Song Qiu looked up at the signboard of the Immortal Internet Cafe, and the original name of the second incomparable middle school had become tall and majestic at this moment, and the neon lights that flickered in the dark night seemed to exude a mysterious atmosphere. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He walked into the Internet café, and even though it was already midnight, there were still a lot of people in the Internet café.

These strangely dressed guests in his eyes before all seemed unfathomable.

He hesitated for a moment, walked to the old man who asked to change the computer before, his eyes were like a lighthouse on the shoreline in the dark night, staring at the old man with a fierce eye: "Immortal Internet café, are they really immortals?"

The old man didn't even raise his head, his face was red, his ears were red, he stared at the screen with gritted teeth, and pushed Song Qiu straight to the side with one hand: "Go and go, don't hinder me from playing." ”

Song Qiu looked at the record of 0 kills, 21 deaths and 3 assists in the upper right corner of the computer screen, and was speechless for a long time.

He was going to pat the old man's ass, but after watching the miserable operation in the game, he was silent for a long time, and he didn't think of which angle to praise him.

In the computer, the hero controlled by the old man had just been resurrected from the spring, and the old man was heard shouting: "You rabbits, I will slaughter you." ”

The hero he operated crossed his line alone, rushed to the place alone, and disappeared in an instant surrounded by five people on the opposite side.

0 kills, 22 deaths, 3 assists.

Song Qiu held back for a long time, and finally thought of an angle, and praised stiffly: "Lonely hero." ”

The old man glared at Song Qiu approvingly, then buried his head again, and continued to stare at the computer screen bitterly.

To be honest, Song Qiu really admired the old man...... 's teammates - those who can still insist on not surrendering to this kind of god pit are definitely the real warriors who dare to face the bleak life and dripping blood in Mr. Lu Xun's pen.

However, the rolling wheels of history cannot be stopped by a few people without their own efforts. The game is the same, no matter how brave and strong the other four warriors are, they can't resist the old man's continuous death. About five minutes later, the game ended, and the two big words "defeated" appeared on the old man's screen.

The old man scolded and slapped the table to close the game, pointed at Song Qiu and said, "It's all your kid who came over and divided my heart, or I would have won earlier." ”

Song Qiu's eyes were as wide as goldfish, round and bulging, and the pupils were full of one word: stunned.

He couldn't understand that he was standing here, and he didn't move or make trouble, and he said "lonely hero" for a long time, and he blamed himself for losing the game.

The most frustrating thing is that now that he has a request for help, he can only say with a smiling face: "Yes, yes, I interfered with your old man's house, and I am all to blame for this game." ”

"Tell me, what's the matter. The old man glanced at him.

"Your old man......" Song Qiu's eyes rolled around, remembering the signboard at the door, and said cautiously: "Is it a fairy?"

"Ah, yes. ”

This time it was Song Qiu's turn to be dumbfounded, although this answer had long been expected, he didn't expect the old man to give the answer so easily.

After organizing the language, Song Qiuwen said in a crepe voice: "Dare to ask the old immortal name?"

The old man stroked his long white beard, with a bit of arrogance, and said slowly: "Old man, too platinum star." ”

Song Qiu didn't know much about immortals, but he felt as if he had heard the name a few times. He thought about it for a long time, and suddenly he snorted, slapped his face and said happily: "I know!"

Tai Bai Xing bowed slightly, as if he took this for granted.

"You're the fairy who rides the green ox!"

Tai Bai Xing's hand holding his beard stiffened slightly, and he pretended to smile generously: "...... That's Taishang Laojun. ”

"Oh, then you're the one with the treasure alchemy furnace?"

“...... That's also Taishang Laojun. ”

Song Qiu pondered for a long time, suddenly his eyes lit up, and said: "I remember, aren't you Lao Tzu, legend has it that when he sent a letter to Guguan in the west and wrote down the Great Dao for three thousand, the purple qi came from the east, and the enlightenment soared to become a god!"

The old man's forehead showed a few green tendons, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "That's still Taishang Laojun." ”

Song Qiu slapped the table and said loudly: "You said that you are an immortal, why don't you do anything, you have asked the Taishang Laojun to finish it!"

"Get out!" Tai Bai Xing finally couldn't help it. With a finger, a purple flower bloomed at the tip of his finger, and the flower instantly dispersed as soon as it appeared, turning into lightning-like beams of electricity.

Before Song Qiu could even blink, the electric beam hit his body.

With a crackling purple electric light flashing on his body, Song Qiu fell to the ground in a big zigzag, and the freshly shaved short flat hair on his head all straightened up, like a vast forest.

He only cared about the joy he said, completely forgetting that the person in front of him was a god.

Song Qiu opened his mouth, and a puff of black smoke came out of his mouth, forming a small mushroom cloud: "Does your old man have an apprentice surnamed Yang?"

Tai Bai Xing just sneered, ignoring Song Qiu's cold jokes.

"You are the immortal who recruited Sun Wukong as Bi Ma Wen. Being so electrified, Song Qiu felt that his memory seemed to be much better.

"That's right. "Tai Bai Xing's complexion is a little better.

"What's going on with this immortal Internet café, don't you cultivate?" This is the question that Song Qiu wants to know the most, the immortal is online, and he feels that the painting style is not right.

Tai Bai Xing glanced at him: "Our life is almost infinite, what is the point of always cultivating? This is called improving the quality of life, do you understand?" ”

Song Qiu wanted to roll his eyes, but when he thought of the purple lightning just now, he couldn't help but twitch, so he honestly continued to ask, "Why did you let me, a mortal, know this, and let me be a network administrator?"

"That's just a random selection from our webmaster recruitment system. ”

Webmaster recruitment system, what the hell is that?

Song Qiu felt powerless to complain.

As if to see Song Qiu's heartfelt words, Tai Bai Xing further explained: "We have so many immortals, they have existed for a long time, hundreds of thousands of years, and hundreds of thousands of years of time, for such a long time, we always need someone to serve us, so we developed this system, of course, this system was not called this name at the beginning, it was changed after the emergence of the computer system for decades." These people who serve us include fairy children who have just begun to cultivate immortals, and there are also many mortals. ”

"Aren't you afraid that mortals will reveal the existence of immortals?"

"Where do ordinary mortals think about going back when they come into contact with us? But there have also been encounters who want to go back and continue to be mortals, just use immortal magic to tamper with this memory. I remember more than a thousand years ago, when entertainment was still relatively scarce, so we played Go or something, and we found a mortal named Wang Zhen to mix tea and pour water for us, and we made it for more than 100 years, and then he said that he wanted to go back, so we changed a little of his memory and put him back, and then I don't know what happened. ”

Song Qiu was speechless, isn't this the famous allusion Wang Zhen is rotten, the co-author Wang Zhen is not watching the immortals play chess, but mixing tea and pouring water for them, and being a waiter, which sounds quite miserable.

"What is the last mortal who served you doing now?"

"That guy, he wanted to find another way to create a new cultivation immortal art, but his brain was burned out, but recently, there are often immortals who see him wandering around in the heavenly realm, claiming to be a little foolish god, and often babbling about what gold is confused, silver is confused, not as good as our old fool; ”

Song Qiu: "......" (Author: Okay, those who know this, expose their age O(∩_∩)O)

"In other words, I can also cultivate immortals?"

"Of course, isn't that Heavenly Dao Record for you to cultivate?"

Song Qiu got up from the ground and wanted to go to the book of "Heavenly Daolu", but Tai Bai Xing stopped: "It's useless for you to go and see it now, you don't have enough authority." If we want to talk about permissions, we still think it's quite interesting after watching "Infinite Terror", so we imitated and designed such a thing. You're the first to use it, and you're considered lucky. You must know that "Heavenly Daolu" is the strongest magic weapon produced by the heavenly realm in the past hundred years. ”

Song Qiu complained: "Is it the strongest magic weapon made with a tablet......"

Tai Bai Xing glanced at him with contempt: "What do you know, this is called keeping pace with the times." ”

A black line emerged from Song Qiu's forehead, how could he listen to it, the more he felt that this group of immortals was so unreliable.

Glancing at the people sitting around him who were surfing the Internet, Song Qiu said politely, "Can you introduce me to these immortals here?"

"How are you playing in League of Legends?" asked Tai Bai Xing suddenly, coldly.

"Well, it's okay, it's so-so. Song Qiu didn't know what the old man meant.

"Can you take someone to silver?"

“...... Yes. ”

"Then you take me to the silver, and I'll introduce you. Tai Bai Xing's face was awe-inspiring.

Song Qiu was silent for a long time: "...... No problem. ”