Cultivation Chat Group

They say that they are innocent teenagers.

Everyone has been through that period more or less, only some have shown themselves and some have hidden in their hearts. That is the difference between flattery and insinuation.

Song Shuhang some teenagers aged, that period came fast, went faster.

So by the second grade of junior high school, the surrounding boys were still trapped in martial arts dreams, superman dreams, cactus dreams, waving Dragon 18 palms all day, when Superman transformed. Book Sailing has long had no hope for these.

The laws of physics in this world are so precise that a human being wants to jump three stories high; he punches a dragon in the palm of his hand; it's impossible to fly with his underwear on!

But he still loves fairy tales, Superman movies, maybe deep down, and he's still looking forward to seeing Superman, Alien, Cactus, etc., in front of him?

Knowing it's impossible, but somehow expecting it, is this a unique human gift?

Song Shuhang smiled and closed the group chat window, but he did not quit the group.

He found the people in the Kyushu-1 group interesting, and the people in the group felt shy just to see it, and from the viewer's point of view, it was surprisingly interesting —— so before the group kick, he was ready to dive, look at all kinds of interesting chat records, and send out time when he was bored.

On the computer screen, the movie goes on, it's like a horror movie. Thrilled drama layers persist. The film is the culmination of a talented horror film director. Many uncle figures are said to have been scared to cry, and many have said they are afraid to go to the bathroom alone.

Unfortunately, Song Shuhang still didn't feel anything terrible. After pulling back the progress strip for a while, he hit the arrears again. He slowly changed from sitting to lying down, and his eyelids grew heavier...

Wouldn't the genius director cry if he knew his movie had that effect?

Between the confusion, Song Shuhang had a wonderful dream.

It's a wonderful dream, Mizuki. There are immortals, there are supermen, there are all kinds of immortals.

How many people have dreamed of living forever, moving mountains down the sea, fighting swords? It's just that with age and reality breaking dreams, people can only hide their dreams in their hearts and not think too much.

Dreams are dreams...

The following day, Tuesday, 21 May, at 1 a.m.

In the chat group, Huang Shan Zhenjun, the group leader, is finally online.

As soon as he came up, the North River scattered his head and asked: "Who was the one you added yesterday called 'Book Mountain Stress'? Where do you practice? ”

“Yesterday? Didn't you talk to her? That is the daughter of an old friend of mine in this era, seems to have good qualifications. Young people are already the peak of the third grade of the day. We are about to enter the four pints of the day. It is very important.” Zhenjun Huangshan smiled and replied.

The age of birth is less than forty? This age is already the pinnacle of the third grade, a genius indeed. The North River scattered people nodded darkly, but the other side still took a strange sermon. ‘Book Mountain Stress' doesn't feel like a sermon.

Huangshan Zhenjun suddenly said, "Huh? My old friend's daughter's street number is not called 'Book Mountain Stress'. By the way, this mountain is under a lot of pressure. ”

“…” Huangshan Zhenjun is gone.

It's not a hairy thing, it's a true monarch you added yesterday to unknown humans, right?

He tried to ask, "Shinjun, are you adding the wrong person? ”

“Until you see it. ”

A moment later.

Zhenjun Huangshan gave a series of cold sweat expressions in the crowd: “That's a mistake. The number is only one digit short, and your honor has turned 8 into 9. I didn't expect you to make such a big mistake. ”

The North River scattered people laughed: “I told you, no one will ever call their way 'book mountain pressure', even if they are integrated into modern society. ”

Zhenjun Huangshan continued to give a cold sweat expression.

Then he hurried and pulled his best friend's daughter back into the group.

Group Message Tip: ‘Yoko Lingwujima Yu’ has joined Group 1 in Kyushu.

The name corresponds to the painting style of the Jiuzhou 1 group, with a rich Immortal scent. The stressful name of Book Mountain is definitely a strange thing to mix in.

As soon as the newcomer joined him, the Mad Knife Sanlang immediately turned his head: “Yo, the new Daoist is a fairy, shine a picture, newspaper three! If it's pretty, do you have an appointment? ”

Three waves of a mad knife dived a long time ago - he was a goldfish, but his memory was a little longer than three seconds. He was already reminded yesterday, so in order to avoid getting older seniors, today he is careful diving to observe the situation.

Zhenjun Huangshan said that the new fairy was the daughter of friends, and the day after yesterday, she was relieved by the madness of the sword. He's not a ‘senior-level' character, he can make fun of it and have an addiction.

There are very few newcomers in this group, and he's suffocating.

When the three waves opened their mouths, Huangshan Zhenjun's face became dark.

“…” Sooko Yuba of Lingwujima entered a series of ellipses and then sent another unseen sentence: “Due to the lack of time, the old man and daughter have already sat and practiced on time. Her number is currently hanging up, waiting for Huang Shan Daoyou to join the group. Cough... I have long heard that Sanlangdao's friends in the Jiuzhou Qun are in the wind. I can say that I will. It's better to see them all at first sight. Miwa Daoyou, my husband appreciates you and will buy you a drink sometime. ”

Crazy knife is so embarrassing, teasing the girl but encountering the sister father, there is nothing more shameful than this day. He wanted to find a hole to go in.

Fortunately, this senior seemed to have a casual personality, and in a few words, he brought it with him.

Next, the senior and the crowd online greeted each other and asked them to take care of their daughter more in the future. Then the dive hung up.

Seeing his predecessor go away, the Mad Knife three waves relaxed his breath, and he laughed: "Fortunately, it seems that this predecessor is not a person who can't joke. Maybe there will be a chance to talk to Yoshiko Yu herself. ”

“…” Zhenjun Huangshan.

“…” The North River is scattered.

The pharmacist rarely took another head. He is a man who cares about words like gold. He rarely talks with his head, but this time he rarely typed four words: “Ask for blessings." ”

“?” Three doubts.

But a pharmacist like Kim obviously won't explain it any more.

“Look at the prefix for the New Humanity.” The North River Scatter explains that if you don't die, you won't die. Why would Brother Sanlang never understand that?

“Prefix? Butterfly Island?” The Crazy Knife Triple Wave doesn't seem to have reacted yet.

“Yes, Butterfly Island! Plus, you're a senior, don't you think?” The North River is scattered.

Half a day later, the three waves of the mad knife suddenly realized, painting a series of ‘kneeling’ expressions in the crowd: “Is that the needle schemer better than the spiritual butterfly respecter? ”

The Spiritual Butterfly Honor is a powerful predecessor, he is good at everything, he is just righteous... he likes and plots more than all kinds of chicken and garlic skins small things, he has climbed the road of the Jinjitsu Comparison. He's a needle gauge!

The North River's popular mouth was pounding: “I didn't warn you that! ”

Huangshan Zhenjun sighed, and he couldn't keep watching: “Sanlang, my old friend is just hanging up, but he's not offline yet. ”

That means... the chat record may be seen.

No, they're gonna see us!

Zhenjun Huangshan can't really watch the three waves continue to die, but he is also a descendant of his own group.

“I wipe, fucker.” The three waves of the sword seemed to see the future in the near future, and the Spiritual Butterfly Immortal came to visit and then subjected him to all kinds of abuse. His orbit is wet again, and this time he seems to have gotten into more trouble with a senior?

Sanwangdun screamed: “Please help me beg for mercy! ”

Zhenjun Huangshan gave a cold back expression.

The crowd no longer cares about the sound of the Three Waves Losers, calmly shifting the subject.

The people of the North River scattered asked the Lord: “Zhenjun, how do you solve that 'book mountain stress'? ”

Su Shiqi said: “Want to kick it off? After all, it's just ordinary people who don't really like to talk to each other. ”

“Cough, now that you've been mistakenly added, that's kind of fate. Let your honor count and see what you can do.” Huangshan Zhenjun replied - mainly that he suddenly joined the group, now he says kick and kick, isn't he very shameless?

So at least it counts as gossip, as an excuse to kick people off.

This way, you show your superior compulsion.

Second, he was suddenly interested in gossip mathematics a while ago. He learned for a month and itched. Prefer to count before anything.

Say it. He started gossiping with a copy of "The Song of Tang Poetry" around him. He reached out and flipped his hand and ran a mystery of gossip. The power in the underworld pulls out a poem and forms a gossip image.

This time the gossip went well, Huangshan Zhenjun has learned the gossip art since the first time, so much has felt!

He looked at the results of the gossip with joy.

Then…

Huang Shan Zhenjun faces like water.

Huangshan Zhenjun's complexion became stinky.

And look at the gossip: in heaven be the wingbird, and in heaven be the branch.

The poem I remember was written by a Baijuyi poet in the Tang Dynasty. It was very classic. It was often quoted as love?

Suddenly, Zhenjun Huangshan felt bad about his whole life.

Bigbird, your sister, your sister! I'd rather hang my own southeast branch for the company branch!

Is it true that Shinjun Huangshan, his hall, is going to make a scene with 'Book Mountain Stress' about your death, my life and amazing love?

“This is definitely not enough for this venerable art, after all, it's only been a month... so this venerable should be another gossip! Yes, it must be!” Huangshan Zhenjun once again runs the mystery of gossip, and the power in the underworld flips "Tang Shi Song Yi" again.

Another poem was drawn.

This time the gossip trick works super smoothly, Huangshan Zhenjun feels good about himself, absolutely won!

He looked at the gossip.

Then……

Shinjun's face is white.

Gossip: “If it's a long time, it's not the twilight of the morning! ”

Twilight!

“I don't believe in evil!” Zhenjun Huangshan gossiped again.

This time it feels even better, Zhenjun Huangshan feels that his gossip image is cultivated at this moment!

This time!

He looked down at the gossip: “Turning back, the man is there, in the light. ”

“ …… ”

“Breathe deeply, breathe deeply.” Huang Shan Zhenjun calmly closed the Tang poem Song poem, 45 degree angle of melancholy looking to the sky - what a lovely feeling!

Then, Zhenjun calmly tore the Hardcover version of Tang Shi Song's words into pieces and nodded forcefully as he tore them: “I really don't have a talent for gossip, I'm not born to be a gossiper. So, my lord must have miscalculated the gossip! ”

He threw the torn Tang Shi Song words aside, and his heart swore darkly that his hands would never be cheap again!

Hardcover poetry pieces were thrown aside, and Zhenjun typed in the crowd: “The book mountain is under a lot of pressure... keep it first. My lord just counted the gossip, and found that he and my lord had a fortune, adding him to the group was not accidental, but inevitable! What happens after that depends on his own creation. ”

Zhenjun used a variety of gossip vocabulary to embezzle him. As for the results of the gossip, he would never reveal half a word!

Motherfucker, if there's a reason, it's definitely a sin!

“Keep it, he'll probably be leaving soon anyway. By the way, what was the result of the Zhenjun gossip?” The North River Scatterers heard that Shinjun was learning gossip, so they were curious about what this senior had come up with.

“...” Zhenjun Huangshan: “Well, you guys keep talking, I have to go ahead. ”

In short, he quickly disembarked and left a blind North River scattered.