Chapter 1: There is rain outside the window, looking for dreams in another world

"When it doesn't come, when it doesn't go,

Everything stops here,

It's a whirlpool of time,

I run on the corridor of space,

I am the god of dreams, the master of dreams,

Listen to my call,

Take your dreams

Give it to me."

Distant, ethereal chanting floated in, some words that Peng Ning didn't hear clearly, but it seemed to have an amazing magic that attracted Peng Ning to the source of the sound, and Peng Ning felt as if his soul had been stripped away.

It was a pitch-black space, with no light around it, dark and blurry, faintly, listening to the subtle sound of the wind, as if it was moving rapidly.

Penning's consciousness fell into a deep sleep—

I don't know how long it took, Peng Ning opened his sour eyes, he felt terrible pain all over his body, sweating profusely, gasping for breath, his whole body strength was as soft as being drained, his head was also faintly painful, and there seemed to be a lot of messy things in his brain.

I looked around blankly, and there were thirty or forty teenagers about thirteen or fourteen years old, chatting in twos and threes, as if waiting for something, and they were dressed very 'strangely', none of them knew each other, all of them were unfamiliar faces.

"Where am I? Is it Huangquan Road? With so many young people, Huangquan Road is not lonely! Hehe, I can't imagine that I have to wait for reincarnation. Peng Ning smiled self-deprecatingly, "This hell is also very humane, and there are houses for rest, tables and chairs." Peng Ning thought slanderously, but he always felt very strange, this place felt very similar to the classroom, but he knew that it was impossible, that accident, nine deaths, there was no hope of survival.

Putting aside the messy distractions, Peng Ning thought back to his short life, before he was reincarnated and forgot the cause and effect of his previous life, he wanted to stay in the best time for a while, but he was disappointed to find that there was nothing left in the mediocre twenty-four years.

A third-rate university, busy work, a dull life, eating worse than a pig, getting up earlier than a chicken, working more tired than a cow, no promotion and salary increase, no white rich beauty, no peak in life, only a life of failure.

Peng Ning is only an extremely ordinary member of the crowd, money, people, status, these things are basically two parallel lines with him, and there will never be an intersection.

I went to Huangquan at a young age, and I couldn't find any other adjectives except for being unlucky, "Phew" Peng Ning spat fiercely, "The last life is a waste, hurry up and reincarnate to be a new person, I hope to be reincarnated into a good family, and strive for something to change in the next life." ”

"Qin Hao, you don't pay attention to hygiene and spitting, you are dirty. Also, what are you talking about?" A voice like a warbler came from the side, with a thin anger in her tone, but Peng Ning felt that it was very pleasant, giving people a comfortable feeling like a breeze.

"Qin Hao, Qin Hao, who is Qin Hao?"

"Ahhhh

A cone pain came from his head, Peng Ning hugged his head tightly, he felt that something was desperately drilling his head, that kind of heart-rending pain Peng Ning wanted to tear his head open and take that thing out.

Peng Ning gritted his teeth and persisted, he suddenly felt that time was very long, every second was as long as an hour, and he would never forget this kind of torment. Thankfully, the pain didn't last long. After a while, I felt like a lot of messy memories came flooding back, as if I knew a lot of things.

After moving his hands and feet, Peng Ning hurriedly raised his right hand, rolled up his sleeves and brought his right arm to his eyes, the smooth and fair skin, and the red birthmark in the center of the arm disappeared. Penning's eyes were wide open, and he could be sure that this body was not his

Peng Ning was stunned like a lightning strike! He actually came to another world inexplicably, and all strange doubts disappeared at this moment.

I can't imagine that the time travel that will only appear in TV and novels will happen to me, this can be regarded as borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul, or is it possessed and reborn? Unfortunately, the place I traveled through is not a certain era in ancient China, but a completely unfamiliar continent, and the precious memories in my mind don't seem to have much advantage.

This continent is called the Pulse Continent, the people here are proud to practice the Pulse Technique, and everyone aims to become the Pulse Hero, the original name of the continent is not uniform, and finally the 'Pulse Hero Continent' is recognized by people, because it is exclusive to the Pulse Hero.

This is a world full of pulses, and between heaven and earth, everything is derived from the pulses.

The pulse is the origin of all things in heaven and earth!

The pulse technique is the practice of stimulating the body's potential and controlling the original energy of heaven and earth!

The place where Penning is now is really a classroom, the second class of the sixth grade at Lanterslow National Cloud Pulse Primary Academy.

In this continent, the cultivation of pulse art has become a thing closely related to the ordinary life of human beings under the inheritance of countless generations, because of the prevalence of pulse art, many industries related to pulse art cultivation have also been derived, and the pulse art academy is the largest number and the most important.

Because of the large number of colleges, the quality of teaching and learning in the academy is uneven, and the top colleges can cultivate respectable peak powerhouses, and the average college graduates may only be worthy of stepping into the ranks of the pulse heroes. Therefore, the top colleges are hot, the threshold is also extremely high, and the competition is also the most fierce, often one in a million, or even one in a million, but the primary colleges that are not in the stream may be difficult to recruit even students.

There are two types of pulse art colleges, one is the primary stage and the other is the advanced stage. Only after successfully graduating from a junior college and stepping into the ranks of the Mai Xia can you go to a higher college. Graduates of excellent primary colleges, because of their high teaching quality, strong talent, high grades of graduation and unlimited potential, are coaxed by the top colleges, while poor primary colleges may be a problem for successful graduation.

And Yunmai Primary College is not the best in Lanterswor, nor is it the worst, it is about the middle to the top.

Qin Hao's parents are civilians, run a tavern, and their lives are not poor, but they are not rich. In the country of Lanterslow, there are many families like him, very ordinary, and in two sons to describe it as 'ordinary'.

Is there a difference between this family background and my previous life? Peng Ning didn't know how many times he cursed God in his heart, but more often than not, he was helpless.

Striking similarity, maybe there is providence in the dark!

"No, I must not sink like this, since God has given me a chance to be reborn, I must take advantage of it, the previous life was ruined, and in this life I must be ordinary and become extraordinary. Peng Ning secretly swore in his heart, and the perseverance in his eyes was also clear.

For this strange world, Peng Ning knew through Qin Hao that strength is the passport to everything, without strength, maybe even stinky shit is not as good, at least, stinky shit no one wants to step on.

The cultivation of the pulse technique begins with the absorption of the 'pulse'. The world we know, whether it is mountains, rivers, birds, animals and animals, is composed of elementary particles, and these elementary particles are transformed into vibration energy, which is the 'pulse'. Any vibration has a frequency, and of course there is a frequency in the pulse, and the frequency of the pulse is called the 'pulse frequency'.

The pulse of the earthquake, the only way for every pulse hero, the pulse of the earthquake is divided into one to nine, the so-called 'ninety-nine to one', when the pulse of the body reaches the ninefold, it can condense the pulse energy, called a respected pulse hero!

The primary pulse art academy is the cultivation of pulse shock, and students who successfully graduate must reach the pulse xia realm, otherwise they can only choose to repeat the grade, or leave the hospital.

Qin Hao's cultivation was very poor, he learned the pulse technique at the age of eight, and then transferred to the Cloud Pulse Primary College to learn the pulse technique, which was already the limit for his family. But after nearly six years of study, it can only reach the realm of the triple shock of the pulse. Every triple of the Pulse Earthquake is a watershed, and it is easy to start cultivating, and the more you go to the back, the more difficult it becomes. And Qin Hao has not even broken through the first watershed so far, which shows that the difference in talent is no different from mediocrity.

The cultivation of the pulse technique is related to two factors: soul power and talent, and the talent is divided into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple seven kinds, the demon can produce spiritual roots, and Qin Hao's talent is yellow, which is not bad, but the soul power is very poor, even ordinary people are not as good, so they have been trapped in the triple shock of the pulse, but I am afraid that they will not be able to graduate smoothly, and they will be considered poor students at work.

At this point, for some reason, Peng Ning felt a little gloomy.

The sound of rain drifted into Peng Ning's ears, and Peng Ning looked at the rain scene outside the window through the window, a little confused

It was raining outside the window, dripping and falling.

The rain fell silently like smoke and mist on the rubble, on the dead branches and leaves, and drenched the ground, the house, and the trees.

A gloom floated in his eyes, covering the cause of the previous life, and the drizzle came into view, planting the dream of this life

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