Chapter 1 - The True Monarch of Yellow Mountain an

　　May 20, 2019, Monday. 　　The end of spring and the summer solstice. 　　In this season, the temperature difference between day and night in the south of the Yangtze River becomes very big. During the day, you still wear pants and heat up like a dog; at night, you have to shrink under the quilt and freeze like a chilly bird. 　　Jiangnan University Town. 　　Two thirteen in the afternoon, this point was exactly the time for students to attend classes. Song Shuhang, however, stayed alone in the dormitory, the computer desk was pulled to the side of the bed, making it convenient for him to watch movies in various positions. 　　Song Shuhang didn't have a penchant for skipping classes - last night, the weather was sweltering in the first half of the night, and in his sleep, he made a move to 'double dragons out of the sea' to stomp off the covers. In the second half of the night, the temperature dropped drastically. Song Shuhang, who only had a pair of small pants all over his body, was instantly miserable, and in his sleep, his hands groped painstakingly on the bed, searching and searching, but he couldn't touch the quilt. In the end, he could only shrink into the shape of a skinny shrimp, shivering under the obscene authority of the cold midnight wind. 　　When the sun rose, Song Shuhang had already become part of the seasonal cold army. 　　His roommate had already taken today's class off for him. 　　Then, he took cold medicine and slept until now. 　　The fever had faded and his body was still a bit weak, so he couldn't go to class in such a state. Therefore, he could only stay alone in the dormitory and watch a movie in boredom. 　　On the screen, the progress bar of the movie's playback slowly advanced. But the content of the movie, Song Shuhang didn't read into it at all. 　　"Has the drug effect not passed yet? so sleepy." He yawned, feeling his eyes a little heavy. 　　'Drip drip drip~' At this moment, the chat software in the lower right corner of the computer jumped. 　　It was a prompt for someone to add him as a friend, or join a group. 　　"Who added me?" Song Shuhang muttered as he reached out and tapped on the bottom right corner of the computer's touchscreen, and the alert message popped up. 　　[Yellow Mountain True Lord (******) requests to add you as a friend]. Additional message: none. 　　Yellow Mountain True Monarch? Who is it, with this strange nickname? 　　"Is it someone from the class?" Song Shuhang said darkly, and in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the few guys in his class who had obviously gone to university but were still in their youthful fantasy period. If it was them, they would indeed come up with such strange nicknames. 　　Thinking of this, he tapped 'Agree'. 　　Immediately after, another system message popped up. 　　[True Lord Huang Shan invites you to join the group 'Nine Continents One Group', do you agree?] 　　Song Shuhang continued to press agree. 　　'Shushan is under a lot of pressure' agreed to join the group 'Nine Continents No. 1 Group'. 　　[You have agreed to join the group, say hello to your groupmates!] There was also a system smiley face attached. 　　Chatting tools were becoming more and more humanized these days. 　　After a series of prompts popped up, Song Shuhang talkingly shut down the prompts and the group chat window - he was so sleepy right now, how could he have the energy to care about what group he had added? 　　Anyway, his group settings had always been 'no message prompts only show number', group chats wouldn't pop up to disturb him, only the number of chats would be displayed after the group. 　　When he sobered up a bit, he could go through the chat logs, and he would know what group he had joined, as well as the chat logs of the group members would not be lost. 　　Eyes are getting heavy ...... 　　The movie progress bar was still tenaciously advancing, but Song Shuhang's consciousness was getting more and more blurred. 　　...... 　　In the Nine Continents No. 1 group, after seeing a newcomer join, a diving member of the group bubbled up. 　　Beihe Scatterer: ''Did True Lord Huangshan add a new Daoist in? It's been over a year since a new person was added, right?" 　　Another person with the ID 'Su's Aqi' quickly replied, "There's a new daoist friend? Which region of China is your friend from? Which cave are you practicing in? What's your Dao number? How many grades of cultivation?" 　　With this series of questions, it always felt like something was off? 　　Almost at the same time, a message popped up from the one with the ID of Mad Sword Three Waves, "Gender of the new daoist friend? Is it a fairy? If so, report your circumference and take a picture!" 　　Seeing the messages from Su's Aqi and Berserk Sword Three Waves, several people in the group had their mouths twitch. 　　"Brother Three Waves, are you really a goldfish?" Beihe Scatterer sighed, "Don't you dare commit another act of death, what if Yellow Mountain True Lord adds another great senior in?" 　　This guy, San Lang, was good at everything; he was affectionate and helpful, so he was well-liked - it was just that he usually liked to blossom and make a good death. 　　This guy's luck value was ridiculously low, and every time he died unintentionally, the ones who were offended were always the great seniors. These big seniors are worried about having no fun, naturally they are very happy to toss up the Wild Blade Three Waves, the fun that was sent to the door. 　　"Kneel down and beg not to mention the words 'great seniors', this seat has a shadow in its heart." Mad Blade Third Wave sent a row of 'tearful' emojis. 　　Four years ago, this broken mouth of his offended a beautiful 'elder' and was tossed around ...... That elder tossed him around for a whole year and four months in a row. You heard right, is a whole year and four months ah! Thinking of that inhumanly great period of time, his eyes were moist. 　　Just after San Langcai said this, bad smile emoticons popped up one after another in the group - undisguised, straightforward gloating. 　　There were eight people in the group who showed their online status, and six of them popped up in unison to brush a row of smiley faces. 　　"You group of gloating guys, this seat remembers each and every one of you, don't let this seat meet you, or else I'll be sure to let you taste the effectiveness of this seat's seventy-two fast swords!" Mad Sword Three Waves said with hatred. He was very confident in his fast knife, the six guys who were laughing badly just now, none of them were his opponents if they went one on one. 　　Mad Knife Three Waves had just finished speaking. 　　The group immediately popped up another bad smile emoticon, it is Su's Aqi's. The group is very excited. 　　Then Su's Archie was very excited and said, "When will we go one on one?" 　　Obviously, Su's Archie didn't mean to gloat - he just wanted to find someone to fight. 　　"...... "Mad Sword Three Waves shriveled up at once. 　　It was because he couldn't beat Archie! 　　His cultivation was profound, having reached the 5th grade Spirit Queen stage realm, and he was only two steps away from the 6th grade Spirit Monarch, but he couldn't beat Ah Qi. 　　He had a hand of seventy-two way sword technique that was fast and vicious, and a body technique that was as fast as lightning, but he couldn't beat Ah Qi. 　　He is known as the Mad Sword, and when he is mad, he is even afraid of himself, but he can't beat Ah Qi! 　　After the group saw that San Lang had withered, there was another string of unbridled smiles. 　　"......" This time, Mad Knife Three Waves could only send a depressed string of ellipses. 　　The people in the group made a lot of noise, but they didn't see the newcomer make a sound, and they were a bit puzzled. 　　"The new daoist doesn't make a sound?" Beihe Scattered Man asked out loud. 　　Unfortunately, because of the effects of the cold medicine, Song Shuhang had already entered a half-sleep state once again. 　　At this time, Su's Aqi happily sent another message, "I read that the new daoist is called 'Book Mountain Pressure'. Have you ever heard of an expert with this Dao name? The dao name sounds a bit like a Confucian walker? I'm really looking forward to it! Over the years, the walkers of the Confucian Sect have secluded themselves so deeply that they can't even be found. I haven't fought them for nearly a hundred years! In retrospect, the Confucian practitioners were more enjoyable than the Buddhists, not only were they smart-mouthed, but their fists were also hard. And when they are in the mood to fight, they will also recite poems in a heroic manner, which is doubly refreshing! It's my favorite to beat them." 　　"Seven, I mean, is your only expectation of a new daoist always whether it's a good fight or not, and whether it's a good fight or not?" Mad Sword Three Waves sent a tearful emoji and said. This was simply bully behavior, okay? 　　"Uh." Su's Archie was a little embarrassed. 　　Beihe Scatterer laughed evilly, "Could it be another 'big senior' who doesn't know how to use chat tools?" 　　When he said that, the crowd felt that this scene was very immediate? 　　Right, almost four years ago there also seemed to be a senior who came out of seclusion after more than a hundred years, and similarly managed to get on the chatting software and was added to the group by Yellow Mountain True Lord. Yet, because he couldn't type, he didn't speak. 　　Then, a guy called Mad Knife Three Waves was very happy in front of this predecessor mouth flower, and want this predecessor to report three circumference, and want her to send photos, and want voice chat and so on. 　　Then ...... in a few days, the wild knife three waves saw this senior with their own eyes. That is a very beautiful senior, as dazzling and beautiful as the bright moon in the night sky. 　　Then, this beautiful senior tossed Berserkers three waves for a whole year and four months, before leaving in satisfaction. 　　Berserk Dagger Three Waves instantly knelt down. 　　"Yellow Mountain?" At this moment, an ID called 'Medicine Master' spoke. 　　An inexplicably short message with no beginning and no end. 　　Fortunately, the people in the group had long since gotten used to the Pill Master's short chatting habits - he was asking the group leader, Yellow Mountain True Lord, where he was. 　　The short speech is not the pharmacist character noble and cold, but because he typed with two fingers Zen plus handwriting, speed thief slow. The number of words is also easy to error, delete write write pain incomparable. So the pharmacist is used to speak short. Over time, it has become this kind of communication method that is as stingy as gold. 　　"He added people and then immediately went offline, I heard that his family's precious big demon dog ran away from home again in anger, and Yellow Mountain True Lord went after it again. It's not easy to deal with that precious big demon dog, now True Lord must be very busy, being able to go online and add people is a rare opportunity to find time." North River Scattered Man returned. 　　"......" Pharmacist. 　　"Then we can only wait for the new daoists to learn to use the chat tool before chatting." Su's Archie sighed. They all had a preconceived notion that the new addition was also a fellow Daoist. 　　Seeing that the new daoist friend didn't respond, the few who were online also dived in when they saw that there was no fun to be had. 　　...... 　　After about an hour, Song Shuhang came to his senses slightly. 　　"Remember when someone added my group just now, I think it was called the Nine Continents One Group?" He murmured in a low voice, casually clicking on the chat tool in the lower right corner and pulling out the chat window of the Nine Continents One Group. 　　What exactly is this group? 　　Soon, the chat log from an hour ago appeared in front of him. 　　Song Shuhang roughly excursed through it. 　　Daoist friends? Cave residence? Cultivation level of several grades? 　　And senior? True Lord? This seat? Chasing a great demon dog? 　　All sorts of words specialized in immortal novels. 　　The way the group's personnel chatted and spoke was also interesting - half-ancient, half-white. It gave the impression that modern people were trying to communicate in an ancient language, but on the other hand, their failing skills in ancient languages led to an awkward way of communication. 　　"Giggle~~" Song Shuhang burst out laughing. 　　It looks like this is a group built by immortal lovers? 　　Oh no, this was definitely not an ordinary group of Immortal Chivalry enthusiasts! 　　Everyone in the group gave themselves a dao name, the place where they lived was to be called a cave, and the group owner's lost pet dog was to be described as the family's big demonic dog that ran away from home. There are also people who claim that they have not fought a Confucian walker for hundreds of years or something, that is to say, that person claimed to have lived for hundreds of years? 　　Just looking at these chats gave me a sense of shame. 　　"This level of obsession has already reached the level of middle-aged sickness, right, and it's a very Chinese immortal middle-agedness." Song Shuhang secretly nodded. 　　From the looks of it, this was a concentration camp for Immortal Man's Middle-aged Disease patients! 　　This was his first impression of the 'Nine Continents No. 1 Group' and the members of the group. 　　But why would they add him to the group? 　　He looked at the group owner, Huang Shan Zhen Jun's profile, and it wasn't his classmate, and he definitely didn't know him. 　　Was he added by mistake?