Chapter 123: Xiao Ming Xiu Xian Ji (1/2)

On the yellow title page, five characters of Xiao Ming Xiu Xian Ji were written.

Zhang Qingyuan suddenly panicked.

Back then, in order to find a way to recharge the proficiency panel, I also thought about whether this proficiency could be recharged using things like reading beliefs.

So Zhang Qingyuan wrote this book of Xiaoming's Cultivation of Immortals in accordance with the fantasy fairy tales of the previous life.

The story starts from a certain place where Wang Xiaoming, a natural and wasteful son of the Wang family, was divorced by his fiancee. Wang Xiaoming, who could not bear the humiliation, wrote a letter of resignation on the spot. At the same time, he left a sentence of 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi. Soon after, Wang Xiaoming discovered In the jade pendant that my mother left for me, there is the remnant soul of a strong man...

The plot of this book is enthusiastically written in accordance with the various routines of the previous life,

In order to open the market more quickly and gather the power of faith, Zhang Qingyuan added a large section of certain sections that would inevitably escape the blows of the river crab beasts in the previous life.

Although there are immortals in this world, the level of cultural civilization is just the level of ancient feudal society in the pre-yuan Dynasty of Zhang Qing.

An ordinary lively **** erotica picture, I am afraid it is not a rare treasure that some people keep in the bottom of the box.

Compared with Zhang Qingyuan, who had experienced various evil bombings by teachers Bai, ***, and Bo in his previous life, how deficient and pure is the spiritual culture of the ancients in the different world?

Although Zhang Qingyuan’s descriptions of certain places in his previous life seemed to be quite satisfactory, in front of the innocent ancients in another world, it was simply lustful, and the description of some of the gameplay in it was comparable to the tsunami. Generally impacts their cognition.

No surprise,

This book is on fire.

The fire is extremely hot.

The hot-blooded plot, coupled with all kinds of non-exposed, but extremely sultry descriptions, not only rages as soon as it is printed, but also quickly spread to other places.

Not only is it spread in the mortal world, it is gradually reaching the realm of cultivation.

Even some places where young ladies who rely on their bodies to support themselves are basically equipped with a book of Xiaoming's cultivation notes to increase the taste of the guests.

Even so,

Zhang Qingyuan originally didn't need to panic.

But the problem is that after this Xiao Ming Xiu Xian Ji became popular, the proficiency panel in his mind still didn't have the slightest recharge prompt. In anger, Zhang Qingyuan directly broke it in the most exciting place...

broken......

Later, Zhang Qingyuan learned by accident that the bookseller who first published the book couldn't give the back, and later found a copy of the sequel to the dog's tail. The result caused the anger of the masses and was directly caught by a Congtian. A certain comprehensionist in Erjiang smashed the shop, and then many readers came all the way and beat the bookseller who had long been unable to bear the change of profession.

If the boss chasing the book in front of you knows,

The **** book he read was written by himself.

Will I be locked up in a small black room and not allowed to eat?

Or if you are sent a blade, you can cut the chicken without writing it?

Thinking of the terrible resentment of some readers who were eunuchs in the past life, Zhang Qingyuan felt cold all over.

Can't panic,

Don't panic!

Zhang Qingyuan forced his composure.

The sloppy old man glanced at Zhang Qingyuan, and instantly put Xiao Ming Xiuxian Ji away, and the insignificance on his face disappeared.

Stroking his beard, a kind of immortal spirit and spirit came to life.

just,

This kid suddenly appeared in front of him and interrupted his reading of the book. Why did he seem panicked?

”Boy, what are you panicking?”

The sloppy old man couldn't help being authentic, looking suspiciously at Zhang Qingyuan's gaze.

I do not have,