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Wind Dancing Wild Sand

Author: Resting Loam. Mu Yue

Small Preface

Updated 2007-4-4 0:33:00 Word Count: 4

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Chapter 1 Several times flying snow cages heavy passes, a pot of turbid wine to drive away the bitter cold

Updated 2007-3-28 18:22:00 Word Count: 9956

Shuo Feng is like a fury. Flying snow is like a knife.

At this time, the Great Wall at the top of Yanshan Mountain was like a silver dragon flying under the gloomy sky. An ancient road under the mountain is the necessary route from the northern border to the Central Plains. According to the old legend, Mr. Yang had led hundreds of thousands of troops from the north to conquer the Khitan. However, where was the hero, leaving the name of the hero with people to comment on. Ancient road side of a small store, called "Yang's old store", rumored to be in honor of the old Yang Linggong. Legends in the countryside are not enough to comment on. However, at this time of snow and wind, but it is the traveler's heart of the peace and happiness of the countryside.

At this time, the wind and snow, the road is difficult to travel, to and from the merchants travelers have to stay here. This Yang's old store is really an old store, but for some reason, always poorly run. Although many rooms and spacious, but few people live, so cleaning is not rough. There are even two rooms because the repair is not timely, the roof is already broken and leaking snow. There are so many people and so few rooms that some of the short-tempered ones quarreled with the shopkeeper. In fact, the old shopkeeper is good-tempered, the second is sharp-tongued, can not find a room guests had to be reluctantly arranged to the store in the middle of a large fire by the side of their own sulking.

At this time, it was already late. The dozen or so people sitting around the fire, looking out the door from time to time, but see that the snow is tight, by the north wind, from time to time, rolled into the door, think tomorrow may not be able to travel, most of them are anxious, full of sadness. Suddenly, a big man picked up a bowl of wine in front of him, fiercely poured down, and then manipulated the Chuanzhong accent cursed: "Ger Laozi's, this son of a bitch weather can still let people mix it?" The crowd looked over, see that the big man majestic rough, two big hands calluses all over the side of a ......

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