The legendary story of Lingbi stone lying on the horse whistling in the sky, the moon is in the sky, and the bright moon is in the sky. On a quiet night, everything in the world fell asleep peacefully, except those insects who serenaded faithfully. The wind is blowing and the branches are shaking. I don't know whether the banner in front of the post station is too worn or the wind is too strong. After a few struggles, the flag was rolled up by the wind, crossed the wall, crossed the hall and landed straight in the thatched stable in the backyard. Under the stable, beside the bluestone trough, there is a saddle. An old horse is sleeping peacefully. I don't know its name. Let's just call him "nobody". In the dark blue night sky, a few stars are shining, and there is a thatched crack that passes through the stable and falls on the nameless body. In a flash, the nameless body seemed to be illuminated, and the silver light wrapped his whole body. Suddenly, the silver light contracted into a beam, penetrating the nameless mind ... running, running fast, only feeling that the earth was retreating rapidly, hooves were flying and dust was digging. At this time, "Unknown" felt a tight back, which was the strength coming from his legs wearing golden combat boots. Zoom in and everything becomes clear. A general in golden armor and purple shirt, with a bloody BMW (obviously "nameless" a few years ago), holding a silver gun in his hand, shaking his arm and shouting: Kill ...! Everything was no longer silent, and the field was full of shouting, trumpets and drums, swords and halberds, fierce flags and rolling hooves, and the scene suddenly became warm. Feeling the power coming from behind, the "nameless" who has long been used to the battlefield knows that it is time to sprint. With a long hiss and four hooves, it quickly ran to the enemy's defense line with General Shining Armor. An enemy soldier who pranced across the ground before and after, kicked it to the ground in an instant with a hard hoof. Then there was a side flash, which avoided the enemy's frontal shooting when it could not be sent. The scene was a mess, and guns and arrows flew by from time to time, causing a sharp pain. For the unknown who is used to fighting, this kind of pain will only catalyze his inner potential and inspire his pride in fighting. Running, prancing, kicking, dodging ... I don't know how long it took, everything went on, but the sound of killing, the sound of horns and drums, the sound of swords and swords gradually faded away, and everything became heavier and heavier. All I could hear was heavy hooves and heavy gasps. Suddenly, the back tensed again, followed by the roar of General Jin Jia: Kill …… the old horse sleeping in the stable "nameless" a tingle, suddenly get up, make uneasy footsteps and growl, and habitually watch around warily. The bright moon is in the sky, crickets chirp, and everything is the same in the silent night. Self-effacing kneeling, unwilling and hard to pay filled my heart, suddenly leading for a month, screaming again and again. Tao flies in the clouds, the sun rises and the moon sets. In the course of time, the tall grass stables were blown away and the azurite wall was destroyed. Only the sound of lying on the old horse has become an eternal freeze. And this must always be sealed in the following strange stone: four hooves kneeling on the ground, saddle on the back, flying mane, everything is clearly identifiable, and the slightly open mouth on the unyielding head is a silent accusation against heaven. Old horses crouch, how many vicissitudes; Although it is late and ambitious, how magnificent it is!

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