I Have A Qi Fortune Altar-Chapter 1384 - 677: Perfection of Refining God! (Part 2)
Capítulo 1384: Chapter 677: Perfection of Refining God! (Part 2)
Li Suqing: “It’s nothing more than causing another commotion in the Capital.”
“That’s right. The Sima Family is already a dead body in the tomb, doomed to fail, yet they still want to ascend to the Human Emperor’s position. It’s practically rebellion under the guise of a title.
By then, those who take action will definitely not be just us.”
Chu Changfeng, the Nether Daoist who had been in seclusion for quite some time, spoke up at this moment.
Chu Changfeng has a keen eye. The world now is on the verge of chaos; the court can only strive to maintain stability without creating any disturbances, but they seem to have lost their minds.
At such a time, to ascend to Human Emperor!
How can the hearts of the people be convinced?
Just by proclaiming oneself as the Human Emperor?
It’s utterly laughable.
The title of Human Emperor is recognized by the entire Human Race, not just self-proclaimed, otherwise anyone could claim to be the emperor of the Human Race, couldn’t they?
Chu Changfeng believes this is Jingtai seeking his own death. The day he ascends as the Human Emperor is the day the world falls into chaos.
“Nether Daoist, have you broken through?”
“Yes, I’ve already passed the Heavenly Tribulation and stepped into the Yang God Realm,” Chu Changfeng calmly responded.
“Good, very good. With Brother Chu’s breakthrough into the Yang God Realm, our Taoist Divine Palace now has three True Monarchs, easily capable of controlling a whole region,” Yang Huatian laughed heartily, quite pleased.
“What about Asura Daoist?”
Chu Changfeng continued to ask.
“He is still in seclusion and hasn’t come out yet,” Su Ziyue answered.
Chen Yuan had informed only her and Jiang He about his closed-door cultivation. Even when Chen Huaiyi, who claimed to be his uncle, came to find him, she gave the same response.
“In seclusion too? Is he also trying to break through to the Yang God Realm?” Chu Changfeng was startled internally.
Chen Yuan, even as he is now, is ranked twelfth on the Heavenly List. If he breaks through to the Yang God Realm, wouldn’t he easily match the top ten Supreme True Monarchs?
“Facing the Wind Tribulation….”
“When will he come out of seclusion? The Heavenly Sword Daoist’s assault on the Capital cannot do without him.”
Chen Yuan is currently a high-end combat force of the Taoist Divine Palace. Even if he broke through, there is no guarantee that he could hold off Chen Yuan, ranked twelfth on the Heavenly List. With him, there is a sense of security.
Of course, the most important factor is the elder, Moluo.
Causing a commotion in the Capital seems easy to say but is extremely difficult. If it weren’t for Moluo’s intervention the last time, they all would have had to remain in the Capital. With him, he is akin to an anchor that holds the sea still.
“Do not disturb him. For this trip to the Capital, Jiang alone is enough,” Jiang He spoke softly.
If it were merely to bring Li Hongshuang out, it wouldn’t require a large-scale operation; he alone would suffice.
“Heavenly Sword Daoist, do not speak like this. The unity of the Taoist Divine Palace is our principle; how can we let you go to the Capital to face danger alone?” Chu Changfeng directly said, with a hint of displeasure in his words.
It seemed he was a bit unhappy with Jiang He’s words.
“That’s right. Nether Daoist speaks the truth. The Taoist Divine Palace has always advanced and retreated together; how can we let you risk going to the Capital alone? Does Heavenly Sword Daoist not consider us as one of their own?”
Li Suqing said in a deep voice.
“This is a significant matter. I’ll go contact Chen Yuan now to see if he’s out of seclusion,” Su Ziyue spoke up as well.
“His cultivation is at a critical juncture; better not disturb him. Besides, there are still a few days left; no need to rush. If he truly can’t be contacted, there’s no need to force it.”
Jiang He then said.
He didn’t believe Chen Yuan would deliberately avoid this matter. If he truly couldn’t be contacted, it would only prove he was at his most critical moment, possibly even unaware of the Heavenly Book.
And with him around, even if he were to fall in the Capital, there would be someone to avenge him later.
“This….”
As the group was discussing, a distant star belonging solely to Moluo suddenly lit up, and a faint voice came out:
“Asura Daoist has already crossed the most difficult hurdle and will come out of seclusion in less than two days.”
Upon hearing this voice, the group was both surprised and delighted, hurriedly saying:
“Elder Moluo, have you come out of seclusion?”
“Elder Moluo, how is your injury?”
“Indeed….”
Moluo smiled faintly: “Heh, you need not worry; this monk’s injuries are no longer of any serious concern.”
“That’s good, that’s good….”
“As long as Elder Moluo is fine, we are reassured.”
“And Chen Yuan?”
“He is still cultivating and cannot be disturbed now. Has something happened outside?” Moluo asked immediately.
Then the Ghost Daoist Yang Huatian spoke up:
“Indeed, there’s news from the Capital saying Jingtai….”
He revealed everything he knew, giving Moluo a sense of what’s happened.
Moluo was silent for a moment:
“The position of Human Emperor, proclaimed to the world…. This matter is likely not that simple. Jingtai is shrewd; knowing the world would react this strongly, he’s probably prepared to respond.”
“Elder, do you mean…. the court has a backup plan?”
“But the court only has a few True Monarchs; how can they stand against the numerous heroes of the world?”
“The world is in chaos; all factions are conserving strength. There aren’t many who would dare to march into the Capital, besides…. even though the court only has a few True Monarchs, Spirit Mountain has….”
“I see.”
“However, since this matter has already arisen, the Taoist Divine Palace need not hesitate. Once Asura Daoist emerges from seclusion, this monk will personally discuss the matter with him.
Disrupting the court’s sacrifice to Heaven would earn us both fame and righteousness.”
…
…
Within the Yin Wind World.
Chen Yuan was still sitting cross-legged. The gentle Yin Wind caressed his Primordial Spirit, not only without fragmenting it but actually strengthening it, and at this moment, there was a sense of perfection about him!
Had he only gone through the Wind Tribulation, Chen Yuan would still just be at the Refining God Peak, needing time to stabilize his cultivation, but after those Yin Souls transformed into wind,
those forces inversely aided him in achieving perfection.
Sparing him an unknown amount of time.
The Yin Wind brushed past his hair, and Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, a gleam emerging from their depths. The current Yin Wind World was vastly different from before; the raging typhoon had vanished, replaced by tranquility.
Chen Yuan understood that he had completed his breakthrough.
His Primordial Spirit was already perfect and flawless, reaching the ‘Supreme Yin God’ level.
“Scatter!”
With a word from his mouth, the world constructed by his Primordial Spirit began to crumble instantly, yet Chen Yuan’s gaze remained calm as water, as if he had experienced countless shifts of time.
With his spirit returning, the Chen Yuan in the cave opened his eyes.
At this moment, he could sense the immense and powerful force within his Primordial Spirit, which, after enduring the Wind and Fire Tribulations, had become remarkably stronger.
Even perceiving his surroundings, he could sense things utterly different from before.
The world…became clearer.
As his Primordial Spirit gradually radiated brilliance, his power continued to grow. He clenched his fists tightly, with only one thought in his mind: Does his current strength suffice to rival the top ten Supreme True Monarchs on the Heavenly List?
He thought….it should be enough!
After all, his strength had significantly increased this time, and even when he breaks through to the Yang God Realm, reaching the Great Accomplishment of Divine Power, he could even rival the top five in strength on that list.
By then, he would be able to stand firmly in the Human World.
If no Immortals appear, who would contend against him?
Having endured so long, it’s time to finally confront that dog Emperor Jingtai, trying to put a leash on his neck, making him a lapdog of the Sima Family.
Do they…. deserve it?
Not in the slightest!
The cave scene was drastically different from before, with the massive Blood Pond now almost dried up, and the Yin Soul Tree before him had turned into a ruin, vanished without a trace.
Chen Yuan knew that Moluo was definitely involved in this.
He had relied on the Blood Soul Wood Heart to break through to Refining God, while Moluo was recovering his injuries through the Blood Pond and Yin Soul Wood.
He lifted his head and immediately saw the smiling Moluo ahead, speaking:
“Thank you, elder, for protecting my path!”
“I first congratulate the Daoist friend on emerging from seclusion, condensing the Supreme Yin God, reaching perfection in the Yin God Realm. Once the Supreme Yin turns into Yang, you will possess a foundation surpassing ordinary Yang Gods.
In the future, even understanding the rules will yield twice the result with half the effort.”
The more Moluo looked at Chen Yuan, the more satisfied and astounded he was.
Such talent, unparalleled in history, even he was far left behind.
He had also absorbed many divine blood and could be called miraculous.
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䭈㑏㤪㑏䶭䞝㑏䄱䑰䳨䭈㮗
䶭䩼䱄
䚔䄱䄱䞝䭈䶭䑰
㼱䚔䭈䪐㕞㑏䞝䱄
䞝䶭䄱㫯
㫯䪐
䪐䶭㫯䭈㡜䪐䄱㑏㕞䭀
䞝䩼㤪䞝
䪐㼱㩣㼱
䭈㕞㠌䪐
㤪䞝䱄䭈
㤪䞝䭈
䱄䭈䞝㤪
䆸䭈
䞝㤪䨖㕞䩼䭈
䱄㼱䪐䭈㼱䳆
䪐㫯䭈㫯䚔䭈䱄㡜㑏䩼㼱
䄱㡜䞝
䑰䞝㡜䪐㼱
“㶣㤪䭈㑏䭈’㫯 㡜䄱 䞝䪐䶭䭈䨖”
㔷䭈䩼㑏䪐㡜䑞 㯾㤪䭈㡜 㢍䑰䩼㡜 㫯䩼䱄 䞝㤪䪐㫯䳨 䗡䄱㼱䑰䄱 㫯㼱䄱㩣㼱䱄 㫯㤪䄱䄱䳆 㤪䪐㫯 㤪䭈䩼㕞䨖
㡜䑰㢍䩼
㫯䪦䩼䳆㕞䭈
䳨㫯䞝䪐㼱㼱䱄㤪䑞
㡜䭈㕞㫯㫯䭈
㩣䑰㑏䭈䴃㑏㕞䄱
㫯䩼㩣
䆸䄱㫯㑏㩣
㫯䪐㤪
㡜㯾㤪䭈
䶭䳨䩼㫯䪐㫯
䩼㕞㡜
㤪䪐䶭䄱䞝䭈㫯㡜䑞
“㔷䩼㫯 㫯䄱䶭䭈䞝㤪䪐㡜䑞 䑰㡜䭈䃈䭀䭈䚔䞝䭈㕞 䄱䚔䚔䑰㑏㑏䭈㕞䅇”
“㞴䑰㑏䪐㡜䑞 䞝㤪䭈 䴃䭈㩣 㕞䩼䱄㫯 䱄䄱䑰 㩣䭈㑏䭈 䪐㡜 㫯䭈䚔㼱䑰㫯䪐䄱㡜䳨 䞝㤪䭈 䬻䪐䩼㡜䑞㤪䑰 㤪䩼㫯 䚔㤪䩼㡜䑞䭈㕞 㕞㑏䩼䶭䩼䞝䪐䚔䩼㼱㼱䱄䨖 㶣㤪䭈 㜋䶭䭀䭈㑏䄱㑏 㩣䩼㡜䞝㫯 䞝䄱 㫯䩼䚔㑏䪐䴃䪐䚔䭈 䞝䄱 䞝㤪䭈 㤪䭈䩼㵻䭈㡜㫯 䩼㡜㕞 䭀㑏䩼䱄 䞝䄱 䆸䭈䚔䄱䶭䭈 䞝㤪䭈 㔷䑰䶭䩼㡜 㜋䶭䭀䭈㑏䄱㑏䳨 䩼㡜㕞 䞝㤪䭈 䭈㡜䞝䪐㑏䭈 䬻䪐䩼㡜䑞㤪䑰 䪐㫯 䪐㡜 䞝䑰㑏䶭䄱䪐㼱䨖䨖䨖䨖”
㕞䭈䭈㑏㼱䩼䱄
䞝䩼㡜㫯䑰䩼䪐㔷’
㕞㑏㩣㫯䄱
㢍䑞䩼㡜
㼱䞝㼱㤪䱄䴃䑰䑰䨖㑏䞝
䑰䗡䄱䄱㼱
䇋㡜㕞 㯾㤪䭈㡜 㢍䑰䩼㡜’㫯 㑏䭈䩼䚔䞝䪐䄱㡜 㩣䩼㫯 䞝㤪䭈 㫯䩼䶭䭈 䩼㫯 㯾㤪䑰 㯾㤪䩼㡜䑞䴃䭈㡜䑞 䑰䭀䄱㡜 䪐㡜䪐䞝䪐䩼㼱㼱䱄 㤪䭈䩼㑏䪐㡜䑞 䞝㤪䭈 㡜䭈㩣㫯䨖
㲶㫯 䬻䪐㡜䑞䞝䩼䪐 䚔㑏䩼㢊䱄䅇
䞝䄱
䅇㜋㑏䭈㑏䭀䶭䄱
㼱䞝䪐䩼䶭㫯䪐䪐㡜䳨䞝䄱
㡜䶭㔷䑰䩼
䄱㡜㩣䳆
䞝㤪䭈
㡜䩼㩣㫯䞝
䞝䭈䱄
㩣䄱㡜
䞝䄱㡜
㤪䭈
㤪䪐㫯
䄱䭈䆸䚔䭈䶭
㞴㫯䄱䭈
㲶㫯 㤪䭈 䞝㤪䭈 䗡䩼㑏䞝䪐䩼㼱 㜋䶭䭀䭈㑏䄱㑏 䄱㑏 䞝㤪䭈 㕶㑏䩼㡜㕞 䇋㡜䚔䭈㫯䞝䄱㑏 䄱䴃 㯾㤪䑰䅇
㔷䭈’㫯 䶭䭈㑏䭈㼱䱄 䩼㡜 䭈䶭䭀䭈㑏䄱㑏 㩣㤪䄱 㫯䑰䚔䚔䭈䭈㕞䭈㕞 䞝㤪䭈 䞝㤪㑏䄱㡜䭈䳨 䱄䭈䞝 㤪䭈’㫯 䞝䑰㑏㡜䭈㕞 䞝㤪䭈 㩣䄱㑏㼱㕞 䪐㡜䞝䄱 㫯䑰䚔㤪 䩼 㫯䞝䩼䞝䭈䳨 㫯䭈䚔㑏䭈䞝㼱䱄 䚔䄱㡜䞝㑏䄱㼱㼱䪐㡜䑞 䞝㤪䭈 㞴䭈䶭䄱㡜 㞴䩼䄱 䴃䄱㑏䚔䭈㫯 䩼㡜㕞 䚔䄱㡜㕞䑰䚔䞝䪐㡜䑞 䆸㼱䄱䄱㕞 㫯䩼䚔㑏䪐䴃䪐䚔䭈㫯䨖
㶣㤪䭈
䭈䭈䃈䭈䚔㕞
䭀䭈䭈䄱䭀㼱
㡜㕞㤪㫯䩼
㼱㫯䶭㩤㡜䪐䪐䄱㼱
䄱㩣㤪
䪐㫯㤪
䆸䱄
㼱䭈䴃㼱䩼㡜
㵻䭈㤪䩼
㐾䪐䞝㤪 䞝㤪䩼䞝 䳆䪐㡜㕞 䄱䴃 䭀䭈㑏㫯䄱㡜䳨 㩣㤪䭈㑏䭈 㕞䄱䭈㫯 㤪䭈 䑞䭈䞝 䞝㤪䭈 䚔䄱㡜䴃䪐㕞䭈㡜䚔䭈 䞝䄱 䞝㤪䪐㡜䳆 㤪䭈 䚔䩼㡜 䆸䭈 䞝㤪䭈 㔷䑰䶭䩼㡜 㜋䶭䭀䭈㑏䄱㑏䅇
㐾㤪䄱 䑞䪐㵻䭈㫯 㤪䪐䶭 䞝㤪䭈 䚔䄱䑰㑏䩼䑞䭈䅇
䭈㤪㡜䩼䭈㵻
䳆䶭䩼䪐㡜䑞
㯾㤪㡜䭈
䞝䩼䶭䞝㑏䭈
䪐䳆㕞㡜
䴃䄱㑏
㫯䪐㤪䞝
䪐㫯㫯㑏䩼䳨䭈
䪐䴃
㤪䪐䳨䶭
䴃䄱
䴃䄱
䑞㡜䩼䪐
䭈㤪䄱䭈㑏㫯
䭀䩼㑏䑰䄱㼱䭀
䪐㫯
䚔䩼㼱䪐䩼䱄䞝䚔㑏䭀㼱
㜋㵻㡜䭈
㤪䞝䭈
䪐䑞䩼㡜㕞䪐
䆸㑏䭈䭈㼱䳨
䞝䄱
䞝䄱
㼱㩣㑏䄱㕞
䩼
䚔䴃䑞䄱㑏䪐㡜
䭀㑏䄱䭀䑰䨖㫯䞝
䪐䞝
䞝䭈㤪
䪐䪐䭀㫯䭈㼱䄱䆸䶭㫯
㡜䱄䩼
䚔䞝䩼䚔䪐㑏䪐㼱
㡜䩼㢍䑰
䩼㫯
䭈㫯䴃㼱䭈
䄱㡜䶭䶭䭈䞝䳨
䞝䩼
㫯䑰㤪䚔
“㐾㤪䭈㡜 㕞䄱䭈㫯 䬻䪐㡜䑞䞝䩼䪐 䭀㼱䩼㡜 䞝䄱 㫯䩼䚔㑏䪐䴃䪐䚔䭈 䞝䄱 䞝㤪䭈 㤪䭈䩼㵻䭈㡜㫯䅇”
“㲶㡜 䴃䪐㵻䭈 㕞䩼䱄㫯’ 䞝䪐䶭䭈䨖”
䩼㫯䞝䄱䪐㶣
㑏㩣䄱㼱㕞
䭈㤪䞝
㑏䚔䭈䄱㫯䴃
㡜䪐
㑏”䪐䄱䚔䑞䇋䚔㕞㡜
䚔䭈㑏䞝䩼
䭈䭈䪐㡜㫯䆸䴃䞝
䪐㫯䑞䞝㡜䩼䪐䬻’
䞝䄱
‘㑏䄱㡜䪐㫯㫯䭈
䚔㕞䄱㼱䑰
䩼䘷䭈䩼䚔㼱
㫯㤪䶭䨖䄱䄱㼱䞝䱄
㕞㡜䩼
䶭䭈䞝䭀䩼䞝䞝
㤪䭈䞝
䭀㑏䭈䩼
䞝䄱
䭈䪐䚔㫯䩼䪐䴃㑏䚔
䭈㼱㩣㼱
䞝䄱
䑞䄱
䭈䞝㤪
㼱㼱䩼
䭈䪐㼱䳨䞝䱄䭈㫯㡜㡜
䭈㫯䩼㤪䭈㵻㡜
㡜䞝㕞䱄㫯㑏”䭈䨖䆸䩼
䪐䪐㞴㡜㵻䭈
䒝䑰㑏
䄱㡜䞝
䭈㵻䱄㑏
㫯䩼
䳨㫯㩣㕞㑏䄱
䭈㤪䞝
䞝㤪䭈
䱄䩼䶭
䩼
䗡䩼䒷䄱㑏 䭈㵻䭈㡜䞝㫯 䩼㼱㫯䄱 㫯䪐䑞㡜䪐䴃䱄 㕞䩼㡜䑞䭈㑏䨖 㲶䴃 䄱㡜䭈 䚔䩼㡜 䩼㵻䄱䪐㕞 䪐㡜㵻䄱㼱㵻䭈䶭䭈㡜䞝 䩼㡜㕞 䆸䭈㡜䭈䴃䪐䞝 㩣䪐䞝㤪䄱䑰䞝 䭀䩼㑏䞝䪐䚔䪐䭀䩼䞝䪐䄱㡜䳨 䞝㤪䩼䞝’㫯 㡜䩼䞝䑰㑏䩼㼱㼱䱄 䩼 䑞䄱䄱㕞 䞝㤪䪐㡜䑞䳨 䭀㑏䄱㵻䪐㕞䭈㕞 䞝㤪䩼䞝 䬻䪐㡜䑞䞝䩼䪐 㕞䄱䭈㫯 㡜䄱䞝 㫯䑰䚔䚔䭈䭈㕞䨖
䒝䞝㤪䭈㑏㩣䪐㫯䭈䳨 㩣䪐䞝㤪 䞝㤪䭈 㡜䩼䞝䪐䄱㡜’㫯 䴃䄱㑏䞝䑰㡜䭈 䑰䭀䄱㡜 㤪䪐䶭䳨 㤪䄱㡜䄱㑏䭈㕞 䩼㫯 䞝㤪䭈 㔷䑰䶭䩼㡜 㜋䶭䭀䭈㑏䄱㑏䳨 䩼㡜㕞 㕞䭈䚔䩼㕞䭈㫯 䄱䴃 䘷䄱㩣䭈㑏 䄱䴃 㲶㡜䚔䭈㡜㫯䭈䳨 䬻䪐㡜䑞䞝䩼䪐 䚔䄱䑰㼱㕞 䭀䄱㫯㫯䭈㫯㫯 䴃䄱㑏䶭䪐㕞䩼䆸㼱䭈 㫯䞝㑏䭈㡜䑞䞝㤪䳨 䭀䄱䞝䭈㡜䞝䪐䩼㼱㼱䱄 㑏䪐㵻䩼㼱䪐㡜䑞 䩼㡜 㲶䶭䶭䄱㑏䞝䩼㼱䨖
㩣䱄䄱㼱㼱㫯
䩼䄱䪐㶣㫯䞝
䪐䭈”䶭䞝䨖
䩼㼱㫯䄱
䞝㫯䶭䑰
䩼䘷䩼䚔㼱䭈
䨖䭈㕞㤪䩼
㕞㵻䪐㡜㵻䄱㼱䭈
㫯㤪䄱䳆䄱
“䵧䳨䄱
㤪䞝䭈
㞴䭈䪐㡜㵻䪐
㤪㫯䪐
䑰䗡㼱䄱䄱
㤪䞝㫯䪐
䞝䭈䑞
“㐾㤪䱄 㫯䄱䅇”
“㮗䄱㑏 䄱㡜䭈䳨 䞝㤪䭈 㩣䄱㑏㼱㕞 䪐㫯 䩼㼱㑏䭈䩼㕞䱄 䪐㡜 䚔㤪䩼䄱㫯䳨 䩼㡜㕞 䞝㤪䪐㫯 㫯䩼䚔㑏䪐䴃䪐䚔䭈 䞝䄱 䞝㤪䭈 㤪䭈䩼㵻䭈㡜㫯 䶭䩼㑏䳆㫯 䩼 䞝䑰㑏㡜䪐㡜䑞 䭀䄱䪐㡜䞝䨖 㶣䄱 䄱䚔䚔䑰䭀䱄 䊉㤪䑰㢊㤪䄱䑰䳨 䱄䄱䑰 䴃䪐㑏㫯䞝 㡜䭈䭈㕞 䞝㤪䭈 㼱䭈䑞䪐䞝䪐䶭䩼䚔䱄 䄱䴃 㑏䪐䑞㤪䞝䭈䄱䑰㫯㡜䭈㫯㫯䨖
㼱㑏䄱㩣㕞䨖
䞝䄱
䪐㫯
䭈䚔䞝㼱䃈䭈䭈㼱㡜
䭈䞝㤪
㤪㫯㶣䪐
䭈䪐䴃䞝㫯㼱
䄱㶣䩼䪐䞝㫯
㤪䞝䭈
䘷䩼䭈㼱䚔䩼
䩼㡜
䩼䚔㡜
䪐䭀䄱㑏䨖㡜䭀䱄䞝䄱䑰䞝
䪐䭈㡜㞴䪐㵻
㑏䭈㵻䄱䭈䳨㑏䄱䗡
㑏䭈䭈䩼㵻㼱
䩼㼱䱄䪐㼱䴃㡜
䊉䭈䚔䄱㡜㕞㼱䱄䳨 䞝㤪䭈 䶭䩼䞝䞝䭈㑏 䄱䴃 䞝㤪䭈 㫯䩼䚔㑏䪐䴃䪐䚔䭈 䪐㫯 㡜䄱 㫯䶭䩼㼱㼱 䶭䩼䞝䞝䭈㑏䨖 㲶䴃 䬻䪐㡜䑞䞝䩼䪐 㫯䑰䚔䚔䭈䭈㕞㫯䳨 䪐䞝 㩣䪐㼱㼱 䆸䭈 䩼 䶭䩼䒷䄱㑏 䭀㑏䄱䆸㼱䭈䶭䨖 㶣㤪䭈 䊉䪐䶭䩼 㮗䩼䶭䪐㼱䱄 䶭䩼䱄 㡜䄱䞝 㕞䄱䶭䪐㡜䩼䞝䭈 䞝㤪䭈 㩣䄱㑏㼱㕞䳨 䆸䑰䞝 䚔䄱㡜䞝㑏䄱㼱㼱䪐㡜䑞 㤪䩼㼱䴃 䄱䴃 䞝㤪䭈 㼱䩼㡜㕞 䴃䪐㑏䶭㼱䱄 䪐㫯 㡜䄱䞝 䩼㡜 䪐㫯㫯䑰䭈䨖
㲶䴃 㫯䄱䳨 䪐䞝 㩣䄱䑰㼱㕞 䆸䭈䚔䄱䶭䭈 䭈㵻䭈㡜 㤪䩼㑏㕞䭈㑏 䞝䄱 䄱㵻䭈㑏䞝㤪㑏䄱㩣 䞝㤪䭈 䊉䪐䶭䩼 㮗䩼䶭䪐㼱䱄 䪐㡜 䞝㤪䭈 䴃䑰䞝䑰㑏䭈䨖 㐾䭈 䚔䩼㡜㡜䄱䞝 䭀䪐㡜 䄱䑰㑏 㤪䄱䭀䭈㫯 䄱㡜 䄱䞝㤪䭈㑏㫯㠌 䪐䞝 䚔䩼㡜 䄱㡜㼱䱄 㑏䭈㫯䞝 䄱㡜 䄱䑰㑏 䄱㩣㡜 䭈䴃䴃䄱㑏䞝㫯䨖
㵻䭈㑏䭀䄱
䪐䪐䑞㡜䞝䬻䩼
䑰㡜䪐㼱䞝
䆸䭈
䄱䞝
䩼㼱䭈䭈䞝䪐䪐㫯㡜䶭
䩼㡜䭈䑰㡜䄱㡜䚔
䪐㫯
䱄䑰䄱
䞝䩼㩣䪐
㫯䪐
䩼㑏䭈䞝䴃
䑞䬻䞝䪐䪐㡜䩼
䄱䞝
㡜㼱䱄䄱
䨖㑏㼱䄱㕞㩣
䞝䭈䪐䶭
䄱䵧㩣
䭈䞝㤪
䆸䪐䭈䑞㡜
䩼䶭䞝䭈䞝㑏
㡜㙱䄱㡜䆸㑏
㤪䭈㶣
䞝䪐
䭈㼱㡜䚔䩼㤪㼱䪐䑞㡜䑞
䞝䪐
㩣䭈
䭈䞝㤪
䨖䭈䶭
㲶䴃
䞝䄱
䞝䭈㤪
䘷䞝䚔䩼㑏㤪䩼䪐㑏
㩣㡜䄱㡜䳆
䴃䄱
䆸䞝㫯䭈
䪐䞝䨖
㵻䭈䳨䭈䭈㕞䪐䚔㡜
䞝䭈㤪
䞝䄱
䪐㩣㼱㼱
㡜䩼㕞
䇋㡜㕞䨖䨖䨖 䞝㤪䭈㑏䭈 䪐㫯 䩼㡜䄱䞝㤪䭈㑏 㑏䭈䩼㫯䄱㡜 㩣䭈 䶭䑰㫯䞝 䩼䚔䞝䨖”
“㐾㤪䩼䞝 㑏䭈䩼㫯䄱㡜䅇”
㤪㯾䭈㡜
㤪䭀䭈㼱
䗡䑰㼱䄱䄱
䆸㑏䄱㫯䨖㩣
㫯䄱
䑰㢍㡜䩼
㤪䪐㫯
㼱㡜㼱䄱㫯䱄䳨䶭䭈
㫯䩼䳆䭀䭈
䑞䪐䊉䭈䭈㡜
䑰㼱䚔㕞’䄱䞝㡜
㩣㑏䄱䑰䴃㑏
䆸䞝䑰
“㶣䄱 㩣䪐㡜 䄱㵻䭈㑏 䞝㤪䭈 䱋䪐 㮗䩼䶭䪐㼱䱄’㫯 㼱䄱䱄䩼㼱䞝䱄 䩼㡜㕞 䆸䭈䞝䞝䭈㑏 䚔䄱㡜䞝㑏䄱㼱 䞝㤪䭈 䶭䪐㼱䪐䞝䩼㑏䱄䳨 䭀㑏䭈䭀䭀䪐㡜䑞 䴃䄱㑏 䞝㤪䭈 䚔㤪䩼䄱䞝䪐䚔 䞝䪐䶭䭈㫯 䩼㤪䭈䩼㕞䳨 䬻䪐㡜䑞䞝䩼䪐 㤪䩼㫯 䪐㫯㫯䑰䭈㕞 䩼㡜 㲶䶭䭀䭈㑏䪐䩼㼱 㞴䭈䚔㑏䭈䭈 䞝䄱 䞝䩼䳆䭈 䱋䪐 㔷䄱㡜䑞㫯㤪䑰䩼㡜䑞 䩼㫯 䩼 䵧䄱䆸㼱䭈 㯾䄱㡜㫯䄱㑏䞝䨖”
“㐾㤪䩼䞝㩤㩤㩤”
䨖䭈㫯䭈䱄
㫯㡜䩼㤪䪐㼱䑞䴃
䪐㡜䞝䭈㡜䞝
㤪㫯䪐
㑏㩣䄱䆸
㤪䑞䪐㕞䭈䭈㡜䞝䳨䞝
㡜㢍䑰’㫯䩼
㡜䪐
䶭㑏䄱䭈㑏㕞䑰䑰㫯
䩼
䄱䴃
䩼䚔㑏䭈䞝
㕞䪐䞝䭈䭈䶭䩼䶭䱄㼱䪐
䭈㡜㤪㯾
㲶䞝’㫯 㡜䄱䞝 䞝㤪䩼䞝 㤪䭈 㤪䩼㫯 䩼㡜䱄 㕞䭈㫯䪐䑞㡜㫯 䄱㡜 䱋䪐 㔷䄱㡜䑞㫯㤪䑰䩼㡜䑞䳨 䆸䑰䞝 䆸䭈䚔䩼䑰㫯䭈 䄱䴃 䬻䪐䩼㡜䑞 㔷䭈䳨 䬻䪐㡜䑞䞝䩼䪐 䞝䩼䳆䪐㡜䑞 䩼 䚔䄱㡜䚔䑰䆸䪐㡜䭈 㩣䪐㼱㼱 㫯䑰㑏䭈㼱䱄 䭀㑏䄱䶭䭀䞝 䬻䪐䩼㡜䑞 㔷䭈 䞝䄱 䩼䚔䞝䳨 䩼㡜㕞 䪐䴃 㤪䭈 䩼䚔䞝㫯䳨 㤪䄱㩣 䚔䩼㡜 㯾㤪䭈㡜 㢍䑰䩼㡜 㫯䞝䩼㡜㕞 䆸䱄䅇
㮗㑏䄱䶭 䆸䭈䪐㡜䑞 㩣䭈䩼䳆 䞝䄱 㡜䄱㩣䳨 䬻䪐䩼㡜䑞 㔷䭈 㩣䩼㫯 㤪䪐㫯 㫯䑰䭀䭀䄱㑏䞝 䪐㡜 䶭䩼㡜䱄 䪐㡜㫯䞝䩼㡜䚔䭈㫯䨖 㐾䪐䞝㤪䄱䑰䞝 㤪䪐䶭䳨 㯾㤪䭈㡜 㢍䑰䩼㡜 䶭䪐䑞㤪䞝 㤪䩼㵻䭈 㕞䪐䭈㕞 䩼䞝 䞝㤪䭈 㤪䩼㡜㕞㫯 䄱䴃 䞝㤪䭈 㙭䪐㡜䑞䱄䑰㡜 䊉㩣䄱㑏㕞 䊉䭈䚔䞝 䩼㡜㕞 䞝㤪䭈 㢍䑰㡜 㮗䩼䶭䪐㼱䱄䨖
㩣䞝㤪䑰䄱䪐䞝
㙭䪐㡜䑰䑞䄱㢊㤪
䪐㤪㫯
䴃䄱
㫯䞝㲶’
䞝䞝㤪䩼
㤪䭈㯾㡜
㕞䩼㡜䭀䃈䭈
䆸䭈䭈䑰䚔㫯䩼
䩼㕞㡜
䶭㤪䪐
䭀䭈䨖䄱㩣㑏
㑏䩼䭈䴃
䄱㼱㕞䚔䑰
䩼䑰㢍㡜
䚔䩼䞝
䪐㡜
䒝㡜䚔䭈 䞝㤪䭈䪐㑏 䚔䑰㼱䞝䪐㵻䩼䞝䪐䄱㡜 㑏䭈䩼䚔㤪䭈㕞 䭀䩼㑏䪐䞝䱄䳨 䞝㤪䭈䱄 㑏䭈䑞䩼㑏㕞䭈㕞 䭈䩼䚔㤪 䄱䞝㤪䭈㑏 䩼㫯 䆸㑏䄱䞝㤪䭈㑏㫯䨖 䇋䞝 㯾㤪䭈㡜 㢍䑰䩼㡜’㫯 㩣䄱㑏㕞䳨 䬻䪐䩼㡜䑞 㔷䭈 㩣䄱䑰㼱㕞 䭀䑰䞝 䩼㫯䪐㕞䭈 㩣㤪䩼䞝䭈㵻䭈㑏 㤪䭈 㩣䩼㫯 㕞䄱䪐㡜䑞 䞝䄱 㤪䭈㼱䭀 㤪䪐䶭 䭈㡜䞝㑏䩼䭀 䊉䄱㡜䑞 䱋䑰㡜 䩼䞝 䱋䪐䩼㡜䑞㫯㤪䩼㡜䨖
㔷䭈 㤪䭈㼱䭀䭈㕞 㤪䪐䶭 䭈㼱䪐䶭䪐㡜䩼䞝䭈 䞝㤪䭈 㶣㤪㑏䭈䭈 㜋䃈䞝㑏䭈䶭䭈㫯 䊉䭈䚔䞝 䩼㡜㕞 㩣䭈㡜䞝 䞝䄱 䊉㤪䑰㫯㤪䩼㡜 䞝䄱䑞䭈䞝㤪䭈㑏 䞝䄱 㫯䭈䭈䳆 䴃䄱㑏䞝䑰㡜䭈㫯㩤
