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The west wind of the ancient road is still there, the sound of riding horseshoes is like thunder, the army is rolling like the Great Wall, and the smoke is everywhere.
Pedestrians on the road leaned down, covered their faces with big sleeves of Confucian shirts to keep out the dust and sand, and murmured, "Going to the villa?" This doesn't look like several roads-is boss Yan on duty today? "The words are particularly prominent, and then I heard a shrill scream from the distant mountain ahead!
Although the scream is far away and light, it still sounds creepy.
"Ha ha, just saying." Passerby A coughed, cleared his throat, then adjusted his clothes, put a bamboo basket on his back, rolled up a piece of cloth with the words "medical sage" in his hand, and continued to walk slowly.
Turning a mountain ridge, I saw a few riders who were so arrogant just now scattered on the side of the road, shaking off their clothes in panic and wailing miserably. Far away, in a forest of Eucommia ulmoides, there are two figures flying fast and unsurpassed. One of them, with a strong something congenial between body movements, looks like a ghost coming out of hell.
Passerby A didn't look at the Jianghu tourists or carriages. Instead, he picked up a stone tablet more than a foot wide and more than two feet long and planted it on the side of the road. It was clearly printed: Come dismount.
The stone tablet was planted well by the roadside. How could it fall to one side? Naturally, these Jianghu people who have nothing to do but make trouble are bluffing-I don't know if this stone tablet has been ...
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