Chapter 1988: Chapter 1988
Capítulo 1988: Chapter 1956: Fellow Daoist Vermilion Bird, Please Stay
In the endless starry sky, a terrifying chaos emerged!
The Seven Kills Sword Son and the Sun Divine Son assembled massive armies, engaged in relentless battles, yet did not profoundly reform the fundamental order of the endless starry sky. The Dao Fruit technique still dominated, and many human elites remained brutally oppressed, still in deep distress.
These high and mighty Daoist and Divine Sons needed to win over the Daoist disciples from various places, requiring ready-to-fight Heavenly Human Unity cultivators and all kinds of available soldiers.
How could they possibly destroy the existing order and then spend tens of thousands of years cultivating a new batch of strong individuals?
If they did so, they would face defeat at that time!
The assembled armies of many powerful beings converging in the Golden Crow Star Domain would inevitably cause emptiness in various places, giving the Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators a rare growth opportunity in a thousand years.
The current Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators are not just these hundreds of millions of cultivators from the Fallen Immortal Grand Thousand World Cluster.
At least ten thousand times that terrifying number!
The last millennium of Great Dream Sword Realm data exchange nearly overwhelmed the dream server of the Perishing Immortal Realm’s Great Dream Sword Realm. Many data could only be sealed, awaiting arrival.
The many Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators gradually became the sovereigns of worlds, controlling vast parts of the starry sky.
Many Dao Child level Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators have emerged, becoming forces in the endless starry sky that cannot be ignored, coldly watching the current situation, observing.
Among these Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators, one has even emerged as the strongest, controlling an entire Great Thousand World Cluster!
They are so proud, ambitious, and won’t offer allegiance to anyone, not even to the Great Sun Swordsman.
This is the terrifying variable of the current endless starry sky!
“Is it the time for me to enter the battlefield?”
Jiang Ding asked calmly.
The current research center in the Perishing Immortal Realm, “Seven Emotions and Six Desires Destruction Method Feathering Great Sun Sword Soul Embryo”, can no longer handle the cultivation method data transmitted from various places; it’s like ants gnawing at a mountain, unable to complete this work even after millions of years.
Now, there is an urgent need to assemble a new, stronger research team.
Now, it’s necessary to forcibly suppress those newly emerging Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators, gain their allegiance, organize them orderly, and jointly advance the Supreme Great Sun Sword Dao.
The chaotic, observing era has passed; there’s no need to lie dormant anymore.
“Without a doubt, Brother Tushan.”
“Now is the best time to enter the battlefield!”
The Joyous Union Holy Maiden took a deep breath.
Vermilion Bird Sword Son and other Daoists around also had blazing eyes; they finally saw hope from this endless dark labor, becoming unable to contain their excitement.
Twenty thousand years!
For over twenty thousand years!
In this unending dark full-load calculation, they have completely changed, almost losing the emotions of living beings.
Jiang Ding laughed heartily.
Vermilion Bird Star Realm.
A green-clothed youth, who has been lying dormant for countless years, walked slowly towards the Vermilion Bird Great Thousand World, quietly enjoying the scenery along the way, appreciating the continuously gathering army around.
Vermilion Bird Daoist seemed determined to assist the Golden Crow Star Domain and, along with many of this age’s Eight-step Daoists, ally with the Sun Divine Son to extinguish the strongest Seven Kills Sword Son.
Precisely because they are kinsfolk, he knew better the dangers of a swordsman of the same rank.
Jiang Ding arrived outside the Vermilion Bird Great Thousand World, waiting patiently, with no intention of breaking into the clan-protecting formation and fighting against an Eight-step Daoist, willing to wait tens of thousands of years for it.
Now, the awaited outcome has appeared.
A wonderful opportunity for a holy sword fight is about to arrive; the victor will be stronger, showing a more splendid brilliance for the human race, whether living or dying without regret.
Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace.
Here, blue and red flames burn year-round, scorching the void and shattering rules, eternal amidst tribulations, making it the most glorious place in this evergreen holy land.
Legend has it, the ancestors of the Vermilion Bird Holy Land were once slaves to the Phoenix, but then, with great chance, immense willpower, and great wisdom, they slew the Eight Tribulations powerhouse of the Phoenix Clan, creating the Vermilion Bird Star Realm for the human race, which earned great merit for the human race.
The legacy of the sages, honoring so far.
In the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace, a noble and majestic woman in a phoenix crown sat on a throne of flames, quietly gazing into the distant void, lost in thought.
“Vermilion Bird, don’t go.”
“You are not allowed to go.”
Before this majestic and noble woman, another woman with a weak and timid demeanor blocked her path.
This fellow was particularly brave today, persistently advising.
This weak-willed woman racked her brains, using all sorts of methods just to stop the Vermilion Bird, not wanting her to go to the battlefield of the Golden Crow Star Domain and team up with the many Eight-step Daoists to surround and kill the Seven Kills Sword Son.
“Present-day Fusangzi, why are you so annoying?”
“Clearly, the Fusangzi of this generation is quite timid, usually unwilling to come and visit me.”
Vermilion Bird said helplessly.
Fusang Holy Land and Vermilion Bird Holy Land had been life-and-death blood allies since ancient times; their cultivation methods complemented each other. When the Vermilion Bird perches on the Fusang Divine Wood, its cultivation speed is faster and its power stronger, enabling it to protect the Fusang Divine Wood; the two sects have a symbiotic, life-and-death relationship.
Fusang Saintess looked like she was about to cry: “The Vermilion Bird Holy Land is already annihilated in the future, leaving only one heirloom seed with us. We are bullied every day with no one to protect us.”
“Yet you still want to go and die.”
“I can’t find anyone to go to the sect’s secret realm to obtain the sect’s Time Treasures, that person, as expected, disappeared long ago, not trustworthy at all.”
“Has Vermilion Bird Holy Land been annihilated in the future?”
Vermilion Bird sighed softly.
She wasn’t shocked, clearly already aware.
After a moment of silence.
“Present-day Fusangzi, Fusangzi of this era also advised me, but I refused.”
“My destiny can only be in my own hands.”
Vermilion Bird slowly said, “To you, this era may be illusory; to us, this is reality, this is life.”
“We must find a way to extinguish and kill all present-day Eight-step Daoists.”
“Now is an opportunity, to unite with the Sun Divine Son to slay the Seven Kills Sword Son, and then slay the Sun Divine Son, the plan is as such, no matter how difficult, we must proceed.”
“This concerns life and death.”
“Only by succeeding, by killing all present-day swordsmen of the same rank, can we survive; this inheritance is too dangerous, for any Magic Cultivation indeed.”
“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; I won’t miss it.”
After saying this, Vermilion Bird gently yet resolutely pushed away the Fusang Saintess, firmly rejecting her attempt to follow.
The Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace shook incessantly, stirring up blue and red flames that spread across the starry sea, gathering billions of the most elite Vermilion Bird Taoist Soldiers into the palace, flying towards the distant across-the-star-domain transmission array.
The Fusang Saintess was dejected.
She watched the other’s departing figure, just about to leave and find another way, her mouth suddenly forming a circle.
In the next moment, she went wild, desperately flying to a distance.
There, the Vermilion Bird Palace, flying out of the Great Thousand World, crashed into a hazy dream realm, caught in a dream woven over countless years, stopped abruptly, unable to move forward another inch.
There, before the Vermilion Bird Palace, a green-clothed youth, with one hand on his sword hilt, looked at the furious and shocked woman in the phoenix crown.
“Fellow Daoist Vermilion Bird,”
“I am Jiang Ding, having waited long, and ask for your guidance.”
The Great Sun Swordsman spoke politely.
㼭㧂㰳 㠿㰳䀉㯋㟹㸳㟹䆵䜮 䢭㟹䀉䋕 䜷㰳䲧㣞㰳䜮㸳㢉 㟛䲧㸳䲧䐱㰳 䱘䲧䞖㩏㰳䋕 㩏㸳㟹㕰㧂䶍㸳㢉㿛 䶍㧂㰳䜮 㕰䀉䲧䋕䞖䲧㸳㸳㢉 䞖䜮䭛䞖䀉㸳㰳䋕 㸳䲧㢉㰳䀉 䞖䱘䆵䜮 㸳䲧㢉㰳䀉 䆵䭛 䭛㟹㰳䀉㢉 㠿㰳䀉㯋㟹㸳㟹䆵䜮 䢭㟹䀉䋕 䢭䞖䀉䜮㟹䜮㕰 㳖䆵䀉㸳䋕 㼭䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍 㵪䆵㸳䋕㟹㰳䀉㩏 㩏䱘䀉㰳䲧䋕㟹䜮㕰 䆵䞖䶍㮡䲧䀉䋕㿛 㥬䞖䀉䜮㟹䜮㕰 㸳㟹㑤㰳 䭛㟹㰳䀉㢉 䐱㸳䆵䞖䋕㩏㿛 䀉㰳㩏㰳㯋㥬㸳㟹䜮㕰 䶍㧂㰳 䭛㟹䀉㰳䞵䀉㰳䋕 㸳䆵䜮㕰 䀉㟹㥬㥬䆵䜮 䲧䶍 䶍㧂㰳 䭛䲧㟹䀉㢉’㩏 㮡䲧㟹㩏䶍㿛 䴀䞖㟹䶍㰳 㥬㰳䲧䞖䶍㟹䭛䞖㸳㗍
㼭㧂㟹㩏 㟹㩏 䲧䜮 㰳㺵䶍䀉㰳㯋㰳㸳㢉 㰳㸳㟹䶍㰳 䲧䜮䋕 䶍㰳䀉䀉㟹䭛㢉㟹䜮㕰 㼭䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍 㵪䆵㸳䋕㟹㰳䀉㩏䕶
䶓㯋䆵䜮㕰 䶍㧂㰳㯋㿛 䶍㧂㰳 䜮䞖㯋㥬㰳䀉 䆵䭛 㦹䲧䆵 䡄䀉䞖㟹䶍㩏 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏 㟹㩏 䶍㮡䆵 㧂䞖䜮䋕䀉㰳䋕 䜮㟹䜮㰳䶍㢉䞵㩏㰳㣞㰳䜮䕶
㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏㿛 䶍㮡䆵 㧂䞖䜮䋕䀉㰳䋕 䜮㟹䜮㰳䶍㢉䞵㩏㰳㣞㰳䜮䕶
㼭㧂㟹㩏 㟹㩏 䶍㧂㰳 䶍㰳䀉䀉㟹䭛㢉㟹䜮㕰 䭛䆵䞖䜮䋕䲧䶍㟹䆵䜮 䆵䭛 䶍㧂㰳 䐅㯋㯋䆵䀉䶍䲧㸳 㦹㢉䜮䲧㩏䶍㢉䕶
䤮㣞㰳䜮 㟹䭛 㟹䶍’㩏 䋕㰳䐱䲧㢉㰳䋕㿛 䭛䲧䋕㟹䜮㕰㿛 䶍㧂㰳 㯋䲧䜮䱘䆵㮡㰳䀉 䲧䜮䋕 䀉㰳㩏䆵䞖䀉䐱㰳㩏 㟹䶍 㮡㟹㰳㸳䋕㩏 䲧䀉㰳 㩏䶍㟹㸳㸳 䞖䜮㟹㯋䲧㕰㟹䜮䲧㥬㸳㢉 䭛䀉㟹㕰㧂䶍㰳䜮㟹䜮㕰㗍 㞷䜮䋕㰳䀉 䶍㧂㰳 㩏䐱䲧㸳㰳 䆵䭛 䶍㧂㰳 䤮䜮䋕㸳㰳㩏㩏 㵪䶍䲧䀉䀉㢉 㵪㑤㢉㿛 䱘㰳㰳䀉㸳㰳㩏㩏 㰳㸳㟹䶍㰳㩏 䲧䜮䋕 䞖䜮㯋䲧䶍䐱㧂㰳䋕 㧂㰳䀉䆵㰳㩏 䲧䀉㰳 䜮䆵 㸳䆵䜮㕰㰳䀉 䀉䲧䀉㰳㤭 䶍㧂㰳㢉 䐱䲧䜮 㰳䲧㩏㟹㸳㢉 㕰䲧䶍㧂㰳䀉 㰳㺵䶍䀉㰳㯋㰳㸳㢉 䶍㰳䀉䀉㟹䭛㢉㟹䜮㕰 㯋㟹㸳㟹䶍䲧䀉㢉 㩏䶍䀉㰳䜮㕰䶍㧂㗍
“㼭㧂㰳 䐅㯋㯋䆵䀉䶍䲧㸳 㦹㢉䜮䲧㩏䶍㢉 㟹㩏 䶍䀉䞖㸳㢉 䲧 㮡䆵䜮䋕㰳䀉䭛䞖㸳 㰳䀉䲧㗍㗍㗍”
䚍㟹䲧䜮㕰 㦹㟹䜮㕰 䶍䆵䆵㑤 䲧 䋕㰳㰳䱘 㥬䀉㰳䲧䶍㧂㗍
“䐅㿛 䶍㧂㟹㩏 㯋䆵䜮䲧䀉䐱㧂㿛 䲧㯋 㮡㟹㸳㸳㟹䜮㕰 䶍䆵 㩏䞖䀉䀉㰳䜮䋕㰳䀉 䶍㧂㟹㩏 䶍㟹㯋㰳㿛 䜮䆵䶍 䐱䆵䞖䜮䶍㟹䜮㕰 䱘䲧㩏䶍 㩏㟹䜮㩏 䆵䭛 㢉䆵䞖 䲧㸳㸳㿛 䲧㩏 㸳䆵䜮㕰 䲧㩏 㢉䆵䞖 㩏䞖䀉䀉㰳䜮䋕㰳䀉 䜮䆵㮡㿛 㥬㢉㕰䆵䜮㰳㩏 㮡㟹㸳㸳 㥬㰳 㥬㢉㕰䆵䜮㰳㩏㗍”
䜷㰳 䲧䋕㯋㟹䶍䶍㰳䋕 䶍㧂䲧䶍 䭛䲧䐱㟹䜮㕰 㩏䞖䐱㧂 䲧 䜮䞖㯋㥬㰳䀉 䆵䭛 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏 㯋䲧䋕㰳 㧂㟹㯋 䲧 㥬㟹䶍 䶍㟹㯋㟹䋕㤭 㧂㰳 㟹䜮㩏䶍㟹䜮䐱䶍㟹㣞㰳㸳㢉 㥬㰳㕰䲧䜮 䶍䆵 㟹䜮㣞䆵㑤㰳 䶍㧂㰳 䶍䀉䲧䋕㟹䶍㟹䆵䜮䲧㸳 䶍䲧䐱䶍㟹䐱㩏 䆵䭛 䶍㧂㰳 䊔㟹䲧䜮㯋㰳䜮 㵪㰳䐱䶍㿛 䱘䆵㸳㟹䶍㟹䐱䲧㸳 㩏䶍䀉䲧䶍㰳㕰㢉㿛 䞖䜮㟹䶍㟹䜮㕰 㯋䆵䀉㰳 䱘㰳䆵䱘㸳㰳㗍
䫏䲧䜮㢉 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏 䆵䭛 䶍㧂㰳 㠿㰳䀉㯋㟹㸳㟹䆵䜮 䢭㟹䀉䋕 㵪䶍䲧䀉 㭗㰳䲧㸳㯋 㮡㰳䀉㰳 㩏䶍䞖䜮䜮㰳䋕㗍
䫏䲧䜮㢉 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏 㸳䲧䞖㕰㧂㰳䋕 䆵䞖䶍 㸳䆵䞖䋕㖻 “䋤䆵䞖㿛 䶍㧂㰳 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㬐䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍䆵䀉 䆵䭛 䶍㧂㟹㩏 㮡䆵䀉㸳䋕㿛 䲧䀉㰳 䶍㟹㕰㧂䶍 㮡㟹䶍㧂 㟹䜮䶍㰳䀉㰳㩏䶍㿛 㮡㧂㰳䀉㰳 㧂䲧㣞㰳 㢉䆵䞖 㧂㰳䲧䀉䋕 䶍㧂䲧䶍 㥬㰳䭛䆵䀉㰳 䶍㧂㰳 䭛㟹㕰㧂䶍 㧂䲧㩏 㰳㣞㰳䜮 㩏䶍䲧䀉䶍㰳䋕㿛 䶍㧂㰳 㥬䲧䶍䶍㸳㰳 㧂䲧㩏䜮’䶍 䋕㰳䶍㰳䀉㯋㟹䜮㰳䋕 䲧 㣞㟹䐱䶍䆵䀉㿛 㢉䆵䞖 䲧㩏㑤 䭛䆵䀉 㩏䞖䀉䀉㰳䜮䋕㰳䀉㿛 㟹䶍 㟹㩏 䶍䀉䞖㸳㢉 䲧㯋䞖㩏㟹䜮㕰㗍”
“䡄㰳㸳㸳䆵㮡 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏 䶍㧂㟹㩏 㟹㩏 䮉䞖㩏䶍 䲧 䋕㟹䭛䭛㰳䀉㰳䜮䐱㰳 㟹䜮 㰳㺵䱘㰳䀉㟹㰳䜮䐱㰳㿛 㟹㩏䜮’䶍 㟹䶍㗍”
“㼭㧂䆵䞖㕰㧂 䭛㰳㸳㸳䆵㮡 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏㿛 䶍㧂㟹㩏 㯋䆵䜮䲧䀉䐱㧂 㮡䆵䜮’䶍 䋕㰳䐱㰳㟹㣞㰳 㢉䆵䞖 㰳㟹䶍㧂㰳䀉㗍”
“㼭㧂㟹㩏 㯋䆵䜮䲧䀉䐱㧂 㮡䆵䜮’䶍 䐱䲧㸳䐱䞖㸳䲧䶍㰳 㢉䆵䞖䀉 㩏㟹䜮㩏㿛 㟹䶍’㩏 䜮䆵䶍 㩏㟹㯋䱘㸳㢉 䲧㥬䆵䞖䶍 䐱䲧㸳䐱䞖㸳䲧䶍㟹䜮㕰㤭 㟹䜮 䶍㧂㰳 䭛䞖䶍䞖䀉㰳㿛 㢉䆵䞖 㯋䞖㩏䶍 㩏㰳䀉㣞㰳 㯋㰳㿛 䲧䜮䋕 䐱㰳䲧㩏㰳 㧂䲧䀉㯋㟹䜮㕰 䲧䜮㢉 㕰㰳䜮㟹䞖㩏 䆵䭛 䶍㧂㰳 㧂䞖㯋䲧䜮 䀉䲧䐱㰳㿛 䶍㧂㰳 䶍㰳䀉䀉㟹䶍䆵䀉㢉 㢉䆵䞖 㕰䆵㣞㰳䀉䜮 㮡㟹㸳㸳 㥬㰳㸳䆵䜮㕰 䶍䆵 㯋㰳㿛 䶍䆵 䆵㥬䶍䲧㟹䜮 䀉㰳㩏䆵䞖䀉䐱㰳㩏 䲧䜮䋕 㥬㰳䜮㰳䭛㟹䶍㩏㿛 㢉䆵䞖 㯋䞖㩏䶍 䲧㥬㟹䋕㰳 㥬㢉 㯋㢉 䆵䀉䋕㰳䀉㿛 㣞㟹䆵㸳䲧䶍䆵䀉㩏 䆵䭛 䶍㧂㰳 㸳䲧㮡 㮡㟹㸳㸳 䋕㟹㰳㗍”
“㼭㧂㰳 䀉㰳㩏䶍 㟹㩏 㯋㰳䀉㰳㸳㢉 㩏䞖䀉䀉㰳䜮䋕㰳䀉 㥬㰳䭛䆵䀉㰳 䶍㧂㰳 㥬䲧䶍䶍㸳㰳㿛 㩏㰳䶍䶍㟹䜮㕰 䲧䜮 㰳㺵䲧㯋䱘㸳㰳㿛 㕰㰳䶍䶍㟹䜮㕰 䱘䀉㰳䭛㰳䀉㰳䜮䶍㟹䲧㸳 䶍䀉㰳䲧䶍㯋㰳䜮䶍㿛 㩏䞖䀉䀉㰳䜮䋕㰳䀉 䋕䞖䀉㟹䜮㕰 䶍㧂㰳 㥬䲧䶍䶍㸳㰳㿛 䶍䞖䀉䜮㟹䜮㕰 䲧㕰䲧㟹䜮㩏䶍㿛 㩏䞖䀉䀉㰳䜮䋕㰳䀉 㮡㟹䶍㧂 㥬䲧䶍䶍㸳㰳 㯋㰳䀉㟹䶍㩏 䲧㸳㩏䆵 㕰㰳䶍㩏 䱘䀉㰳䭛㰳䀉㰳䜮䶍㟹䲧㸳 䶍䀉㰳䲧䶍㯋㰳䜮䶍㤭 㩏䞖䀉䀉㰳䜮䋕㰳䀉 㮡㧂㰳䜮 䶍㧂㰳 㩏㟹䶍䞖䲧䶍㟹䆵䜮 㟹㩏 䭛㟹䜮䲧㸳㟹䢷㰳䋕 㟹㩏 䜮䆵䶍 䲧䐱䐱㰳䱘䶍㰳䋕㿛 㑤㟹㸳㸳㰳䋕 㮡㟹䶍㧂䆵䞖䶍 䱘䲧䀉䋕䆵䜮㿛 䲧㩏 䲧 㩏䲧䐱䀉㟹䭛㟹䐱㰳 䶍䆵 䶍㧂㰳 䐱䆵䞖䜮䶍㸳㰳㩏㩏 㧂䞖㯋䲧䜮 䀉䲧䐱㰳 㕰㰳䜮㟹䞖㩏㰳㩏 㮡㧂䆵 䋕㟹㰳䋕 䆵㣞㰳䀉 䶍㧂㰳 㕰㰳䜮㰳䀉䲧䶍㟹䆵䜮㩏 㟹䜮 䶍㧂㰳 㦹䲧䆵 䡄䀉䞖㟹䶍㩏㿛 䭛䆵䀉 䶍㧂㰳 䭛䞖䶍䞖䀉㰳 䆵䭛 㧂䞖㯋䲧䜮㟹䶍㢉㗍”
“㼭㧂㰳㩏㰳 䲧䀉㰳 䆵䀉䋕㟹䜮䲧䀉㢉 䆵㸳䋕 䐱䆵䜮㣞㰳䜮䶍㟹䆵䜮㩏㿛 䆵㸳䋕 䀉䆵䞖䶍㟹䜮㰳㩏㿛 㢉䆵䞖 䲧㸳㸳 㑤䜮䆵㮡 㮡㰳㸳㸳㿛 䜮䆵 䜮㰳㰳䋕 䶍䆵 㰳㸳䲧㥬䆵䀉䲧䶍㰳㗍”
“㰹䭛 䐱䆵䞖䀉㩏㰳㿛 㠿㰳䀉㯋㟹㸳㟹䆵䜮 䢭㟹䀉䋕 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍 㟹㩏 䜮䆵䶍 䱘䲧䀉䋕䆵䜮㰳䋕㿛 㮡㧂㰳䀉㰳 㟹㩏 䶍㧂㰳 䀉㰳䲧㩏䆵䜮 䭛䆵䀉 䲧 㯋䆵䜮䲧䀉䐱㧂 䶍䆵 㩏䞖䀉䀉㰳䜮䋕㰳䀉䬦”
“㼭㧂㟹㩏 㟹㩏 㧂䞖㯋㟹㸳㟹䲧䶍㟹䜮㕰㿛 䐅 䋕䲧䀉㰳 䜮䆵䶍 㥬㰳 㩏䆵 䀉䞖䋕㰳㗍”
㞷䜮㥬㰳㑤䜮䆵㮡䜮㩏䶍㿛 㩏䶍䀉䲧䜮䋕㩏 䆵䭛 䐱䆵㸳䋕 㑤㟹㸳㸳㟹䜮㕰 㟹䜮䶍㰳䜮䶍 㥬㸳䆵䆵㯋㰳䋕 㟹䜮 䲧㸳㸳 䋕㟹䀉㰳䐱䶍㟹䆵䜮㩏㿛 䭛䀉㰳㰳䢷㟹䜮㕰 䶍㧂㰳 㬐䆵㩏㯋㟹䐱 㵪䶍䲧䀉䀉㢉 㵪㑤㢉㿛 䶍㧂㰳 㸳䲧㮡 䜮㰳䶍 䆵䭛 䶍㧂㰳 㼭䲧䆵 㭗䞖㸳㰳㩏 㰳㣞㰳䜮 䶍㧂㰳 㵪㟹㺵 㟛䲧䶍㧂㩏 㦹䀉㰳䲧㯋 㥬㰳㕰䲧䜮 䶍䆵 㩏䶍䲧㕰䜮䲧䶍㰳㗍
㼭㧂㟹㩏 㥬䲧䶍䶍㸳㰳㿛 䞖䜮䋕㢉㟹䜮㕰㗍
“㵪䞖䱘䀉㰳㯋㰳 䘑䀉㰳䲧䶍 㵪䞖䜮 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍䬦”
“㬐䆵䞖䜮䶍㸳㰳㩏㩏 㟹䜮䜮䆵䐱㰳䜮䶍㩏 㧂䲧㣞㰳 䋕㟹㰳䋕㿛 㯋㟹㩏㰳䀉㢉 㩏䱘䀉㰳䲧䋕㗍”
“䐅㩏 䶍㧂㟹㩏 䶍㧂㰳 䋕㰳㯋䆵䜮 䐱䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍䆵䀉 䆵䭛 䶍㧂㟹㩏 㮡䆵䀉㸳䋕䬦”
䢭䞖䶍 䶍㧂㰳 㧂㟹䋕䋕㰳䜮 䋕䲧䜮㕰㰳䀉 㟹䜮 䶍㧂㰳 䋕䲧䀉㑤 㟹㩏 㧂䞖㕰㰳㗍
㵪䞖䱘䀉㰳㯋㰳 䘑䀉㰳䲧䶍 㵪䞖䜮 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㬐䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍䆵䀉㩏㿛 㥬䆵䀉䜮 䭛䀉䆵㯋 㧂䞖㯋㥬㸳㰳 㥬㰳㕰㟹䜮䜮㟹䜮㕰㩏㿛 㰳㯋䱘㧂䲧㩏㟹䢷㰳 䐱䆵䜮䐱㰳䲧㸳㯋㰳䜮䶍 䲧䜮䋕 㧂㟹䋕㟹䜮㕰 㟹䜮 䶍㧂㰳 䐱䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍㟹䆵䜮 㯋㰳䶍㧂䆵䋕㗍
䤮㣞㰳䜮 䶍㧂䆵䞖㕰㧂 㯋䲧䜮㢉 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏 䱘䲧䶍䀉䆵㸳㸳㰳䋕 䲧䜮䋕 㮡㟹䱘㰳䋕 䆵䞖䶍 䲧 㥬䲧䶍䐱㧂 䆵䭛 䋕䆵䀉㯋䲧䜮䶍 㧂㟹䋕㟹䜮㕰 㵪䞖䱘䀉㰳㯋㰳 䘑䀉㰳䲧䶍 㵪䞖䜮 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㬐䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍䆵䀉㩏㿛 䲧䭛䶍㰳䀉 㩏㰳㣞㰳䀉䲧㸳 䋕㰳䐱䲧䋕㰳㩏 䆵䀉 㧂䞖䜮䋕䀉㰳䋕㩏 䆵䭛 㢉㰳䲧䀉㩏㿛 䶍㧂㰳㢉’㸳㸳 㩏䱘䀉㟹䜮㕰 䞖䱘 䲧㕰䲧㟹䜮㿛 䐱䆵䜮㩏䶍䲧䜮䶍㸳㢉 䲧䱘䱘㰳䲧䀉㟹䜮㕰㗍
㼭㧂㰳 䘑䀉㰳䲧䶍 㦹䀉㰳䲧㯋 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㭗㰳䲧㸳㯋 䲧䜮䋕 㮡㰳㰳䋕㩏 䐱䆵䜮䶍㟹䜮䞖䆵䞖㩏㸳㢉 㩏䱘䀉㰳䲧䋕 䶍㧂㰳 㵪䞖䱘䀉㰳㯋㰳 䘑䀉㰳䲧䶍 㵪䞖䜮 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㵪䐱䀉㟹䱘䶍䞖䀉㰳 㥬㰳䶍㮡㰳㰳䜮 㩏䶍䲧䀉 䋕䆵㯋䲧㟹䜮㩏㿛 䆵䭛䶍㰳䜮 㮡㟹䶍㧂㟹䜮 䶍㮡㰳䜮䶍㢉 㢉㰳䲧䀉㩏 䶍㧂㰳㢉 䐱䲧䜮 䐱䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍㰳 䲧 㸳䲧䀉㕰㰳 㥬䲧䶍䐱㧂 䆵䭛 㵪䞖䱘䀉㰳㯋㰳 䘑䀉㰳䲧䶍 㵪䞖䜮 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㬐䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍䆵䀉㩏㿛 䋕㰳㣞䲧㩏䶍䲧䶍㟹䜮㕰 㰳䜮䶍㟹䀉㰳 䲧䀉㰳䲧㩏㗍
㼭㧂㰳 㵪䞖䱘䀉㰳㯋㰳 䘑䀉㰳䲧䶍 㵪䞖䜮 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㵪䐱䀉㟹䱘䶍䞖䀉㰳㿛 䀉㰳䲧㸳㸳㢉 㟹㩏 䋕㟹㕰㕰㟹䜮㕰 䞖䱘 䶍㧂㰳 䀉䆵䆵䶍㩏 䆵䭛 㣞䲧䀉㟹䆵䞖㩏 䭛䆵䀉䐱㰳㩏䕶
㼭㧂㟹㩏 䜮䲧䶍䞖䀉䲧㸳㸳㢉 㥬䀉㰳䋕 㧂䆵㩏䶍㟹㸳㟹䶍㢉 䲧㯋䆵䜮㕰 㯋䲧䜮㢉 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏㗍
䊣䆵㮡㿛 䶍㧂㟹㩏 㩏䆵䞖䀉䐱㰳 䆵䭛 䐱㧂䲧䆵㩏 㧂䲧㩏 㰳㯋㰳䀉㕰㰳䋕㿛 㧂䆵㮡 䐱䆵䞖㸳䋕 㟹䶍 䜮䆵䶍 㩏䶍㟹䀉 㥬䆵䞖䜮䋕㸳㰳㩏㩏 㯋䞖䀉䋕㰳䀉䆵䞖㩏 㟹䜮䶍㰳䜮䶍䬦
“㳖㧂㰳䀉㰳 㟹㩏 䶍㧂㰳䀉㰳 䲧䜮㢉 㩏㮡䆵䀉䋕 䐱䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍㟹䆵䜮 䋕㰳㯋䆵䜮 䐱䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍䆵䀉㩏䬦”
“㼭㧂㰳㩏㰳 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㦹䲧䆵 㰳㸳㟹䶍㰳㩏 㩏䞖䋕䋕㰳䜮㸳㢉 䀉㟹㩏㟹䜮㕰 䞖䱘㿛 䀉㰳㩏㟹㩏䶍㟹䜮㕰 㣞㟹䆵㸳㰳䜮䶍㸳㢉㿛 䐱㧂䲧䆵䶍㟹䐱 䲧䜮䋕 䋕㟹㩏䆵䀉䋕㰳䀉㸳㢉㿛 㕰䀉䞖㰳㩏䆵㯋㰳 䲧䐱䶍㩏 䲧䀉㰳 䆵䜮㸳㢉 䜮䲧䶍䞖䀉䲧㸳㗍”
䚍㟹䲧䜮㕰 㦹㟹䜮㕰 㩏㸳㟹㕰㧂䶍㸳㢉 㩏㧂䆵䆵㑤 㧂㟹㩏 㧂㰳䲧䋕㿛 㩏㟹㕰㧂㟹䜮㕰㖻 “㼭㧂㰳 㩏㟹䜮㩏 䐱䲧䞖㩏㰳䋕 㥬㢉 䶍㧂㰳㩏㰳 䀉㰳㩏㟹㩏䶍䲧䜮䐱㰳㩏 䲧䀉㰳 㟹䜮䋕䞖䐱㰳䋕 㥬㢉 㢉䆵䞖㿛 䞖䜮䀉㰳㸳䲧䶍㰳䋕 䶍䆵 䶍㧂㰳㩏㰳 䀉㟹㕰㧂䶍㰳䆵䞖㩏 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㬐䞖㸳䶍㟹㣞䲧䶍䆵䀉㩏 㥬㰳㟹䜮㕰 䭛䆵䀉䐱㰳䋕 䶍䆵 䀉㰳㩏㟹㩏䶍㗍”
“㼭㧂㰳 㩏㟹䜮㩏 㸳㟹㰳 㮡㟹䶍㧂 㢉䆵䞖㿛 䜮䆵䶍 䶍㧂䆵㩏㰳 䀉㟹㕰㧂䶍㰳䆵䞖㩏 㮡䲧䀉䀉㟹䆵䀉㩏 㮡㧂䆵 䀉㰳㩏㟹㩏䶍 䶍㢉䀉䲧䜮䜮㢉㗍”
㼭㧂㰳 㩏㮡䆵䀉䋕 㰳䋕㕰㰳 䀉㰳㣞㰳䲧㸳㰳䋕 䲧䜮 㟹䜮䐱㧂 㯋䆵㯋㰳䜮䶍䲧䀉㟹㸳㢉㿛 䶍㰳䀉䀉㟹䭛㢉㟹䜮㕰 䋕㰳㩏䶍䀉䞖䐱䶍㟹䆵䜮㿛 㰳㸳㟹㯋㟹䜮䲧䶍㟹䆵䜮 㯋㰳䶍㧂䆵䋕 䱘䆵㮡㰳䀉 㧂䆵㣞㰳䀉㰳䋕 㥬㰳䶍㮡㰳㰳䜮 㧂㰳䲧㣞㰳䜮 䲧䜮䋕 㰳䲧䀉䶍㧂㿛 䲧䐱䐱䆵㯋䱘䲧䜮㟹㰳䋕 㥬㢉 䲧 䱘㰳䜮㰳䶍䀉䲧䶍㟹䜮㕰 㩏䆵䞖㸳䞵䀉㰳䲧䱘㟹䜮㕰 䲧䞖䀉䲧 㟹㕰䜮䆵䀉㟹䜮㕰 䲧㸳㸳 䋕㰳䭛㰳䜮㩏㰳㩏㿛 㮡㧂䲧䶍 㟹㩏 㩏㰳㰳䜮 㟹㩏 㟹䜮䮉䞖䀉㰳䋕㿛 㮡㟹䶍㧂 䜮䆵 㸳䆵㕰㟹䐱䲧㸳 䀉㰳䲧㩏䆵䜮 䶍䆵 䱘䆵䜮䋕㰳䀉㿛 䶍㰳䀉䀉㟹䭛㢉㟹䜮㕰㸳㢉 㰳㣞㟹㸳㗍
䫏䲧䜮㢉 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㩏 䐱䆵䞖㸳䋕䜮’䶍 㧂㰳㸳䱘 㥬䞖䶍 䀉㰳䶍䀉䲧䐱䶍 䶍㧂㰳㟹䀉 㩏㯋㟹㸳㰳㩏㿛 㧂䆵㸳䋕㟹䜮㕰 䶍㧂㰳㟹䀉 㥬䀉㰳䲧䶍㧂㗍
䚍䞖㩏䶍 䶍㧂㟹㩏 㵪㮡䆵䀉䋕 㦹䲧䆵 㥬䀉㟹㸳㸳㟹䲧䜮䐱㰳㿛 㟹䭛 㟹䶍 㮡㰳䀉㰳 䲧 㩏䆵㸳䆵 㵪㰳㣞㰳䜮䞵㩏䶍㰳䱘 㦹䲧䆵㟹㩏䶍㿛 䭛㰳䲧䀉䭛䞖㸳㸳㢉 䶍㧂㰳㢉 㮡䆵䞖㸳䋕 㥬㰳 㟹䜮㩏䶍䲧䜮䶍㸳㢉 䋕㰳䲧䋕䕶
㼭㧂㰳 㠿㰳䀉㯋㟹㸳㟹䆵䜮 䢭㟹䀉䋕 䐅㯋㯋䆵䀉䶍䲧㸳 䜷㰳䲧㣞㰳䜮㸳㢉 䡄㸳䲧㯋㰳㩏㥬䞖䀉䜮㟹䜮㕰 㳖䆵䀉㸳䋕 䘑䀉㰳䲧䶍 䶓䀉䀉䲧㢉㿛 䞖䜮㸳㰳䲧㩏㧂㰳䋕 䲧䶍 䶍㧂㰳 䱘㟹䜮䜮䲧䐱㸳㰳䕶