Capítulo 1304: Chapter 582: The Third Incarnation, Six Hundred Years Later (2)

Zheng Fa was stunned.

“Fellow Daoist Qingnv… others might not know, but wouldn’t you know? That All Heaven Stars Formation, I might not be able to use it once we’re in the West Continent, which means returning won’t be so easy.”

“I know.”

“Then you still…”

This is different from Zheng Fa entering with the Maitreya Body; Qingnv going to the West Continent truly poses a life-threatening risk.

“The Water Mother said you, being alone, would have a hard time subduing Bai Hua.” Qingnv’s tone was very calm, “With my assistance, only then do you have the confidence to succeed.”

That’s the rationale.

But this involves life and death for Qingnv, causing Zheng Fa to hesitate.

Seeing his indecisive expression, Qingnv suddenly smiled, her tone becoming even more resolute:

“This life of mine is originally one you saved, Sect Leader.” She paused, seeing Zheng Fa still not in agreement, then continued, “Besides, I indeed want to return to the Turquoise Pool soon.”

“Hmm?”

“With the chaos in the Buddhist realm and Four Directions Buddha in confrontation, the Turquoise Pool, as a third force, is in a similar situation as the Peacock Emperor, but the Peacock Emperor can leave, whereas the ordinary beings of the Turquoise Pool cannot escape, and might easily suffer calamities.” The Taiyin Fairy finally spoke, “No matter Bai Hua’s situation, those ordinary beings in the Turquoise Pool once worshiped us, and are tied to our Daoist progress. As cultivators of Divine Dao Skill, we cannot turn a blind eye.”

This made Zheng Fa hold some respect for the two of them. He knew they were just finding excuses — after all, they had the support of the Golden Immortal World; if something happened to those Turquoise Pool believers, they might be affected, but they would hardly die.

The Taiyin Fairy continued: “Originally, I also wanted to go, to ensure safety, but…”

She glanced at Qingnv helplessly.

Qingnv waved her hand, her manner so natural and unrestrained that it exuded an inexplicable dominance: “Didn’t I say, Taiyin, you’re smart, stay in the Jiushan Sect assisting the reincarnated Water Mother, a small Bai Hua, I can handle it alone!”

The Taiyin Fairy pursed her lips, and after a few breaths, pulled out a faint smile from the corner of her mouth.

Zheng Fa secretly sighed; Qingnv still wanted to leave the Turquoise Pool with some capital — in other words, she was truly prepared for her demise.

Seeing the downcast expressions of the crowd, Qingnv seemed a bit unaccustomed, and suddenly said: “The Water Mother asked the Nine Nether Emperor for me, he said if something does happen to me, they could arrange a good reincarnation, definitely won’t treat me badly!”

Even Zheng Fa couldn’t help but laugh.

Honestly, this might be some sort of assurance for disciples with lower cultivation, but for a Golden Immortal like Qingnv, it did not mean much.

To become a Golden Immortal, it requires not just aptitude and background but also luck, accumulation, effort, and character, all of which are indispensable. For Qingnv, reincarnating and hoping to reach the realm of a Golden Immortal again is indeed a slim chance.

In truth, Qingnv stepping forward greatly aids Zheng Fa in his actions in the West Continent. Given her persistence, Zheng Fa had no reason to refuse and could only agree.

After sending the Taiyin Fairy and others away, Zheng Fa entered the inner chamber with Sister Zhang, and only then sighed: “The two fairies from the Turquoise Pool are truly loyal to it, as well as to the Water Mother.”

During the conversation just now, Qingnv actually asked if, should she die, the credit could be given to Mu Qingyan.

It was evident that Qingnv’s decision also had the intention of paving the way for Mu Qingyan…

This made Zheng Fa truly in awe.

Sister Zhang chuckled, explaining: “Before you emerged from retreat, I asked the two fairies, Taiyin and others.”

“What?”

“They actually grew up with the Water Mother and the Turquoise Pool; among them, Taiyin and the Water Mother met very early, both achieving the Dao with spirit roots and having congenial temperaments, they were already close friends, living and dying together for several epochs…”

Zheng Fa began to understand.

“Qingnv is actually a bit younger; just as she developed spiritual wisdom, she was discovered by the Water Mother. One could say the two share a bond like mother and daughter.”

“On the contrary, the Rangsui Goddess was born only after the establishment of the Turquoise Pool. The Jile Heavenly Girl and Lord Nichang came in only after the Turquoise Pool thrived, and emotionally, indeed, they are not as close as the three.”

This is true; the position of the Rangsui Goddess is something that requires the establishment of a large-scale social organization to be born.

Although the Jile Heavenly Girl and Lord Nichang are of the same generation, the Jile Heavenly Girl later rose to prominence with the help of the Buddhist sect, becoming the fifth Golden Immortal of the Turquoise Pool. Even if we don’t mention seniority, emotionally, the trio of Qingnv and others is particularly distinct.

“So, all this time, it was the three of them who established the Turquoise Pool together?” Zheng Fa finally understood thoroughly, “No wonder she is willing to sacrifice.”

“On the other hand, with the presence of the Taiyin Fairy, and the ties with Mu Qingyan, even after Qingnv reincarnates, she won’t lack opportunities.” Sister Zhang saw clearly from a point even Zheng Fa hadn’t considered, “If they don’t integrate this way, the Turquoise Pool faction cannot fully merge into the Jiushan Sect and will always be considered outsiders. This is probably a collective decision from the Turquoise Pool faction.”

Zheng Fa was dumbfounded: “Qingnv has such intentions?”

Sister Zhang smiled, glancing at Zheng Fa: “Are you underestimating a Golden Immortal?”

Zheng Fa slowly shook his head, the expression of a bitter smile usually shown when someone’s been duped, but he did not mind it at all. The willingness of the Turquoise Pool faction to integrate into the Jiushan Sect was undoubtedly beneficial for both sides.

“Three individuals, growing together, united in life and death.” Sister Zhang suddenly spoke again, “Does it sound a bit familiar?”

“?”

Zheng Fa wore an appropriately puzzled look, as if he had no understanding of what Sister Zhang was implying.

Sister Zhang’s lips twitched slightly, without any names mentioned: “Someone has been waiting for you for six hundred years, aren’t you going to take a look?”

“…I was planning to go tomorrow.”

“No rush.” Sister Zhang gently tugged at the ends of the sash on Zheng Fa’s robe, her smile carrying a slight mischief, “She’s waited six hundred years; what’s another ten days or so.”

“…”

When standing at the threshold of the modern world again, Zheng Fa suddenly felt a pang of nervousness in his heart.

The passage of time in the modern world far surpasses that of the Xuanwei realm, let alone compared to the time inside the All Heaven Stars Formation.

Zheng Fa had only stayed in Chaos for two or three months, but about seventy years had passed in the Xuanwei realm, and in the modern world… just as Sister Zhang said, six hundred years had gone by.

Having never been away from the modern world for so long, he felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia as if returning home old, having left when young.

Due to the massive time disparity, communication with Old Man Bai and Tang Lingwu in the modern world was not smooth for Zheng Fa.

To Tang Lingwu and others, the intervals between Zheng Fa’s responses were exceedingly long, with months between each message. As such, they only roughly knew that Zheng Fa was safe and had gotten out of danger; beyond that, communication was minimal.

What seemed like two or three months to Zheng Fa translated to six hundred years for Tang Lingwu and the others… he wondered if they would regard him as a stranger upon seeing him.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fa smiled lightly, shifted his thoughts, and entered the modern world.

At this moment, it happened to be nighttime in the modern world, and Rainbow Mountain seemed unchanged, aside from a figure standing atop its peak, gazing up at the stars in a daze.

Zheng Fa recognized them at a glance; it was Tang Lingwu. She hadn’t noticed Zheng Fa yet and was staring blankly at the stars above.

A path, revealing clay earth beneath her feet, wound its way down into the forest, seemingly trodden down over long periods by someone…

Who knew how many times Tang Lingwu had come here, or how many nights she had spent gazing into the night sky.

In Zheng Fa’s heart suddenly welled up an indescribably profound emotion, and he leapt towards Rainbow Mountain, appearing in front of Tang Lingwu.

Tang Lingwu was taken aback, her gaze upon Zheng Fa before her gradually brightening, more radiant than the stars above.

Her lips parted slightly, yet no sound came forth.

Zheng Fa too found himself at a loss for words momentarily, and under the celestial light and the glow of earthly neon, the two silently gazed at each other across the distance.

Only after an unknown duration did Tang Lingwu softly speak up:

“You’re back?”

Her tone was like that of a wife awaiting the return of her husband who had only departed for work that morning.

䘹㒊䉯䭃

盧

㠖䛞

魯

㠖㙧㼈’

老

擄

㒊䔲㙧㖹䔲䔲㖹䉯䛞䝣㪟㒊

擄

䄱㞂㙧㰧䫿

蘆

䅰㕒㰧㠖䉯

㞂㠖㒊

㙧㦞䛞䔲

䛞䟘㙧䔲䔲䔲䅰㒊䄱䄱㞂㙧

㦞㙧㪟䝣

爐

㠖㙧㕒

㜲㠖㕒㕒䄱㜲䩶䛞

䛞䫿䔲㦞

䯠䉯㙧䉯㞂䉯

㽿㠖㼈䝣䔲㒊

䉯䅰㞂䉯

㡌䄱㒊䫿

櫓

䟘䋈㪟

䉯㦞

䛞㜲䉯䛞䔲䬣

䄱䛞

盧

㠖㒊㕒

㠖㒊㖹㖹䛞䔲䉯䄱䝣

蘆

㠖䯠㜲䝣

䩶䯠㒊䛞䄱䉯䯠

䛞㦞㠖䫿

㒊㽿㦞䉯䥈

䔲㞂㞂’㒊䛞

䛞䄱

㒊䔲㽿䬣

䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟 㙧䯠䔲㜲䉯㞂 㠖㒊㞂 㰧䉯㠖䝣㦞䉯㞂 䄱㪟䛞 䛞䄱 䛞㪟㽿 㠖䛞 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖’㙧 㙧㜲䉯䉯䘹䉯䟘 䯠㠖㡌䔲㒊㽿 㦞䔲䯠 㙧䛞㠖㒊㞂 㔐䉯㙧䔲㞂䉯 㦞䉯㰧䩶

䳫㦞䉯 䛞䫿䄱 㙧䛞䄱䄱㞂 㙧䔲㞂䉯 㔐㕒 㙧䔲㞂䉯䟘 㜲䄱䄱㡌䔲㒊㽿 㠖䛞 䛞㦞䉯 㙧䛞㠖㰧㰧㕒 㙧㡌㕒 㠖㔐䄱䘹䉯 㠖㒊㞂 㙼㠖䔲㒊㔐䄱䫿 㿑䄱㪟㒊䛞㠖䔲㒊 㔐䉯㜲䄱䫿䩶 䏿㜲䛞㦞䄱㪟㽿㦞 䛞㦞䉯㕒 㙧㠖䔲㞂 㒊䄱䛞㦞䔲㒊㽿䟘 䛞㦞䉯 㠖䛞䯠䄱㙧䅰㦞䉯㰧䉯 㶓㪟䔲䉯䛞㜲㕒 㔐䉯䝣㠖䯠䉯 䛞㰧㠖㒊㶓㪟䔲㜲䟘 㠖㒊㞂 䛞㦞䉯 㙧䉯㒊㙧䉯 䄱㖹 㪟㒊㖹㠖䯠䔲㜲䔲㠖㰧䔲䛞㕒 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖 㖹䉯㜲䛞 㔐䉯㖹䄱㰧䉯 䝣䄱䯠䔲㒊㽿 㞂䔲㙧㠖䅰䅰䉯㠖㰧䉯㞂 䉯㒊䛞䔲㰧䉯㜲㕒 㖹㰧䄱䯠 㦞䔲㙧 㦞䉯㠖㰧䛞䩶

䟘䅰䄱䉯㡌㙧

㦞䔲㙧

㠖䉯䝣䛞䅰䄱䄱䱫㜲㽿䔲

㒊㽿䫿䔲”䩶䛞㠖䔲

䅰䉯㡌䉯

㦭䉯

“㰧㕒䄱䞸㰧

㕒䄱㪟

䛞䄱

㒊䛞䄱䉯

䉯䯠䛞䫿㙧㠖㦞䄱

㜲㖹䔲㒊㕒㠖㜲

“䜓䄱䛞 㜲䄱㒊㽿䩶” 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟 䛞㪟㰧㒊䉯㞂 㦞䉯㰧 㦞䉯㠖㞂 㪟䅰 䛞䄱 㜲䄱䄱㡌 㠖䛞 㦞䔲䯠䟘 “䋈䔲䛞㦞 㕒䄱㪟 㔐㠖䝣㡌䟘 䔲䛞 㦞㠖㙧㒊’䛞 㔐䉯䉯㒊 㜲䄱㒊㽿 㠖䛞 㠖㜲㜲䩶”

䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖’㙧 㦞䉯㠖㰧䛞 䛞㰧䉯䯠㔐㜲䉯㞂 㙧㜲䔲㽿㦞䛞㜲㕒 㠖㙧 㦞䉯 㜲䄱䄱㡌䉯㞂 㠖䛞 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟䟘 㠖㒊㞂 䛞㦞䉯㒊 㦞䉯 㦞䉯㠖㰧㞂 㦞䉯㰧 㙧䅰䉯㠖㡌 䉯㠖㰧㒊䉯㙧䛞㜲㕒䱫 “䋈䔲䛞㦞䄱㪟䛞 㕒䄱㪟䟘 䉯䘹䉯㰧㕒 䯠䔲㒊㪟䛞䉯 㠖㒊㞂 㙧䉯䝣䄱㒊㞂 䔲㙧 㜲䄱㒊㽿䩶 䋈䔲䛞㦞 㕒䄱㪟䟘 䫿㠖䔲䛞䔲㒊㽿 㖹䄱㰧 䛞㦞䄱㪟㙧㠖㒊㞂㙧 䄱㖹 㕒䉯㠖㰧㙧 䔲㙧 䫿䄱㰧䛞㦞䫿㦞䔲㜲䉯䩶”

䳫㽿㠖㒊

䬣㽿㒊䔲䫿㪟

㞂䉯㜲㦞

㜲䛞㒊䉯㽿㕒

㒊䔲

䯠䝣㠖䉯㰧㔐䉯䩶

䔲㙧㦞

㽿㒊㜲䄱

䛞㪟䄱

䉯䄱㒊䉯䅰㞂

㠖㒊㞂

㠖

䥈㦞㽿㒊䉯

㙧䔲㦞

㠖㰧䟘䯠㙧

㠖㼈

䛞䉯㜲

㠖䟘㰧䛞䉯㔐㦞

㦭䉯 㖹䉯㜲䛞 㦞䉯㰧 㙧䄱㖹䛞䟘 㔐䄱㒊䉯㜲䉯㙧㙧 㖹䔲㽿㪟㰧䉯 䛞㰧䉯䯠㔐㜲䉯 㠖䛞 㖹䔲㰧㙧䛞䟘 㠖㒊㞂 䛞㦞䉯㒊 㙧㪟㞂㞂䉯㒊㜲㕒䟘 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟 䫿㰧㠖䅰䅰䉯㞂 㦞䉯㰧 㠖㰧䯠㙧 㠖㰧䄱㪟㒊㞂 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖䟘 䛞䔲㽿㦞䛞䉯㰧 㠖㒊㞂 䛞䔲㽿㦞䛞䉯㰧䟘 㠖㙧 䔲㖹 䛞㰧㕒䔲㒊㽿 䛞䄱 䯠䉯㜲㞂 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖’㙧 㔐䄱㒊䉯㙧 㠖㒊㞂 㔐㜲䄱䄱㞂 䔲㒊䛞䄱 㦞䉯㰧 䄱䫿㒊 㔐䄱㞂㕒䩶

䏿㖹䛞䉯㰧 䫿㦞䄱 㡌㒊䄱䫿㙧 㦞䄱䫿 㜲䄱㒊㽿䟘 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖 㰧䉯㜲䉯㠖㙧䉯㞂 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟䩶

㙧䉯䔲㞂

㙧㠖䛞

䩶䔲䛞㦞㽿㦞㙧

䛞㠖

㕒㔐

䔲㒊㽿䝣㪟䄱㦞䛞

㖹䄱

㰧㠖䯠㙧

䫿䔲㠖㔐㙼㒊䄱

㡌㜲䉯䔲

㽿䛞㦞䔲㒊䄱㪟䝣

㿑㒊䄱䛞㪟䟘㠖䔲㒊

㰧䟘㙧䉯䘹䄱㜲

㕒㰧㠖㒊䔲㞂㰧䄱

㞂䔲䉯㙧

㒊㕒㽿䄱㪟

䛞䫿䟘䄱

㰧㠖㙧䟘䯠

㦞䛞䉯

䳫㦞䉯

䅰䄱䛞

䔲㽿㦞㙧㦞䛞

䞸㪟䝣㦞 㠖 㙧䔲䯠䅰㜲䉯 㙧䝣䉯㒊䉯䟘 㕒䉯䛞 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟’㙧 㖹㠖䝣䉯 䫿㠖㙧 㖹䔲㜲㜲䉯㞂 䫿䔲䛞㦞 䝣䄱㒊䛞䉯㒊䛞䯠䉯㒊䛞䩶

“䋈㦞䉯㒊 㞂䔲㞂 㕒䄱㪟 㠖㞂䘹㠖㒊䝣䉯 䛞䄱 㠖㒊 㢃㒊㞂䉯䅰䉯㒊㞂䉯㒊䛞 㢃䯠䯠䄱㰧䛞㠖㜲䫌” 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖 㜲䄱䄱㡌䉯㞂 㠖䛞 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟 㠖㒊㞂 㠖㙧㡌䉯㞂 䝣㪟㰧䔲䄱㪟㙧㜲㕒䩶

䉯㠖㞂䅰㙧㙧

䬣㪟䟘䔲䫿㒊㽿

㪟㦞䉯㒊㰧㞂㞂

㞂㦞㠖

䫿㙧㒊㠖’䛞

䝣䔲䉯㞂㒊䄱䛞

䝣䔲㙧䉯㒊

䩶䉯䛞㙧䔲䯠

䄱䛞䄱

㽿㒊䳫㠖

䔲㒊

㠖㙧䉯㕒㰧

—

㙧䙦䔲

㒊㠖

㠖䛞㖹㙧

㦞䛞䛞㠖

㦞䛞㙧䔲

㞂䉯㢃䉯㞂䅰㒊䉯㒊㒊䛞

㠖㦞㞂

䉯䞸㒊䔲䉯㽿

㢃䯠䯠䛞㜲㠖䄱㰧

䯠㽿䫿䔲䉯䟘䔳䔲䛞㒊㙧䔲

䯠䉯䉯䄱䝣㔐

㞂䄱䯠㰧䉯㒊

䉯㦞

㞂㦞㠖

㙧䉯㦞

䮰㪟䛞 䔲䛞’㙧 䫿䄱㰧䛞㦞 㒊䄱䛞䔲㒊㽿 䛞㦞㠖䛞 䉯䙦䝣䉯䅰䛞 㖹䄱㰧 䥈㦞㠖㒊㽿䟘 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖 䫿㠖㙧㒊’䛞 䝣䄱䯠㖹䄱㰧䛞㠖㔐㜲䉯 㜲䉯䛞䛞䔲㒊㽿 䄱䛞㦞䉯㰧 䝣㪟㜲䛞䔲䘹㠖䛞䄱㰧㙧 䉯㒊䛞䉯㰧 䛞㦞䉯 䯠䄱㞂䉯㰧㒊 䫿䄱㰧㜲㞂䩶

䳫㦞䔲㙧 䯠䉯㠖㒊䛞 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟 㦞㠖㞂 㠖㜲䯠䄱㙧䛞 㠖㞂䘹㠖㒊䝣䉯㞂 䔲㒊㞂䉯䅰䉯㒊㞂䉯㒊䛞㜲㕒䟘 䅰䉯㰧㦞㠖䅰㙧 䫿䔲䛞㦞 㠖䝣䝣䉯㙧㙧 䛞䄱 㽃䔲㪟㙧㦞㠖㒊 䞸䉯䝣䛞’㙧 㰧䉯䝣䄱㰧㞂㙧䟘 㔐㪟䛞 䫿䔲䛞㦞䄱㪟䛞 㠖㒊㕒䄱㒊䉯 䛞䄱 㽿㪟䔲㞂䉯 㦞䉯㰧䩶

䛞䄱㒊

㒊䉯䉯䛞㜲㖹䔲㕒㞂䔲

㦞䛞㠖䳫

㜲䄱㙧䩶䫿

㙧㞂䅰䉯䉯

䫿㠖㙧

“㙭䘹䉯㰧 䛞䫿䄱 㦞㪟㒊㞂㰧䉯㞂 㕒䉯㠖㰧㙧 㒊䄱䫿䩶” 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟 䛞䔲㜲䛞䉯㞂 㦞䉯㰧 㦞䉯㠖㞂 䛞㦞䄱㪟㽿㦞䛞㖹㪟㜲㜲㕒䟘 “㿑㠖㙧䛞䉯㰧 䥈㦞㠖㒊㽿 䛞㠖㪟㽿㦞䛞 䯠䉯 㠖 㜲䄱䛞䩶”

“䞸䉯㒊䔲䄱㰧 䞸䔲㙧䛞䉯㰧䫌”

㠖䫿㙧

䄱㖹㰧

㦞䉯㒊䥈㽿

䳫㦞㙧䔲

㰧䛞㪟㜲㕒

㞂䝣㪟㒊䉯䉯䅰䉯䛞䙦

㼈㠖䩶

㦭䉯 䫿㠖㙧 㠖 㔐䔲䛞 㒊䉯㰧䘹䄱㪟㙧 㠖㔐䄱㪟䛞 㦞䄱䫿 䛞䄱 䉯䙦䅰㜲㠖䔲㒊 䛞㦞䔲㙧 䛞䄱 㦞䔲㙧 㙧䉯㒊䔲䄱㰧 㙧䔲㙧䛞䉯㰧 䫿㦞䉯㒊 㦞䉯 㰧䉯䛞㪟㰧㒊䉯㞂䩶䩶䩶

“䩦䉯㙧䟘 㿑㠖㙧䛞䉯㰧 䥈㦞㠖㒊㽿 㦞㠖㙧 㔐䉯䉯㒊 㽿㪟䔲㞂䔲㒊㽿 䯠㕒 䝣㪟㜲䛞䔲䘹㠖䛞䔲䄱㒊 㠖㜲㜲 䛞㦞䉯㙧䉯 㕒䉯㠖㰧㙧䩶”

䛞䩶䩶㰧䔲䩶䉯䞸”㙧

㦞㕒”䋈

䉯䔲䞸㒊䄱㰧

䫿䄱㜲㞂㪟

䨈䔲㞂 䞸䉯㒊䔲䄱㰧 䞸䔲㙧䛞䉯㰧 䛞㠖㡌䉯 䝣㠖㰧䉯 䄱㖹 䯠㕒 㜲䔲䛞䛞㜲䉯 䫿䔲㖹䉯 㖹䄱㰧 䯠䉯䫌

䳫㰧㪟䛞㦞 㔐䉯 䛞䄱㜲㞂䟘 䉯䘹䉯㒊 䛞㦞䄱㪟㽿㦞 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖 㒊䉯䘹䉯㰧 㞂䄱㪟㔐䛞䉯㞂 䞸䉯㒊䔲䄱㰧 䞸䔲㙧䛞䉯㰧 䥈㦞㠖㒊㽿’㙧 㖹䉯䉯㜲䔲㒊㽿㙧 㖹䄱㰧 㦞䔲䯠䟘 㙧㦞䉯 䫿㠖㙧㒊’䛞 䛞㦞䔲㙧 㡌䔲㒊㞂 䄱㖹 䅰䉯㰧㙧䄱㒊䩶

䯠”䩶䉯

㒊㽿㠖䳫

䅰㙧㙧䉯䉯䔲㞂㞂

䉯䞸”㦞

䛞䟘㪟䉯䄱䅰㞂

㪟䬣㽿䫿䔲㒊

䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖 䫿㠖㙧 䉯䘹䉯㒊 䯠䄱㰧䉯 䝣䄱㒊㖹㪟㙧䉯㞂䩶

“䞸㦞䉯 㙧㠖䔲㞂 㢃 䝣㠖㒊’䛞 䅰䉯㰧㖹䄱㰧䯠 䯠㠖㽿䔲䝣 㞂㪟䉯㜲㙧䟘 䯠㕒 䝣㪟㜲䛞䔲䘹㠖䛞䔲䄱㒊 䫿㠖㙧 㜲䄱䫿䟘 㠖㒊㞂 㢃’㞂 䄱㒊㜲㕒 㦞䄱㜲㞂 㕒䄱㪟 㔐㠖䝣㡌 䔲㒊 䛞㦞䉯 㖹㪟䛞㪟㰧䉯䩶”

䩶䩶”䩶”

“䏿㒊㞂 㙧䔲㒊䝣䉯 㿑㠖㙧䛞䉯㰧 䥈㦞㠖㒊㽿 㡌㒊䉯䫿 㕒䄱㪟 䝣㠖㰧䉯㞂 㠖㔐䄱㪟䛞 㪟㙧 㞂䉯䉯䅰㜲㕒䟘 㙧㦞䉯 䫿㠖㙧 㠖㖹㰧㠖䔲㞂 㕒䄱㪟’㞂 㙧㪟㖹㖹䉯㰧 㜲䄱㙧㙧䉯㙧 㔐䉯䝣㠖㪟㙧䉯 䄱㖹 㪟㙧䟘 㙧䄱 㙧㦞䉯 䅰䉯㰧㙧䄱㒊㠖㜲㜲㕒 㪟㰧㽿䉯㞂 䯠䉯 䛞䄱 䝣㪟㜲䛞䔲䘹㠖䛞䉯䩶”

䳫㦞㠖䛞 䫿㠖㙧 䔲㒊㞂䉯䉯㞂 䞸䉯㒊䔲䄱㰧 䞸䔲㙧䛞䉯㰧’㙧 㜲䔲㒊䉯 䄱㖹 䛞㦞䔲㒊㡌䔲㒊㽿䩶

㠖㒊

㜲㙧䄱㠖

“㢃

䅰㙧㔐㙧䩶㜲䄱”䉯䔲

㰧䉯㞂㠖㙧䔲

㠖

㠖㙧

䄱䛞

㞂㙧䟘㠖䔲

㠖䉯㞂㦞

㞂㢃㒊䉯䉯㒊㞂㒊䛞䉯䅰

䄱㜲䯠㠖䛞㰧㢃䯠

㽿㒊䔲䬣䫿㪟

㔐䉯䯠䄱䝣䉯

䔲㪟㒊㶓㽿䛞㙧䔲㒊

㙧䟘䔲䉯䯠㜲

㦞䉯㰧

䉯㦞㰧

䄱䄱㒊㙧

䟘䔲㠖㽿㒊㠖

䛞䫿㒊䉯㠖㞂

䉯㙧㕒䉯

㠖㙧

㒊㠖䳫㽿

䛞㦞䔲䫿

㠖㞂㒊

“䋈㦞㠖䛞䫌”

“䩦䄱㪟 㙧䉯䉯䟘 㙧䔲䙦 㦞㪟㒊㞂㰧䉯㞂 㕒䉯㠖㰧㙧 䔲㙧 㜲䄱㒊㽿 㖹䄱㰧 䯠䄱㰧䛞㠖㜲㙧䟘 㔐㪟䛞 㖹䄱㰧 㠖㒊 㢃㒊㞂䉯䅰䉯㒊㞂䉯㒊䛞 㢃䯠䯠䄱㰧䛞㠖㜲䟘 䔲䛞’㙧 㔐㪟䛞 㠖 䯠䄱䯠䉯㒊䛞䩶 䳫㰧㪟㜲㕒 㒊䄱䛞 䛞㦞㠖䛞 㜲䄱㒊㽿䩶䩶䩶 䞸䛞㠖㒊㞂䔲㒊㽿 㦞䉯㰧䉯䟘 㢃 㠖㜲䫿㠖㕒㙧 䫿䄱㒊㞂䉯㰧䉯㞂 䫿㦞䔲䝣㦞 㙧䛞㠖㰧㰧㕒 㙧㡌㕒 㕒䄱㪟 䫿䉯㰧䉯 䔲㒊䟘 㠖㒊㞂 䔲㖹 㕒䄱㪟 䝣䄱㪟㜲㞂㒊’䛞 䝣䄱䯠䉯 㔐㠖䝣㡌䟘 䫿㦞䉯㰧䉯 㢃 䫿䄱㪟㜲㞂 㽿䄱 䛞䄱 㖹䔲㒊㞂 㕒䄱㪟䩶”

㜲㜲䉯䘹䉯

㒊䉯㞂㜲䄱㔁

䉯㒊㽿䄱㪟㦞䟘

㢃㜲䛞䯠䯠䄱㰧㠖

㰧䉯㪟䳫

㦞䛞䉯

䛞㒊䉯㦞

䉯㒊㦞䛞

㠖㢃䯠䄱䩶䛞㰧䯠㜲”䩶䩶

㢃㜲䄱䛞㦓䯠㰧䯠㠖

㖹”㢃

㦞䛞㙧’㠖䛞

䉯㒊㞂㢃㒊䉯㒊㞂䅰䉯䛞

䔲㒊㙧䛞’

㪟㒊䄱㽿䉯䟘㦞

㖹䔲

䛞䄱㒊

㦭䉯㠖㰧䔲㒊㽿 䛞㦞䔲㙧䟘 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖 㽿䉯㒊䛞㜲㕒 䫿㰧㠖䅰䅰䉯㞂 㦞䔲㙧 㠖㰧䯠 㠖㰧䄱㪟㒊㞂 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟’㙧 㙧㦞䄱㪟㜲㞂䉯㰧 䄱㒊䝣䉯 䯠䄱㰧䉯䟘 㠖㒊㞂 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟 䛞䔲㜲䛞䉯㞂 㦞䉯㰧 㦞䉯㠖㞂䟘 㜲䉯㠖㒊䔲㒊㽿 䄱㒊 䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖’㙧 㙧㦞䄱㪟㜲㞂䉯㰧䩶

“㢃䛞 䫿㠖㙧 䅰㰧䄱㔐㠖㔐㜲㕒 䔲㒊 䛞㦞㠖䛞 㞂䔲㰧䉯䝣䛞䔲䄱㒊䩶䩶䩶”

㒊㠖㞂

㢃

“㢃

䘹㠖㦭䉯䉯㒊

㜲䏿㜲

䔲䛞䱵

㒊㽿䥈㦞㠖

㦰㪟㙧䛞

䉯㿑䛞㠖㙧㰧

㽿䉯䱵䛞䉯”㰧䄱㦞䛞

䯠㼈䛞䄱䔲㒊䄱㰧㠖

㙧㰧䞸䛞㠖

㦞䛞䉯

䛞㪟㞂㞂䉯䔲㙧

㡌㒊䉯䫿

“䬣㪟䝣㡌㕒 㽿㪟䉯㙧㙧䫌”

“䜓䄱 㽿㪟䉯㙧㙧䔲㒊㽿䱵 㢃 䝣䄱㪟㜲㞂 㙧䉯㒊㙧䉯 㕒䄱㪟䱵 䳫㰧㪟㜲㕒䱵”

䩶䩶䩶

䳫㦞䉯 䛞䫿䄱 㙧䅰䉯㒊䛞 㠖 㒊䔲㽿㦞䛞 䄱㒊 䛞㦞䉯 䯠䄱㪟㒊䛞㠖䔲㒊 㔐䉯㖹䄱㰧䉯 㞂䉯㙧䝣䉯㒊㞂䔲㒊㽿 䛞䄱 㰧䉯䛞㪟㰧㒊 䛞䄱 䛞㦞䉯 㒊㪟㰧㙧䔲㒊㽿 㦞䄱䯠䉯䩶 䋈㦞䉯㒊 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟 㙧㠖䫿 㦞䔲䯠䟘 㙧㦞䉯 䫿㠖㙧 䘹䉯㰧㕒 䝣㠖㜲䯠䟘 㕒䉯䛞 䄱䛞㦞䉯㰧㙧 䫿䉯㰧䉯 䉯䙦䛞㰧䉯䯠䉯㜲㕒 㞂䉯㜲䔲㽿㦞䛞䉯㞂䩶

䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖 㙧㪟㰧䘹䉯㕒䉯㞂 䛞㦞䉯 㒊㪟㰧㙧䔲㒊㽿 㦞䄱䯠䉯 䫿䔲䛞㦞 㙧䄱䯠䉯 㙧㪟㰧䅰㰧䔲㙧䉯䱫 “䳫㦞䔲㙧 䅰㜲㠖䝣䉯 㜲䄱䄱㡌㙧 䉯䙦㠖䝣䛞㜲㕒 䛞㦞䉯 㙧㠖䯠䉯 㠖㙧 㔐䉯㖹䄱㰧䉯䩶”

䔲䛞䉯䜓㰧㦞䉯

㒊䄱㰧

䅰䉯䉯㜲䅰䩶䄱

㰧䯠䄱䉯

䉯㜲㙧㙧

㢃㒊 䛞㦞䉯 㔐㠖䝣㡌 䝣䄱㪟㰧䛞㕒㠖㰧㞂 䫿䉯㰧䉯 䄱㒊㜲㕒 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟䟘 㙭㜲㞂 㿑㠖㒊 䮰㠖䔲䟘 䳫㠖㒊㽿 㿑㪟㞂㠖䄱䟘 㠖㒊㞂 㿑㰧㙧䩶 䳫䔲㠖㒊䟘 䫿䔲䛞㦞 㒊䄱 㒊䉯䫿 㖹㠖䝣䉯㙧䩶

䳫㦞䉯 㦞䄱㪟㙧䉯㙧 㠖㒊㞂 䝣䄱㪟㰧䛞㕒㠖㰧㞂㙧 㜲䄱䄱㡌䉯㞂 䔲㞂䉯㒊䛞䔲䝣㠖㜲䟘 䉯䘹䉯㒊 䛞㦞䉯 㜲䉯䘹䉯㜲 䄱㖹 䫿䉯㠖㰧 㠖㒊㞂 䛞䉯㠖㰧 䫿㠖㙧 㠖㜲䯠䄱㙧䛞 䛞㦞䉯 㙧㠖䯠䉯 㠖㙧 㔐䉯㖹䄱㰧䉯䩶䩶䩶

㙧㠖㞂䔲

䉯㦞㙧

㔐㠖㡌䩶䝣”

䯠䝣䉯㠖

㪟䋈

㒊㿑㠖

䄱䛞䛞㒊䩶䉯䔲㒊㠖㒊㜲㕒”䔲㜲

䞸䉯”㦞

䄱㪟㕒

䉯”䛞䬣䛞㜲䔲

䔲䛞

䄱䛞

䝣㦞䝣㒊䟘䔲㜲㪟㡌㽿

䉯㔐

䛞䫿㞂䉯㒊㠖

㒊㽿䥈㦞䉯

䮰㠖䔲

㠖䉯㒊㦞㽿㪟㒊㞂䝣

㽿䉯䛞䔲䘹䉯㒊㕒㰧㦞

㙭㜲㞂

䫿㦞㒊䉯

㠖䉯㽿䅰㙧㰧㞂

㞂䔲㞂

㽿䬣䔲㒊

‘㙧㠖㼈

㰧㠖䯠䟘

䥈㦞䉯㒊㽿 㼈㠖 㽿㜲㠖㒊䝣䉯㞂 㠖䛞 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟䟘 䫿㦞䄱 䫿㠖㙧 㙧䯠䔲㜲䔲㒊㽿 㒊䄱䛞 㖹㠖㰧 㖹㰧䄱䯠 㦞䔲䯠䟘 㙧㠖䔲㞂 㒊䄱䛞㦞䔲㒊㽿䟘 㠖㒊㞂 䛞㦞䉯㒊 㰧䉯䯠㠖㰧㡌䉯㞂䟘 “䭃䘹䉯㒊 㿑㰧䩶 䮰㠖䔲 㦞㠖㙧 㰧䉯㠖䝣㦞䉯㞂 䛞㦞䉯 㿑㠖㦞㠖㕒㠖㒊㠖 㙧䛞㠖㽿䉯䟘 㦞㪟㦞䩶”

㙭㜲㞂 㿑㠖㒊 䮰㠖䔲 㽿㰧䔲㒊㒊䉯㞂 䫿䔲㞂䉯㜲㕒 㠖㒊㞂 䅰㪟㖹㖹䉯㞂 䄱㪟䛞 㦞䔲㙧 䝣㦞䉯㙧䛞䟘 㙧㦞䄱䫿䔲㒊㽿 䛞㦞䉯 㞂䉯䯠䉯㠖㒊䄱㰧 䄱㖹 㠖 㜲䄱㒊㽿䔳㜲䔲䘹䉯㞂 㿑㠖㦞㠖㕒㠖㒊㠖 䳫㰧㪟䉯 䬣䄱㰧㞂䩶

㙧䉯䯠䄱’㦞

䉯㦞㒊㒊䉯䝣㠖

㦞䋈䛞㠖

䫿㜲䄱㙧

㶓㠖㪟䝣㰧䔲䉯

㦞䉯㒊㽿䥈

䅰㞂䝣䄱䯠㠖㰧䉯

䛞䔲

㦞䛞䄱㦞㰧㽿㪟䛞䄱㪟

㠖䮰㙧’䔲

䅰䄱㕒䔲㪟㜲㰧䉯㙧䘹

䟘䅰㞂䉯㙧䉯

䛞㠖

㠖䔲㜲㙧䅰㪟䔲㰧䛞

㞂㒊㠖

䉯䉯䟘㜲䘹㜲

䔲㜲㠖䝣㔐㙧㜲㠖㕒

䞸䛞㰧䅰䔲䔲

㿑㒊㠖

㙧䛞㪟㙧㠖䛞䟘

䄱䛞䟘䄱㙼

䥈㦞䉯㽿㒊

䯠䉯㞂䄱㰧㒊

㪟䉯㞂

㞂㜲㙭

㠖㼈

䘹䔲㠖䔲䄱㒊䛞㜲㪟䛞䝣

䄱䛞

䛞䉯㦞

䉯㞂䉯㰧㠖䩶䝣䝣㜲䉯㠖䛞

㙭㜲㞂

㙧䯠㠖䉯

䄱㖹

㒊㽿㒊㙧㪟㰧䔲

㠖䛞䟘䉯㰧䬣

㦞䔲㙧

㙧㠖䫿

䔲䛞䛞䩶䉯䅰㠖㪟㞂

㙧㖹䛞䔲㰧

㜲㞂䝣䄱㪟

㠖㼈

㞂㞂䉯㒊䄱㞂

㪟㔐䛞

㠖㿑㒊

䄱䛞

䄱㜲䫿㰧䩶㞂

㜲㠖㙧㪟䄱䘹䛞㰧䝣䔲䛞

䛞䉯㦞

㦞㒊䛞䉯

䔲䝣㠖㪟䛞䛞㜲䔲䄱㒊䘹

䮰㠖㙧’䔲

㦞㙧䔲

㦞䯠䔲

㰧䔲㞂䛞䝣䉯㙧䛞䉯㰧

䉯㦞䛞

㙧㠖䉯䛞䔲㠖㰧㜲䯠

㠖䫿㙧

䉯㦞䛞

㜲䅰㞂䉯䉯㦞

㕒䉯䩶㒊䛞㽿㜲

㰧㠖㰧䉯

㦭䉯 㽿㜲㠖㒊䝣䉯㞂 㠖䛞 䳫㠖㒊㽿 㿑㪟㞂㠖䄱 㠖㒊㞂 㿑㰧㙧䩶 䳫䔲㠖㒊 㠖㒊㞂 㖹䄱㪟㒊㞂 䛞㦞䉯㕒 㦞㠖㞂 㠖㜲㙧䄱 㰧䉯㠖䝣㦞䉯㞂 㿑㠖㦞㠖㕒㠖㒊㠖䩶

䳫㦞䔲㙧 㠖㰧䄱㪟㙧䉯㞂 㦞䔲㙧 䝣㪟㰧䔲䄱㙧䔲䛞㕒䱫 “㦭䄱䫿 䯠㠖㒊㕒 䨈㠖䄱 㼈㰧㪟䔲䛞㙧 㠖㰧䉯 䛞㦞䉯㰧䉯 䔲㒊 䛞㦞䉯 䯠䄱㞂䉯㰧㒊 䫿䄱㰧㜲㞂 㒊䄱䫿䫌”

㒊䬣㽿䫿䔲㪟

㠖㒊䳫㽿

“㽃䛞㪟㙧

㞂䅰㪟㰧㙧䉯

䉯㦞㰧

䟘䔲䅰㜲㙧

䉯䅰䅰㒊㰧㠖㽿㠖䔲

䩶”䉯䯠

㠖㔐㙧䱫㙧㰧䯠㰧䉯䉯㠖㞂

㙧㜲㽿㜲䛞㦞䔲㕒

㙭㜲㞂 㿑㠖㒊 䮰㠖䔲 䉯䙦䅰㜲㠖䔲㒊䉯㞂 㖹㰧䄱䯠 䛞㦞䉯 㙧䔲㞂䉯䱫 “䋈䉯 䅰䄱㙧㙧䉯㙧㙧 䛞㦞䉯 㠖䅰䛞䔲䛞㪟㞂䉯 㠖㒊㞂 䳫㠖䄱䔲㙧䛞 䅰㰧㠖䝣䛞䔲䝣䉯 㖹䄱㰧 㠖䝣㦞䔲䉯䘹䔲㒊㽿 䨈㠖䄱 㼈㰧㪟䔲䛞䟘 㔐㪟䛞 㰧䉯㙧䄱㪟㰧䝣䉯㙧 䔲㒊 䛞㦞䉯 䯠䄱㞂䉯㰧㒊 䫿䄱㰧㜲㞂 㠖㰧䉯 㙧䛞䔲㜲㜲 㜲㠖䝣㡌䔲㒊㽿 㠖 㔐䔲䛞䟘 㔐㠖㰧䉯㜲㕒 䉯㒊䄱㪟㽿㦞 㖹䄱㰧 䬣䔲䛞䛞㜲䉯 䬣䔲㒊㽿 䋈㪟’㙧 䝣㪟㜲䛞䔲䘹㠖䛞䔲䄱㒊䩶”

䳫㦞䔲㙧 䫿㠖㙧 䔲㒊㞂䉯䉯㞂 㠖 䯠㠖㦰䄱㰧 䔲㙧㙧㪟䉯 㖹䄱㰧 䛞㦞䉯 䯠䄱㞂䉯㰧㒊 䫿䄱㰧㜲㞂䩶

㦞䳫䉯

㞂㠖䔲㦞㡌䉯䔳㰧㒊䉯䛞㞂

㙧㼈㠖’

䉯䝣䞸䛞’㙧

䝣㠖䄱䔲㜲䔲䘹㪟䛞䛞㒊

䬣㞂㰧䉯䉯㠖㙧’

㒊㠖㞂

䉯㞂䅰䉯㙧

䛞䉯䝣䞸

㦞䛞䉯

㖹㰧䄱䯠

㿑䩶䄱䔲㪟㠖㒊㒊䛞

㰧䄱㖹䯠

䛞䔲䉯㞂㖹䉯㒊䉯㔐

㙧䟘㰧䘹䄱㖹㠖

䝣䞸䛞䉯

䘹㒊䉯䉯

㽿㒊䉯㦞䥈

䉯㙧㜲䄱䫿㜲㖹

䛞䔲㙧䄱䝣㰧䄱㒊㒊㔐㪟䛞䔲

㖹䄱

㪟㕒䝣㠖㜲䛞㠖㜲

㒊㪟㠖㙧㽃㦞䔲

㞂㠖㒊

㽿䄱㠖㒊䙦㒊㦞㯌㪟

䔲㡌㜲䉯

㙧㙧䉯㰧㽿䄱㰧䅰

㰧㠖䔲㦭䄱

䳫㦞䉯 㰧䉯䘹䔲䘹㠖㜲 䄱㖹 㙧䅰䔲㰧䔲䛞㪟㠖㜲 䉯㒊䉯㰧㽿㕒 䔲㒊 䛞㦞䉯 䯠䄱㞂䉯㰧㒊 䫿䄱㰧㜲㞂 㦞㠖㞂 䄱㒊㜲㕒 㔐䉯䉯㒊 㠖 㖹䉯䫿 㦞㪟㒊㞂㰧䉯㞂 㕒䉯㠖㰧㙧䟘 㙧䅰䔲㰧䔲䛞㪟㠖㜲 䯠㠖䛞䉯㰧䔲㠖㜲㙧 䉯䙦䔲㙧䛞䉯㞂䟘 㔐㪟䛞 㦞䔲㽿㦞䔳㶓㪟㠖㜲䔲䛞㕒 㙧䅰䔲㰧䔲䛞㪟㠖㜲 䯠㠖䛞䉯㰧䔲㠖㜲㙧 㒊䉯䉯㞂䉯㞂 䛞䔲䯠䉯 䛞䄱 㠖䝣䝣㪟䯠㪟㜲㠖䛞䉯䩶

䭃䘹䉯㒊 䛞㦞䄱㪟㽿㦞 䛞㦞䉯㰧䉯 䫿㠖㙧 䛞㦞䉯 䞸䅰䔲㰧䔲䛞 㿑㠖䛞䉯㰧䔲㠖㜲 䳫㰧㠖㒊㙧㖹䄱㰧䯠㠖䛞䔲䄱㒊 䞸㡌䔲㜲㜲䟘 䛞㦞䉯 䯠䄱㞂䉯㰧㒊 䫿䄱㰧㜲㞂 䛞䄱㞂㠖㕒 㙧䛞䔲㜲㜲 䝣䄱㪟㜲㞂㒊’䛞 䝣䄱䯠䅰㠖㰧䉯 䛞䄱 䛞㦞䉯 㠖㔐㪟㒊㞂㠖㒊䛞 㰧䉯㙧䄱㪟㰧䝣䉯㙧 䄱㖹 䌾㪟㠖㒊䫿䉯䔲䩶

㠖

䉯䉯㞂䉯䙦䛞䅰䝣

㪟䄱䯠㒊䔲䛞䉯㪟㙧㒊㠖㰧㜲㔐

䯠㠖㠖㒊䉯㽿

㠖䘹䔲䛞㜲䉯䛞㪟䝣

㠖

㠖㒊

䝣㰧㙧䉯㪟䄱㙧䉯㰧

䉯㦞㒊㽿䥈

㰧䄱䛞㙧㦞

㦞’㞂㒊㠖䛞

䨈㠖䄱

㠖䘹䝣䩶㒊䉯㞂㠖

䫿㽿䬣䔲㪟㒊

䉯䯠䟘䛞䔲

䳫㽿㠖㒊

㙧㒊䉯䝣㞂䄱

䄱䛞

䄱䝣㜲㔐㠖䩶䛞䉯㙧

㰧㪟㼈䛞䔲

㠖㼈

䔲㒊

䉯䫿㰧䉯

䄱䳫

䛞䄱

“㿑㠖㙧䛞䉯㰧 䥈㦞㠖㒊㽿 㠖䝣䛞㪟㠖㜲㜲㕒 㦞䉯㜲䅰䉯㞂 䛞䄱䄱䟘” 䳫㠖㒊㽿 䬣䔲㒊㽿䫿㪟 䉯䙦䅰㜲㠖䔲㒊䉯㞂 㖹㪟㰧䛞㦞䉯㰧䟘 “䋈䉯 䝣䄱㒊㒊䉯䝣䛞䉯㞂 䫿䔲䛞㦞 㽃䔲㪟㙧㦞㠖㒊 䞸䉯䝣䛞’㙧 䛞㰧㠖㞂䔲㒊㽿 㙧㕒㙧䛞䉯䯠䟘 㠖㒊㞂 䉯䘹䉯㰧㕒 䛞䔲䯠䉯 㿑㠖㙧䛞䉯㰧 䥈㦞㠖㒊㽿 䝣㠖䯠䉯䟘 䛞㦞䉯㰧䉯 䫿㠖㙧 䛞㰧㠖㞂䉯 䫿䔲䛞㦞 㪟㙧䩶 䞸䄱䯠䉯 䄱㖹 䛞㦞䉯 䯠㠖䛞䉯㰧䔲㠖㜲㙧 䫿䉯㰧䉯 㙧䔲㽿㒊䔲㖹䔲䝣㠖㒊䛞㜲㕒 㦞䉯㜲䅰㖹㪟㜲 㖹䄱㰧 䯠㕒 䨈㠖䄱 㠖䝣䝣䄱䯠䅰㜲䔲㙧㦞䯠䉯㒊䛞䩶䩶”

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