Monday, May 20, 2019. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Spring ends with the summer solstice.

During this season, the temperature difference between day and night in the Gangnam area becomes very large. During the day, he wears pants and is hot like a dog, but at night he has to shrink in the bed and freeze into a cold bird.

Gangnam University Town.

At 2:13 p.m., this is the time for the students to start class. Song Shuhang stayed alone in the dormitory, and the computer desk was pulled to the side of the bed, so that he could watch movies in various postures.

Song Shuhang has no hobby of skipping class - the weather was hot and humid in the middle of the night last night, and in his sleep, he used a trick of 'Ssangyong going to sea' and kicked off the quilt. In the second half of the night, the temperature dropped sharply. Song Shuhang, who only had a pair of small pants on his body, suddenly became miserable, and in his sleep, he groped the bed with both hands, looking for it, but he couldn't touch the quilt. In the end, he shrunk into a skin-like shrimp shape, shivering under the obscene power of the midnight cold wind.

By the time the morning sun rose, Song Shuhang had become a member of the army of seasonal colds.

His roommate had already taken a leave of absence for him for today's class.

Then, he took cold medicine and slept until now.

The high fever has faded, and the body is still a little weak, and it is impossible to go to class in such a state. Therefore, he could only stay alone in the dormitory and watch movies boringly.

On the screen, the movie's playback progress bar slowly advances. But Song Shuhang didn't read the content of the movie at all.

"The effect of the medicine hasn't passed, I'm sleepy. He yawned, feeling a little heavy on his eyelids.

'Dididi~'At this time, the chat software in the lower right corner of the computer jumped.

This is a hint that someone will add him as a friend or join a group.

"Who added me?" Song Shuhang muttered, he reached out and tapped it in the lower right corner of the computer's touch screen, and a prompt message popped up.

[Huangshan Zhenjun (******) asks to add you as a friend.] Additional message: None.

Who is this strange nickname?

"Is it a classmate in the class?" Song Shuhang said secretly, and couldn't help but think of the guys in the class who were obviously in college but were still in the fantasy period of youth. If it were them, they would indeed have such strange nicknames.

Thinking of this, he clicked 'agree'.

Immediately after, another system message popped up.

[Huangshan Zhenjun invites you to join the group 'Jiuzhou No. 1 Group', do you agree?]

Song Shuhang continued to agree.

'Shushan is under great pressure' agreed to join the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 Group'.

[You've agreed to join the group, say hello to your friends!] and come with a smiley face.

In recent years, chat tools have become more and more user-friendly.

After a series of prompts popped up, Song Shuhang negotiated and closed the prompts and group chat windows - he is drowsy now, how can he have the energy to care what group he adds?

Anyway, his group setting has always been 'no prompt message only show the number', the group chat will not pop up to disturb him, only the number of chats will be displayed behind the group.

When he is more sober, he can go through the chat history, and he will know what group he has joined, and the chat history of the members of the group will not be lost.

Eyes are getting heavier......

The progress bar of the movie is still moving forward tenaciously, but Song Shuhang's consciousness is becoming more and more blurred.

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In the Jiuzhou No. 1 group, after seeing a newcomer joining, a diving member in the group came forward.

Beihe Sanren: "Has Huangshan Zhenjun added a new Taoist friend in? I haven't added a new person for more than a year, right?"

Another one with the ID of 'Su Shi Ah Qi' quickly replied: "Is there a new Taoist friend? Which district of Huaxia is the Taoist friend from? In which cave is he cultivating? What is the Dao number? How many grades of cultivation are you?"

With this series of questions, I always feel that something is wrong?

Almost at the same time, the ID was a pop-up message with the three waves of the Crazy Knife: "The gender of the new Taoist friend? Is it a fairy? If it is, report the three measurements, and take a photo!"

Seeing the news of Su Ah Qi and Crazy Knife Sanlang, the corners of several people in the group twitched.

"Brother Sanlang, are you really a goldfish?" Beihe Sanren sighed: "Don't die again, what if Huangshan Zhenjun adds another senior to come in?"

Sanlang is good at everything, affectionate, righteous, and helpful, so he has a good reputation - he usually likes to talk about flowers, and he is good at dying.

It's just that this guy's luck value is outrageously low, and every time he can't help but die unintentionally, it's always the seniors who are offended. These idle seniors are worried about having no fun, so they are naturally very happy to toss the fun of sending the three waves of crazy knives to the door.

"Kneeling and begging not to mention the words 'senior', there is a shadow in my heart. "Crazy Knife Sanlang sent a row of 'tearful' expressions.

Four years ago, he offended a beautiful 'senior' with his broken mouth and was tossed miserably...... The senior tossed him for a whole year and four months. You heard it right, it was a whole year and four months! His eyes moistened when he thought of those inhuman and eventful years.

As soon as San Lang finished saying this, the group popped up one after another with evil smiles - undisguised and straightforward schadenfreude.

There were eight people in the group who showed their online status, and six of them popped up in unison and swiped a row of smiling faces.

"You gloating guys, this seat remembers each and every one of you, don't let this seat meet you, otherwise I must let you taste the history of the seventy-two road fast knives of this seat!" said the three waves of the mad knife hatefully. He was very confident in his quick knife, and none of the six guys who were smiling evilly just now were his opponents when he went head-to-head.

The three waves of the Crazy Knife had just finished speaking.

The group immediately popped up another evil smile emoji, which was Su Shi Ah Qi's.

Then Su Shi Ah Qi said excitedly: "When is it going to be heads-up?"

Obviously, Su Shi Ah Qi didn't mean to gloat - he just wanted to find someone to fight.

"......" The three waves of the crazy knife suddenly withered.

Because he can't beat Ah Qi!

His cultivation is profound, and he has reached the realm of the 5th rank Spirit Queen, and he is only two steps away from the 6th grade Spirit Monarch, but he can't beat Ah Qi.

His seventy-two sword techniques are fast and ruthless, and he has a body as fast as lightning, but he can't beat Ah Qi.

He is known as a crazy knife, and when he is crazy, he is even afraid of himself, but he just can't beat Ah Qi!

After the people in the group saw that the three waves had withered, they were a string of unscrupulous smiling faces.

"......" This time, the three waves of the wild knife could only send a series of colons depressedly.

The people in the group made a fuss for a long time, but they didn't see the newcomer make a sound, and they were a little puzzled.

"New Daoist friends are silent?" Beihe Sanren asked aloud.

It's a pity that because of the effect of cold medicine, Song Shuhang has entered a half-asleep state again.

At this time, Su Shi Ah Qi happily sent a message again: "I took a look, the new Taoist friend is called 'Shushan is under great pressure'." Have you ever heard of a master who called this trumpet? This trumpet sounds a bit like a Confucian practitioner? It really makes people look forward to it! Over the years, Confucian practitioners have lived in deep seclusion, and they can't find it. I haven't beaten them for nearly a hundred years! In retrospect, the Confucian practitioners were even more comfortable than the Buddhists, not only with their mouths but also with hard fists. And when you are interested, you will also chant poems to help the fun, which is very cool! I like to beat them the most. ”

"Ah Qi, I said, your expectations for new Daoists are always only whether they are good or not, and whether they are happy or not?" said Crazy Dao Sanlang with a tearful expression. This is simply bullying behavior, okay?!

"Ugh. Su Shi Ah Qi was a little embarrassed.

Beihe Sanren smiled evilly: "Could it be another 'big senior' who can't use chat tools?"

When he said this, everyone felt that this scene was very immediate?

That's right, almost four years ago, there seems to be a senior who came out of the customs after more than 100 years of retreat, and he also finally got on the chat software and was joined by Huangshan Zhenjun. But because he couldn't type, he didn't speak.

Then, a guy named Crazy Knife Sanlang was very happy to talk in front of this senior, and asked this senior to report the measurements, and asked her to send photos, and asked for voice chat or something.

And then...... Within a few days, Crazy Knife Sanlang saw this senior with his own eyes. It was a very beautiful senior, as dazzling and beautiful as the moon in the night sky.

Then, this beautiful senior tossed the three waves of crazy knives for a whole year and four months before leaving satisfied.

Crazy Knife Sanlang suddenly knelt down.

"Huangshan?" At this time, an ID named 'Pharmacist' spoke.

Inexplicably short message, without a beginning or an end.

Fortunately, the people in the group have long been accustomed to the pharmacist's habit of chatting briefly - he is asking the group leader where is the true monarch of Huangshan?

The short speech is not because the medicine master is noble and arrogant, but because he uses two-finger meditation and handwriting for typing, and the speed is slow. When there are many words, it is easy to make mistakes, and it is extremely painful to delete and write. Therefore, pharmacists are accustomed to speaking as short as they can. Over time, it has become the way of communication that cherishes words like gold.

"After he added someone, he immediately went offline, and I heard that his baby demon dog ran away from home again, and Huangshan Zhenjun went to chase it again. It's not easy to deal with that baby demon dog, and now Zhenjun must be very busy, and it's rare to be able to add people online. "Beihe scattered people back.

"......" pharmacist.

"That's only after the new Taoist friends learn to use the chat tool before chatting. Su Shi Ah Qi sighed. They all have preconceived notions that the newcomers are also like-minded people.

Seeing that the new Taoist friends did not react, several people online who were not happy saw it, and they also dived one after another.

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About an hour later, Song Shuhang came to his senses a little.

"I remember someone added my group just now, it seems to be called Jiuzhou No. 1 group?" he muttered in a low voice, casually clicked on the chat tool in the lower right corner, and pulled out the chat window of Jiuzhou No. 1 group.

What kind of group is it?

Soon, the chat transcript from an hour ago appeared in front of him.

Song Shuhang probably toured it.

How many products are Taoist friends, caves, and cultivators?

And the seniors, Zhenjun, Honza, chasing the big demon dog?

A special vocabulary in various Xianxia novels.

The way people in the group chat and speak is also very interesting - half ancient, half white and not white. It gives people the impression that modern people are trying to communicate in ancient languages, but because of the failure of ancient Chinese skills, the way of communication is very awkward.

"Huh~~" Song Shuhang laughed out loud.

It seems that this is a group built by Xianxia lovers?

Oh no, this is definitely not your average group of Xianxia lovers!

Everyone in the group gave themselves a nickname, and the place where they lived should be called Dongfu, and the lost pet dog of the group owner should be described as the big demon dog running away from home. There are also people who claim to have never beaten a Confucian practitioner for hundreds of years, which means that the person claims to have lived for hundreds of years?

Just looking at these chats makes me feel ashamed.

"This level of obsession has reached the level of middle two diseases, and it is a fairy middle two with Chinese characteristics. Song Shuhang nodded secretly.

It seems that this is a concentration camp for patients with two diseases in Xianxia!

This is his first impression of the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 Group' and the members of the group.

But why did you add him to the group?

He looked at the information of the group leader Huangshan Zhenjun, he was not his classmate, and he definitely didn't know him.

Was it added by mistake?