Siheyuan: With Heaven-Defying Comprehension, My Pocket Dimension Swallows Heaven and Earth!

Clothed in Siheyuan chronicles, writing fantasy novels, ten thousand years of Polygonum multiflorum, two thousand years of ginseng, light, dark, transformation, elixir realm...

With the name of a courtyard, the writing is messy, and Chapter 133 is not interesting.

In 1975, you used mobile phones, KTV, and barbecued beer in Beijing????

Author, what do you want to write about? What the hell did you write? One hundred-dollar bills, one hundred-dollar bills, one big black pile. There are so many things in them that I'm speechless.

What on earth is this nonsense trying to write? You turned a perfectly good historical fiction story into something ridiculous?

It's no exaggeration to say it's inexplicable

The land that never ends is sown and the land that never ends is harvested. It's almost 100 chapters and we are still farming, which is a bit messy.

The writing is average, individualistic, and does not fit the background of the times. It feels like a person living alone, dealing with the world, and having autism. Out of touch with the masses

Selling sheep's heads and selling dog meat has nothing to do with the courtyard, but I am writing articles about cultivating immortals here.