exam soon, I'm reviewing, I can't do anything without a soul stone, it's a big deal to squat." Sure enough, as his name suggests, Liu Xiao is still so free and easy, so he didn't notify Wu Zikai when he died last year.

Su Chong on the other side is not a protector who studies poorly, it is entirely because in order to get close to the class flower Han Xuyan, people are not only beautiful, but also good at studying, and they are very cold, and ordinary people can't get into her eyes, but Su Chong is very narcissistic, trying to attract her attention through his grades, he sits in the back row all the year round and has no room for improvement, and he forcibly forces himself to study only if he is closest to the teacher.

"Old K, the soul stone is important, but asking what is the situation in the world, the most important thing is to teach people to live and die in time." Su Chong held a fan, threw a wink at Han Xuyan, and smiled lewdly, Han Xuyan saw it with the rest of her eyes, but she didn't raise her head, just looked down and read the book.

These two people are Wu Zikai's iron buddies, a dormitory, so good that they want to be together, they have nothing to talk about, and they can see the two of them when they were young again, Wu Zikai actually had some tears in his eyes, after all, in Huncheng, the two of them had already left him, and it was really like a world away.

There were four people in the dormitory at that time, and there was another one, who was neither trapped by love, nor chic and calm, but a quiet literary teenager, not tall, Tujia, wearing glasses, holding a Xinhua dictionary to study every day, like an old pedant, hey, where did Li Fugui go?

Wu Zikai looked around, trying to find the tail of the "Four King Kongs" in the 308 dormitory, the tail of the crane tail, but found that he was sitting on the far left side of the row with himself, with the "Bancao Sun Erniang" Xinwen, Xinwen as the name suggests "news", is a famous "ruthless character" in the class, the kind that is easy to fight and fight, and no one is convinced, except for the teacher, everyone dares to shout, it is very powerful, but he favors Li Fugui alone, and he is a natural pair.

"Kai Kai, don't hurry up and study, there will be no soul stone at that time, and the soul will have nowhere to stay, let alone advance to the rank to participate in the martial arts competition." Shen Meng's nosebleed voice on the side pulled Wu Zikai back to reality.

Wu Zikai remembered that Shen Meng often told himself that the lover in her dreams was a hero of the world, and one day he could step on the colorful auspicious clouds to pick him up, "Damn, such nonsense can only appear in the plot of the TV series", he thought so at that time, but for the current Wu Zikai, this is a confession of the longest love for himself.

However, what I obviously like is an unrestrained girl!

"Hmm...... Okay, look at it quickly, and I'll learn from you then. Wu Zikai's deep manly voice made Shen Meng's face flush with shame, "I hate it, okay then, you have to come on." Shen Meng turned his head and began to study seriously.

Wu Zikai pinched his face, it hurt a lot, this is really not a dream, looking at the serious appearance of Han Xuyan, a school bully who had a crush on countless young men in the past, he couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement in his heart, "What I didn't dare to do back then, do it now!" Speak with grades. He pulled a few books out of the hole in the table.

When he got the book, he was dumbfounded, neither the number of words, nor the political calendar, what kind of thing is this Nima? Soul Solid Cultivation Manual? How to nourish the soul? The basic principle of soul washing? Soul Stone Cultivation Intensive? There is also a book as thick as a dog on the table, which almost blinded his dog's eyes, "Rank Advanced Collection"!

Damn, Wu Zikai almost passed out, what the hell, did Lao Tzu cross over or was reborn?!