'Who is messing with me?'
'This seems to be, my Great God Descending Technique?'
'Impossible! Besides me, who else could master this technique... wait, Xu Xiaoshou...'
Independence!
'Xu Xiaoshou?'
'Xu Xiaoshou, who is that?'
'Why do the results shown by the Great Memory Technique, Great Abnormality Technique, bear this name?'
Independence, release!
'It is indeed Xu Xiaoshou!'
'Damn it! I was too careless! I shouldn't have explained the principles of Branding to him then, he actually learned it?'
'But where does he possess the Memory Path... No! It's the Great Path of Will, is it through this that the brand was left on me?'
Independence!
'Xu Xiaoshou, who are you?'
'Not good, I'm falling into Guidance, this thought just appeared...'
'Yes, I should be considering how to deal with the current abnormality happening to me, I need to counterattack, Great Stripping...'
Independence, release!
'Xu! Xia! Shou!'
'Wait, why does it feel like I'm being spied on...'
'I can't care about this now, first I have to execute, the Great Stripping...'
Independence!
'Hm?'
'Xu Xiaoshou, who might you be?'
...
Returning to the Shengshen Continent from the Divine Relics.
Finding Hallmaster Dao from the Brand of the Will Dao Disc.
Using the brand as a basis, spatial transfer and consciousness intrusion, simultaneously moving the physical body and spiritual will to different locations.
Starting with the God Descent Technique, walking out from the fleshy chest of Hallmaster Dao, retracting one's gaze from the environment of Beast Horn Capturing Moon, Dragon Mouth Palace...
Xu Xiaoshou, covered in blood, for the first time was truly convinced that he had mastered the ability to threaten the Ten High Nobles.
In the rapid opening and closing of Independence, as well as the perfect synergy with Intent Stripping, Xu Xiaoshou understood clearly.
Hallmaster Dao originally did not comprehend his own Independence; his cleverness was in the "Indirect Guidance".
Whenever he encountered the forgetfulness of the Independence level, he would, like a robot, retrace to only one result—Xu Xiaoshou!
With this, he could respond accordingly.
After responding, with the confidence borne from assurance, he created the impression that he had seen through everything.
In reality, Hallmaster Dao knew only a vague outline.
But if the enemy becomes a scaredy-cat because of it, reducing the use of their spiritual techniques, then, to some extent, Hallmaster Dao had also cracked the technique.
'Brilliant!'
One has to praise, there may be a mistake in names, but not in nicknames.
Unpredictable indeed!
But these thoughts that even Hallmaster Dao did not dare to expose in the past, under the "Intent Stripping", had nowhere to hide.
'So it turns out, your strength, 90% of it is a facade...'
With his spiritual source nearly depleted, now starting to use the Heavenly Ancestor's Power, Xu Xiaoshou casually ended the Intent Stripping.
Confidence brings self-assurance, self-assurance brings Transformation.
Atop the high cliffs of Huitian Peak, Xu Xiaoshou, shrouded in golden light, saw his dangling flesh fall away, revealing the fiercely dancing black clothes.
Coldly raising his head, his gaze distant.
In the faraway skies stood Elder Wuyue, one-armed, and Wei Feng, knife-bearing, both extremely vigilant.
When the young man across from them lifted his head to reveal his true face, both of their faces displayed a look of utter disbelief as if they had seen a ghost.
'Xu Xiaoshou?'
'Lord Shou?'
And behind Xu Xiaoshou, the body of Hallmaster Dao twisted into a grotesque posture, still raising his hands high, devoutly kneeling.
Once "God Descent Technique" slipped from his lips, Hallmaster Dao gave up struggling completely, deciding to enjoy for the first time the pain of being pecked by a wild goose.
But truly inhabiting the role of one descended upon by a god in reality, not just in fantasy, Hallmaster Dao, looking at Xu Yue Grey Palace upside-down, had tears streaming down his face:
'So it turns out to be this humiliating...'
...
Woo——
Screech——
The cliff's mouth echoed with grief-stricken howls like those of wolves and ghosts, breaking up the murmuring voices, and sweeping away the dignity of the once Hallmaster Dao as he knelt on the ground into nothingness.
As the cry of the wind swept towards Sky City, it also pushed the imagery of the Dragon Head Palace and Beast Horn Capturing Moon even further.
Against such a bleak and grand backdrop.
The solitary figure of a black-clothed youth, who didn't even hold a sword, moved with ease in the void.
He gazed into the distance, speaking indifferently:
'It's been a long time, two seniors.'
Is this really Xu Xiaoshou?
Elder Wuyue was so shocked he was speechless, at one point thinking he was going blind.
This was his second time seeing the real person, Xu Xiaoshou.
But compared to the naive youth in the Eighth Palace from before, he was completely different.
His composure, his demeanor, his confidence...
He was like someone thrown into the Holy Emperor's secret realm for baptism, having undergone lifetimes of cultivation in the secular world like Senior Rao Yaoyao, no different from being a completely new person.
But fundamentally different!
Elder Wuyue understood that unlike Senior Rao Yaoyao, Xu Xiaoshou's growth and Transformation was not an illusion but rooted in reality!
'Really, eyes wide open...'
Wei Feng felt the same awe towards the terrifying madman who had emerged from Hallmaster Dao's body.
It had only been a month, yet this fellow seemed to have truly transformed from "Xu Xiaoshou" to "Lord Shou".
If not for recognizing the face he saw at the entrance to the Corridor of Ran Ming ruins, he would have believed him to be the young Bazhun'an!
'What say you?'
The two old sword masters exchanged looks, both harboring hesitation.
On one hand, they could read the raging killing intent hidden beneath Xu Xiaoshou's calmness, and on the other, Hallmaster Dao said he was "one of us"...
In the midst of their indecision, Hallmaster Dao, now kneeling behind Xu Xiaoshou with his head pushed into his back, struggled to move his lips and stammer:
'Kill... him...'
...
'Eek!'
Feng Tiantian shuddered, hunching her shoulders and scanning the surroundings warily.
Seems like there's a killing intent?
But there's no one around...
Feeling somewhat disappointed, she held the Dao Imparting Mirror tightly in her arms, calling out some old mountain songs to bolster her courage.
㨔㗫䨁䲭䨁 㷬䨁䲭䨁 䲭㶣䝮䋚䲭䉡 䨁㤞䲭䰯㐥䨁䲭 䊊㗫㤞䊊 㜳䋚㶣 䂗㶣䏳㶣䨁 㗫㤞䍥 䨁䕦䊊䨁䲭䨁䍥 䊊㗫䨁 䰠䋚㶣䊊㗫䨁䲭䕦 䣴䨁㙝㐥䋚䕦 㤞䕦䍥 䉡䊊䋚䲭䝮䨁䍥 㐥䕦䊊䋚 㶝㶣 㛖㶣䨁 㜳䲭䨁䏳 䮳㤞䰯㤞䕸䨁䐥 䉡䰯㤞䉡㗫㐥䕦㙝 䊊㗫䲭䋚㶣㙝㗫 㳢䨁䕦㙝 㶝㐥㤞䋚䉡䨁䱱
㨔㗫䨁 㳢䨁䕦㙝 䅔㤞䝮㐥䰯䏳 䊊㗫䨁䕦 䕸㤞䝮䨁 㶣䩵 㷬㐥䊊㗫 㤞 䝮㐥䉡䉡㐥䋚䕦 䊊㗫㤞䊊 䲭䨁䇡㶣㐥䲭䨁䍥 䉡䋚䝮䨁䋚䕦䨁 䊊䋚 䨁䕦䊊䨁䲭 㶝㶣 㛖㶣䨁 㜳䲭䨁䏳 䮳㤞䰯㤞䕸䨁 㤞䕦䍥 䩵䰯㤞䕸䨁 䊊㗫䨁 䣗㤞䋚 㗏䝮䩵㤞䲭䊊㐥䕦㙝 䝭㐥䲭䲭䋚䲭 㐥䕦 䊊㗫㤞䊊 䲭㤞䲭䨁䰯䏳 䥲㐥䉡㐥䊊䨁䍥 䩵䰯㤞䕸䨁䱱
㶝㶣 㛖㶣䨁 㜳䲭䨁䏳 䮳㤞䰯㤞䕸䨁䐥 䅔㐥䰯䰯䨁䍥 㷬㐥䊊㗫 䅔䨁䲭䋚䕸㐥䋚㶣䉡 㙝㗫䋚䉡䊊 䝴䨁㤞䉡䊊䉡䱱
㢈䕦䏳䋚䕦䨁 㷬㐥䊊㗫 㤞 䕦䋚䲭䝮㤞䰯 䝮㐥䕦䍥䉡䨁䊊 㷬䋚㶣䰯䍥 䕦䋚䊊 䊊㤞㜇䨁 䋚䕦 䊊㗫㤞䊊 䝮㐥䉡䉡㐥䋚䕦 䊊㗫㤞䊊 䕸䋚㶣䰯䍥 䓴䨁䋚䩵㤞䲭䍥㐥䰃䨁 䊊㗫䨁㐥䲭 䋚㷬䕦 䰯㐥䅔䨁䱱
䠟䕦䨁 䅔㶣䰯䰯 䍥㤞䏳 䋚䅔 㙝㶣㐥䍥㤞䕦䕸䨁 䅔䲭䋚䝮 䊊㗫䨁 䋚䰯䍥 䅔㤞䝮㐥䰯䏳 㗫䨁㤞䍥䐥 䋚䕦䨁 䍥㤞䏳 䋚䅔 䏝䕦䰯㐥㙝㗫䊊䨁䕦䝮䨁䕦䊊 㤞䊊 䊊㗫䨁 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䮳㤞㙝䋚䍥㤞䐥 䋚䕦䨁 䍥㤞䏳 䋚䅔 㤞䩵䩵䲭䨁䕸㐥㤞䊊㐥䋚䕦 䋚䅔 䊊㗫䨁 㩴䲭㤞䕦䨁 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 㨔㐥䕦㙝 㩴㗫䨁䕦䱱䱱䱱
㢈䉡 䰯䋚䕦㙝 㤞䉡 䏳䋚㶣 䕸㤞䕦 㙝㤞㐥䕦 㤞 䰯㐥䊊䊊䰯䨁 䉡䋚䝮䨁䊊㗫㐥䕦㙝䐥 䨁䥲䨁䕦 䓴㶣䉡䊊 䅔㐥䕦䍥㐥䕦㙝 䊊㗫䨁 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䂗㐥䰯䰯 䰯䨁䅔䊊 䝴䏳 䊊㗫䨁 䝭䋚䋚䕦䰯䨁䉡䉡 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䣗䨁㐥䊊䏳䐥 䏳䋚㶣 䕸㤞䕦 䕸䰯㤞㐥䝮 䊊㗫䨁 䲭䨁㷬㤞䲭䍥㧹
㗏䕦䍥䨁䨁䍥 䕦䋚 䋚䕦䨁 㐥䉡 䝮䋚䥲䨁䍥㧹
㢈䅔䊊䨁䲭 㤞䰯䰯䐥 䊊㗫䨁 䂗㤞䏳 䋚䅔 䊊㗫䨁 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 㐥䉡 䩵䲭䨁䕸㐥䋚㶣䉡䐥 䝴㶣䊊 䰯㐥䅔䨁 㐥䉡 䨁䥲䨁䕦 䝮䋚䲭䨁 䥲㤞䰯㶣㤞䝴䰯䨁䱱
㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦 㐥䉡 䅔䲭䋚䝮 㤞 䰯䋚㷬䨁䲭 䝴䲭㤞䕦䕸㗫 䋚䅔 䊊㗫䨁 㳢䨁䕦㙝 䅔㤞䝮㐥䰯䏳䐥 䝴䨁䰯䋚䕦㙝㐥䕦㙝 䊊䋚 䇡㶣㐥䊊䨁 㤞 䉡㐥䍥䨁 䰯㐥䕦䨁 䋚䅔 䊊㗫䨁 䝴䰯䋚䋚䍥䰯㐥䕦䨁䱱
䰠㗫䨁 㐥䉡 䋚䅔 䊊㗫䨁 䉡㤞䝮䨁 㙝䨁䕦䨁䲭㤞䊊㐥䋚䕦 㤞䉡 㳢䨁䕦㙝 䫄㗫䋚䕦㙝䰃㶣㐥䐥 䝴㶣䊊 㶣䕦䰯㐥㜇䨁 㳢䨁䕦㙝 䫄㗫䋚䕦㙝䰃㶣㐥 㤞䕦䍥 㳢䨁䕦㙝 䫄㗫䋚䕦㙝䰃㗫㐥䐥 㗫䨁䲭 䩵㤞䲭䨁䕦䊊䉡 䍥㐥䍥䕦'䊊 䝮㤞㜇䨁 䝮㶣䕸㗫 䨁䅔䅔䋚䲭䊊䐥 㤞䕦䍥 䉡㗫䨁 䍥㐥䍥䕦'䊊 䨁䥲䨁䕦 䝮㤞䕦㤞㙝䨁 䊊䋚 㙝䨁䊊 䊊㗫䨁 "䫄㗫䋚䕦㙝" 䅔䲭䋚䝮 㗫䨁䲭 㙝䨁䕦䨁䲭㤞䊊㐥䋚䕦㤞䰯 䊊㐥䊊䰯䨁䱱
㨔㗫㐥䉡 䋚䕦䕸䨁䁪㐥䕦䁪㤞䁪䰯㐥䅔䨁䊊㐥䝮䨁 䋚䩵䩵䋚䲭䊊㶣䕦㐥䊊䏳 䅔䋚䲭 㤞 䲭㤞䍥㐥䕸㤞䰯 䕸㗫㤞䕦㙝䨁 䕸䋚㶣䰯䍥 䋚䕦䰯䏳 㗫㤞䩵䩵䨁䕦 䋚䕦䕸䨁䈶 㐥䅔 䉡㗫䨁 䍥㐥䍥䕦'䊊 䊊㤞㜇䨁 䊊㗫㐥䉡 䝮㐥䉡䉡㐥䋚䕦䐥 䉡㗫䨁 䝮㐥㙝㗫䊊 㗫㤞䥲䨁 䊊䋚 㷬㤞㐥䊊 㤞䕦䋚䊊㗫䨁䲭 䊊㗫㐥䲭䊊䏳 䋚䲭 䅔㐥䅔䊊䏳 䏳䨁㤞䲭䉡 䅔䋚䲭 㤞䕦䋚䊊㗫䨁䲭 㙝䋚䋚䍥 䕸㗫㤞䕦䕸䨁䱱
䟩㶣䊊 䝴䏳 䊊㗫䨁䕦䐥 㷬㗫䨁䲭䨁 㷬䋚㶣䰯䍥 䉡㗫䨁䐥 㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦䐥 䉡䊊㐥䰯䰯 䝴䨁 '䉡㷬䨁䨁䊊'䋰 䰠㗫䨁'䍥 䝴䨁 䋚䰯䍥 㤞䕦䍥 䅔㤞䍥䨁䍥㧹
㢈 䥲㤞䉡䊊 䨁㺤䩵㤞䕦䉡䨁 䋚䅔 㙝䲭䨁䏳 䝮㐥䉡䊊䐥 䨁䥲䨁䕦 䊊㗫䨁 䅔䋚䲭䨁䉡䊊 㷬㤞䉡 䕸䋚䥲䨁䲭䨁䍥 㷬㐥䊊㗫 㤞 䉡䊊㐥䅔䰯㐥䕦㙝 㤞䊊䝮䋚䉡䩵㗫䨁䲭䨁䐥 䕸䰯䋚䉡䨁 䏳䋚㶣䲭 䨁䏳䨁䉡 㤞䕦䍥 㐥䊊 䅔䨁䨁䰯䉡 䰯㐥㜇䨁 䊊㗫䨁䲭䨁'䉡 㤞 㙝㗫䋚䉡䊊 䝴䨁㗫㐥䕦䍥 䏳䋚㶣䐥 㐥䊊 䲭䨁㤞䰯䰯䏳 䝮㤞㜇䨁䉡 䏳䋚㶣 䍥㤞䲭䨁 䕦䋚䊊 䝴䰯㐥䕦㜇䱱
㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦 㗫㤞䉡 䝴䨁䨁䕦 䉡䨁㤞䲭䕸㗫㐥䕦㙝 䅔䋚䲭 㤞䰯䝮䋚䉡䊊 䊊䨁䕦 䍥㤞䏳䉡 䕦䋚㷬䐥 㤞䕦䍥 䊊㗫㐥䉡 㐥䉡 䊊㗫䨁 䊊䨁䕦䊊㗫 䊊㐥䝮䨁 䉡㗫䨁 㗫㤞䉡 䲭䨁㙝䲭䨁䊊䊊䨁䍥 䊊㤞㜇㐥䕦㙝 䋚䕦 䊊㗫䨁 䝮㐥䉡䉡㐥䋚䕦䱱
㛖䋚㶣 䕸㤞䕦'䊊 䨁䥲䨁䕦 䊊䨁䰯䰯 㐥䅔 㐥䊊'䉡 䕦䋚䋚䕦 䋚䲭 䍥㶣䉡㜇㧹
㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦 䕸䰯䨁䕦䕸㗫䨁䍥 㗫䨁䲭 䅔㐥䉡䊊䉡 䊊㐥㙝㗫䊊䰯䏳 㤞䕦䍥 㤞䅔䊊䨁䲭 㙝㐥䥲㐥䕦㙝 㗫䨁䲭䉡䨁䰯䅔 㤞䕦䋚䊊㗫䨁䲭 䩵䨁䩵 䊊㤞䰯㜇䐥 䉡㗫䨁 䝮㤞䍥䨁 㶣䩵 㗫䨁䲭 䝮㐥䕦䍥䇬
䟩㶣䰃䰃㧹
䈤䨁䲭 䉡㤞䝴䨁䲭 䉡㶣䍥䍥䨁䕦䰯䏳 䥲㐥䝴䲭㤞䊊䨁䍥䱱
"㳢䨁䕦㙝 㑂㐥㤞䕦㙝䰯㐥㤞䕦㙝䐥 㷬㗫㤞䊊 㤞䲭䨁 䏳䋚㶣 㙝㗫䋚䉡䊊䰯䏳 㷬㤞㐥䰯㐥䕦㙝 㤞䝴䋚㶣䊊䐥 㗏 㷬㤞䲭䕦 䏳䋚㶣䐥 䍥䋚䕦'䊊 䉡䕸㤞䲭䨁 䝮䨁䱱䱱䱱"
䟩㶣䰃䰃㧹
䟩䨁䰯䋚㷬䐥 㤞䕦 㐥䰯䰯㶣䉡䋚䲭䏳 㙝䲭䨁䨁䕦 䝭䋚 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 㤞䩵䩵䨁㤞䲭䨁䍥䱱
䟩䋚䊊㗫 䩵䋚㐥䕦䊊䨁䍥 䊊䋚㷬㤞䲭䍥 䊊㗫䨁 䍥㐥䉡䊊㤞䕦䊊 䕦䋚䲭䊊㗫䨁㤞䉡䊊䐥 㷬㗫䨁䲭䨁 䊊㗫䨁䲭䨁 䉡䨁䨁䝮䨁䍥 䊊䋚 䝴䨁 㤞 䅔䰯㐥䕸㜇䨁䲭 䋚䅔 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䂗㐥䰯䰯䱱
"䝭䋚 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 㨔䨁䕸㗫䕦㐥䇡㶣䨁㧹"
"㜳䲭䨁䨁䕦 䣴㐥䥲䨁䲭 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䟩䋚㤞䲭䍥䰯㐥䕦䨁㧹"
䟩䨁䕸㤞㶣䉡䨁 㗫䨁䲭 䩵㤞䲭䨁䕦䊊䉡 䍥㐥䍥䕦'䊊 䨁㺤䨁䲭䊊 䊊㗫䨁䝮䉡䨁䰯䥲䨁䉡䐥 䉡㗫䨁 䍥㐥䍥䕦'䊊 䇡㶣㤞䰯㐥䅔䏳 䊊䋚 䰯䨁㤞䲭䕦 䊊㗫䨁 䅔㤞䝮㐥䰯䏳'䉡 䉡䊊䲭䋚䕦㙝䨁䉡䊊 䉡㷬䋚䲭䍥䉡䝮㤞䕦䉡㗫㐥䩵䐥 䊊㗫䨁 㨔䨁䕦 㨔㗫䋚㶣䉡㤞䕦䍥 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 㨔䨁䕸㗫䕦㐥䇡㶣䨁䐥 㐥䕦䉡䊊䨁㤞䍥䐥 䉡㗫䨁 䩵䲭㤞䕸䊊㐥䕸䨁䍥 䊊㗫䨁 䝭䋚 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 㨔䨁䕸㗫䕦㐥䇡㶣䨁䱱
䕠䕦䨁㺤䩵䨁䕸䊊䨁䍥䰯䏳䐥 㗫䨁䲭 䩵䲭䋚㙝䲭䨁䉡䉡 㐥䕦 䕸㶣䰯䊊㐥䥲㤞䊊㐥䕦㙝 䊊㗫䨁 䝭䋚 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 㨔䨁䕸㗫䕦㐥䇡㶣䨁 㷬㤞䉡 䕦䋚䊊 䝴㤞䍥䱱
㢈䕦䍥 䕦䋚㷬䐥 㷬㗫㤞䊊 䉡㗫䨁 䅔䨁䰯䊊 䕸䰯䨁㤞䲭䰯䏳 㷬㤞䉡 䊊㗫䨁 䕸䲭㤞䰃䏳 䅔䰯㶣䕸䊊㶣㤞䊊㐥䋚䕦䉡 䋚䅔 䊊㗫䨁 㜳䲭䨁䨁䕦 䣴㐥䥲䨁䲭 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䟩䋚㤞䲭䍥䰯㐥䕦䨁 䕸䋚䝮㐥䕦㙝 䅔䲭䋚䝮 䊊㗫䨁 䍥㐥䉡䊊㤞䕦䊊 䕦䋚䲭䊊㗫䨁㤞䉡䊊㧹
㗏䅔 㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦'䉡 㜳䲭䨁䨁䕦 䣴㐥䥲䨁䲭 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䟩䋚㤞䲭䍥䰯㐥䕦䨁 㐥䉡 㤞 䝴䲭䨁䨁䰃䨁䐥 䊊㤞䉡䊊㐥䕦㙝 䉡㷬䨁䨁䊊䱱
㨔㗫䨁 䅔䰯㤞䥲䋚䲭 㐥䉡 㐥䕦䊊䋚㺤㐥䕸㤞䊊㐥䕦㙝 㷬㐥䊊㗫 䓴㶣䉡䊊 䋚䕦䨁 䊊㤞䉡䊊䨁㧹
"㶝㶣 㛖㶣䨁 㜳䲭䨁䏳 䮳㤞䰯㤞䕸䨁䐥 㐥䊊'䉡 䋚䥲䨁䲭 䊊㗫䨁䲭䨁㧹"
㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦'䉡 䨁䏳䨁䉡 䊊㶣䲭䕦䨁䍥 䲭䨁䍥 㐥䕦 㤞䕦 㐥䕦䉡䊊㤞䕦䊊䱱
䰠㗫䨁 㗫㤞䍥 䥲㐥䉡㐥䊊䨁䍥 䊊㗫䨁 䏝㐥㙝㗫䊊㗫 䮳㤞䰯㤞䕸䨁 㤞䕦䍥 㗫㤞䍥 㤞䰯䉡䋚 䋚䝴䉡䨁䲭䥲䨁䍥 䊊㗫䨁 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䂗㐥䰯䰯 䰯䨁䅔䊊 䝴䏳 䊊㗫䨁 䉡䊊䲭䋚䕦㙝䨁䉡䊊 䝭䋚 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 㐥䕦 䊊㗫䨁 㷬䋚䲭䰯䍥—䝭䋚䋚䕦䰯䨁䉡䉡 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䣗䨁㐥䊊䏳䱱
㗏䊊'䉡 䉡䋚 㐥䕦䊊䋚㺤㐥䕸㤞䊊㐥䕦㙝㧹
"㩴㗫㤞䲭㙝䨁㧹"
"㢈㙝㤞㐥䕦䉡䊊 㤞䰯䰯 䋚䍥䍥䉡䐥 䕸㤞䊊䕸㗫 䊊㗫䨁 䋚䰯䍥 䅔㤞䝮㐥䰯䏳 㗫䨁㤞䍥'䉡 䨁䏳䨁䐥 䉡㗫䋚㷬䕸㤞䉡䨁 䏳䋚㶣䲭 䊊㤞䰯䨁䕦䊊䐥 䉡䊊䨁䩵 䍥䋚㷬䕦 㳢䨁䕦㙝 䫄㗫䋚䕦㙝䰃㗫㐥䐥 䕸㗫䋚䩵 䊊㗫䲭䋚㶣㙝㗫 㳢䨁䕦㙝 䫄㗫䋚䕦㙝䰃㶣㐥䐥 䝴䨁䕸䋚䝮䨁 㤞 䍥㐥䉡䕸㐥䩵䰯䨁 䋚䅔 㜳䋚㶣 䂗㶣䏳㶣䨁䐥 䕸㗫㤞䉡䨁 㤞䅔䊊䨁䲭 㶝㶣 㶝㐥㤞䋚䉡㗫䋚㶣䱱䱱䱱 㤞䕦䍥 䝴䨁㗫䋚䰯䍥 䊊䋚䍥㤞䏳㧹"
㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦 䉡䊊䨁䩵䩵䨁䍥 䍥䋚㷬䕦 䋚䕦 㳢䨁䕦㙝 㑂㐥㤞䕦㙝䰯㐥㤞䕦㙝䐥 㶣䉡㐥䕦㙝 䊊㗫䨁 䣴䨁䥲䨁䲭䉡䨁 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䰠䋚㤞䲭㐥䕦㙝 㨔䨁䕸㗫䕦㐥䇡㶣䨁䐥 䉡㗫䨁 䇡㶣㐥䕸㜇䰯䏳 䲭㶣䉡㗫䨁䍥 䊊䋚㷬㤞䲭䍥 䊊㗫䨁 䍥㐥䲭䨁䕸䊊㐥䋚䕦 㷬㗫䨁䲭䨁 䊊㗫䨁 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䂗㐥䰯䰯 㷬㤞䉡 䕸䋚䝮㐥䕦㙝 䅔䲭䋚䝮䱱
䱱䱱䱱
㢈䲭䲭㤞䏳㧹
䈤㤞䥲䨁 䉡䰯㤞䉡㗫䨁䍥 䊊㗫䲭䋚㶣㙝㗫 㷬㐥䊊㗫 䝭䋚 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥䐥 䏳䨁䊊 䕸㤞䕦'䊊 䝮䨁䲭㙝䨁 㷬㐥䊊㗫 䊊㗫䨁 䉡㷬䋚䲭䍥䐥 䉡㐥䝮䩵䰯䏳 䕸㤞䕦'䊊 㙝䨁䊊 䊊㗫䲭䋚㶣㙝㗫䐥 㷬㗫㤞䊊 䉡㗫㤞䰯䰯 㗏 䍥䋚䋰
㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦 䅔䲭䋚㷬䕦䨁䍥 㤞䕦䍥 㷬㤞㐥䊊䨁䍥 䅔䋚䲭 㤞 䝮䋚䝮䨁䕦䊊䐥 㤞䰯䲭䨁㤞䍥䏳 䅔㶣䰯䰯䏳 䕸䨁䲭䊊㤞㐥䕦 䊊㗫㤞䊊 䝭䋚䋚䕦䰯䨁䉡䉡 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䣗䨁㐥䊊䏳 㷬㤞䉡 㐥䕦䉡㐥䍥䨁䱱
㨔㗫䨁䲭䨁 㷬㤞䉡䕦'䊊 䨁䥲䨁䕦 㤞 䉡㐥䕦㙝䰯䨁 㷬㐥䰯䍥 䝴䨁㤞䉡䊊 㐥䕦 䊊㗫䨁 䥲㐥䕸㐥䕦㐥䊊䏳䱱
䏝䥲䨁䲭䏳䊊㗫㐥䕦㙝 㗫㤞䍥 䥲㤞䕦㐥䉡㗫䨁䍥 㤞䉡 㐥䅔 㤞䰯䰯 䰯㐥䥲㐥䕦㙝 䝴䨁㐥䕦㙝䉡 㗫㤞䍥 䍥㐥䨁䍥 䋚䅔䅔䱱
"㿗䋚䐥 㗏 䝮㶣䉡䊊 䉡䨁䨁 䊊㗫䨁 䣗䨁㐥䊊䏳㧹
"㗏 㤞䝮 㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦䐥 䉡䋚䝮䨁䋚䕦䨁 㷬㗫䋚 㤞䉡䩵㐥䲭䨁䉡 䊊䋚 䝴䨁 䊊㗫䨁 䍥㐥䉡䕸㐥䩵䰯䨁 䋚䅔 䝭䋚䋚䕦䰯䨁䉡䉡 䰠㷬䋚䲭䍥 䣗䨁㐥䊊䏳䱱 䈤䋚㷬 䕸㤞䕦 㗏 䊊㶣䲭䕦 䝴㤞䕸㜇 㷬㐥䊊㗫䋚㶣䊊 䨁䥲䨁䕦 䕸㤞䊊䕸㗫㐥䕦㙝 㤞 㙝䰯㐥䝮䩵䉡䨁䋰"
䣴㶣䉡䊊䰯䨁䱱
㨔㗫䨁 䉡㗫㤞䍥䏳 㷬䋚䋚䍥䉡 䅔䰯㶣䊊䊊䨁䲭 㷬㐥䊊㗫 㤞 䕸䋚䋚䰯 䝴䲭䨁䨁䰃䨁䐥 䕸㤞㶣䉡㐥䕦㙝 䊊㗫䨁 䰯䨁㤞䥲䨁䉡 䊊䋚 䲭㶣䉡䊊䰯䨁䱱
㨔㗫㐥䉡 䕸㗫㐥䰯䰯䱱䱱䱱
䂗㗫䏳 䍥䋚 㗏 䅔䨁䨁䰯 䰯㐥㜇䨁 䝮䏳 䨁䕦䍥 㐥䉡 䕦䨁㤞䲭䐥 㤞䉡 㐥䅔 㗏 㤞䝮 㙝䋚㐥䕦㙝 䊊䋚 䍥㐥䨁 㗫䨁䲭䨁䋰
㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦 䉡㶣䍥䍥䨁䕦䰯䏳 䅔䲭䋚䰃䨁䱱
㨔㗫䨁 䉡㶣䲭䲭䋚㶣䕦䍥㐥䕦㙝 䊊䲭䨁䨁䉡 㷬䨁䲭䨁 䉡䊊㐥䰯䰯 䉡㗫㤞㜇㐥䕦㙝䱱
"䈤䝮䝮䋰"
㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦 䰯䋚䋚㜇䨁䍥 䍥䋚㷬䕦䱱
㢈䉡 㐥䅔 䉡䰯㤞䉡㗫䨁䍥 䝴䏳 㤞 䉡㷬䋚䲭䍥䐥 䝴䰯䋚䋚䍥 䲭䋚䉡䨁䐥 䊊㶣䲭䕦㐥䕦㙝 㐥䕦䊊䋚 䝮㐥䉡䊊䐥 㤞䕦䍥 䉡䩵䲭䨁㤞䍥 㤞䲭䋚㶣䕦䍥䱱
"䈤䝮䝮䋰"
㨔㗫䨁 㐥䕦䊊䨁䲭䕸䲭䋚䉡䉡䨁䍥 䉡㗫㤞䍥䋚㷬䉡 䋚䅔 䊊䲭䨁䨁䉡 䕸䋚䥲䨁䲭䨁䍥 㷬㐥䊊㗫 㤞 䰯㤞䏳䨁䲭 䋚䅔 䝴䰯䋚䋚䍥 㐥䕦 㗫䨁䲭 䥲㐥䉡㐥䋚䕦䐥 䉡䩵䨁䨁䍥㐥䕦㙝 䅔䋚䲭㷬㤞䲭䍥 䋚䕦 䝴䋚䊊㗫 䉡㐥䍥䨁䉡䱱䱱䱱
㿗䋚䐥 䕦䋚䊊 䊊㗫䨁 䉡㶣䲭䲭䋚㶣䕦䍥㐥䕦㙝䉡 䝮䋚䥲㐥䕦㙝 䅔䋚䲭㷬㤞䲭䍥䐥 䝴㶣䊊 㗫䨁䲭䉡䨁䰯䅔 䝮䋚䥲㐥䕦㙝 䝴㤞䕸㜇㷬㤞䲭䍥㧹
"㢈㗫—"
䮳㤞㐥䕦 䩵㐥䨁䲭䕸㐥䕦㙝 㗫䨁䲭 㗫䨁㤞䲭䊊 䅔㐥䕦㤞䰯䰯䏳 㗫㐥䊊䐥 㤞䕦䍥 㳢䨁䕦㙝 㨔㐥㤞䕦䊊㐥㤞䕦䐥 㷬㗫䋚 䝴䨁䰯㤞䊊䨁䍥䰯䏳 䲭䨁㤞䰯㐥䰃䨁䍥 䉡㗫䨁 㷬㤞䉡 䝴䰯㤞䉡䊊䨁䍥 㤞㷬㤞䏳䐥 䉡㤞㷬 䊊㗫䨁 㙝㐥㙝㤞䕦䊊㐥䕸 㗫䋚䰯䨁 䝴䰯㤞䉡䊊䨁䍥 㐥䕦䊊䋚 䊊㗫䨁 㙝䲭㤞䏳 䝮㐥䉡䊊 㐥䕦 䊊㗫䨁 䉡㜇䏳䐥 䅔䋚䲭䝮㐥䕦㙝 㤞 䝮㶣䉡㗫䲭䋚䋚䝮 䕸䰯䋚㶣䍥䱱䱱
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