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Chapter 47 The Legend of Shimagou (1)

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    In the thousands of worlds, there are many strange things, and there are also many unexplainable legends.

    Legends are passed down from people's mouths, telling stories uninterruptedly from generation to generation, describing the beautiful inheritance in the heart.

    Some stories are passed to the end, and it is not known whether they are true or not, but there are many people who have heard of them and are closely related to the things in the stories.

    What I am going to write this time is about the legend of Shimagou. Because I know very little about the story, what I am writing is not the real legend.

    This story

    It is purely fictitious!

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    Shilian Village, D County

    The whistling of the northwest wind blew up layers of thin yellow sand on the dry loess ground.

    There are only dozens of families in this village, and some thatched houses are built.

    In the leftmost family in the second row, there lived a middle-aged man.

    Middle-aged people have no children. They usually grow a la carte and go out to do odd jobs to earn money. They can barely support themselves.

    However, this middle-aged man has a disease, which prevents him from earning money, so he can only grow vegetables and sell them to make ends meet.

    When the disease broke out, he was in unbearable pain, and he had no savings, so he had no money to go to the doctor.

    He can only endure and suffer, for him, this is how he survives the day.

    The door blew by the northwest wind trembled for a while, and the rusted door bolt was knocking back and forth on the cracked wooden door.

    Accompanied by the creaking sound, two dilapidated doors were opened by the wind for a while, and closed again for a while.

    The middle-aged man was lying on a bed covered with hay. The bed was very hard, but his body ached.

    It seemed to be a pain in the stomach, and he held his stomach in pain and cramped. The middle-aged man curled up on the bed, panting.

    Even though he was trembling violently from the wind, he still huddled together, as if he couldn't hear any sound.

    There is only pain in my mind.

    At this time, he remembered a legend that there was a long and beautiful white horse in a deep ditch in the west mountain.

    This horse often drinks water here, it can neigh, and it eats green grass here, but its whereabouts are uncertain, and the time of appearance is not punctual.

    Someone has seen it and heard it speak.

    Some people were scared away by it, and those who were scared away found other people to look at it, but the horse disappeared.

    Only the clear water in the ditch is left, flowing slowly in this winding gully.

    They searched the ditch many times, but they never saw the white horse again, so they left here.

    The place where Baima often visits is Shimagou.

    Later, a man walked out of Shimagou, holding two pieces of silver in both hands, with a smile on his face.

    A passer-by saw him and asked him suspiciously, "Where did you get such a big piece of silver?"

    "In the stone horse ditch, there is a white horse. I just met it. It can talk, and I chatted with it for a while. I like this horse very much. Then I sat next to it and stroked it.  head.

    "Unexpectedly, two pieces of silver appeared beside me. When I looked at the horse again, the horse disappeared."

    This person's words, like a northwest wind blowing, spread thousands of miles in an instant.

    Later, one after another, people took out gold, silver, and jewelry from Shimagou. When they came out, they all said the same thing.

    So everyone knows that there is a white horse in Shimagou. This white horse is a fairy horse. As long as you touch its head, it can conjure something you like.

    Maybe it's gold, maybe it's silver, maybe it's treasure.

    "To be continued" (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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