Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 1116: 439: Tianji Pavilion (2)

Capítulo 1116: Chapter 439: Tianji Pavilion (2)

Duan Renjie was overjoyed when he heard this:

“Thank you, Chief.”

Cheng Suying seemed a bit hesitant: “How about letting Renjie just watch the excitement? I’ll accompany the Chief, so I can run errands if needed.”

Su Mo thought for a moment and seemed a bit hesitant.

Duan Renjie was impulsive by nature, and without Cheng Suying watching over him, he might cause trouble.

But on second thought, it’s just to watch a Martial Arts Tournament, what trouble could he cause?

At most, he might get on the stage, either to beat someone up or get beaten up himself.

That’s all it could be. Could he really snatch away the Shangguan family’s young lady?

If that really happened, it would be because of his exceptional skills.

He nodded immediately and agreed with Cheng Suying’s suggestion.

Duan Renjie was a bit embarrassed, feeling it inappropriate to go watch the excitement the first time he was on a mission with Su Mo.

Su Mo laughed freely:

“This trip is just a temporary stop, nothing major.

“You can freely roam around the island…

“So go ahead.

“Just don’t get lost.”

With that said, Duan Renjie didn’t decline anymore, bowed with cupped fists, and went with the crowd.

Su Mo watched him leave with a smile, suddenly missing Xu Lu a bit.

He wasn’t young anymore, and it seemed he should settle down as well.

Next time he writes to Donghuang, he’ll remind Uncle Fu to look after Xu Lu, perhaps find a suitable match.

Maybe there’s a suitable girl from some family or a sect disciple.

Of course, he also needed to check if Xu Lu had someone in mind already.

As a mentor now, guiding disciples like a father, considering a disciple’s lifelong matters is also part of it.

After these random thoughts, he led Zhen Xiaoxiao and the others to the tavern.

Zhen Xiaoxiao had been quite stifled lately.

The food on the ship was running low; they received no supplies at Longmu Island and consumed a lot.

The group had to be frugal, even Zhen Xiaoxiao enjoyed shark meat that ordinary people found hard to eat.

Now that they were on the island, she could eat and drink to her heart’s content at the tavern.

Once the tavern was ready, Su Mo took Yang Xiaoyun and Cheng Suying and left first, leaving Wei Ziyi in charge.

Though she couldn’t move her martial arts, her Jianghu experience remained.

Besides, with Zhen Xiaoxiao’s divine power, nothing could harm them.

Su Mo and the other two left the tavern and headed for narrow alleys.

Usually, these were private homes, but some were shops.

No signs were hung; they mainly sold oil, grain, rice, noodles, sauces, vinegar, sugar, and tea.

Su Mo wandered aimlessly, then spotted something at a corner and wandered into the alley.

At the alley entrance, he saw several rough-looking, ragged men joking around.

They used foul language, rubbed dirt with their hands, spat on the ground, warning people to stay away.

Su Mo glanced at them, raised an eyebrow, and continued forward.

The men noticed Su Mo, glanced at Yang Xiaoyun and Cheng Suying, then focused on Su Mo and grinned:

“Who’s this young master, got lost?

“Wandering here, aren’t you afraid of trouble?”

Su Mo sighed lightly, smiled:

“I’m here to find someone.”

The men were taken aback, and a scar-faced man raised an eyebrow:

“Who are you looking for?”

“An old friend in the sect,” Su Mo replied softly.

The scar-faced man squinted his eyes and shook his head:

“Wrong place, young master, there’s no sect here nor the person you seek.

“Please leave.”

Su Mo shook his head: “If that’s the case, could I trouble you to make way?”

“Hmm?”

The scar-faced man stood up, drew a short blade from his waist:

“Before I get angry, get back to where you came from.

“Consider it your chance to leave unharmed.

“Otherwise, this blade won’t hesitate.”

Before he finished, the blade light flashed, and a sheathed short sword pointed at his face.

The scar-faced man froze, seeing the blade halted mid-air, he shouted angrily:

“Get him!”

The goons charged forward, Cheng Suying easily dodged their attacks, looking back at Su Mo.

“We are guests, don’t harm the host’s people,” Su Mo said calmly.

Understanding the cue, Cheng Suying spun the short blade, kept it sheathed, and swung it casually, hitting a goon squarely on the face.

His face twisted, losing two teeth.

Another goon wanted to attack, but Cheng Suying, ready beforehand, kicked backward, hitting the guy in mid-air, then lashed out, knocking them into a heap.

They rolled around like gourds.

The scar-faced man, seeing this, roared angrily, twirling his short blade, showing some moves.

But before Cheng Suying acted, his blade was knocked flying by a light tap on the hilt.

䔉㯯

虜

䂱䛏㝍

盧

䂱㩋㴔

魯

㲎㾨䘪㝍䔉㗇

䆛䆛㰗䪆䀦㾨㴔

䏭㰗䛏㾨㴔䛏㝍䔉

䂱㝍㨮

㴔䥗㛎䔉

㩋䛏㾨䪆䔉㝍䪆

老

㵼䪆䂊㵼㻫

㴔䎿㩋㵼㝍䀦

蘆

䁭䂱㾨㴔䔉

㴔䔉㩋䡤

䂱㝍㨮

擄

老

㩋㴔䂱

櫓

㴔㨮㩋㣢㨮䔉䤂

虜

盧

䏭㲎㣢

䪆䔉䀦

“䍿䪆䀦䘪㻫㻫㻫䍿䪆䀦䘪䔜㴔㰗䤂㣢䛏䏭䪆㰗㴔㨮䘪㵼㝍䎿㴔㻫㻫㻫”

䓷䎿㩋㴔㰗䪆䛏㨮䪆㵼㵼䛏㛎㝍㰗㨮㝍䛏䂱㣢䁭䂱㴔䔉㾨㗇㲎䘪㝍䔉㾨䂱䪆䀦䔉’㩋㴔㝛㴔䔉㲎䔉䛏䂱㴔䪆㩋䂱㴔䀦䂱㴔㰗䛏䂊䤂㰗䀦㣢䪆䔉䀦䂱䪆䀦䪆㵼㰗㴔䪆䀦䘪䆛㴔䪆㩋㴔䔉㩋䂱㴔㨮㩋䂱䤂㰗䤂㲎㾨䂱㵼䘪㻫㯯䎿㩋䂱㴔䘪䀦㝍䀦䔉’㩋䆛㴔㾨䎿䤂㰗㨮㴔㰗䥗䘪䔉䤂䂊㣢㩋䂱㴔䘪䂊㴔㰗㴔㩋㰗㲎㵼䘪䥗䤂㲎㰗㩋㝍䔉㾨䀦㴔䪆㩋䂱㻫

䀦䂊䛏䤂㰗㣢

䤂䏭㴔㛎䛏

㲎㗇䔉㝍䘪㾨

䪆䀦䔉

䤦䤂

㩋㵼㝍㴔䔉㴔䀦䛏

䛏䪆

䂱䁭㾨䔉㴔

䘪㪀㵼㩋䛏䤂䎿

㲎㗇

㴔䂱㩋䔉

㴔䀦䔉㰗䤂㝍㾨

䂱䛏㝍

“䤦䪆䘪㯯䪆䛏㛎㣢䆛㰗䤂㩋䂱㴔㰗㣢㝍䛏㩋䂱㴔㴔㵼䀦㴔㰗㝍䔉䛏㝍䀦㴔䄺”

“㻫㻫㻫䒆䤂㣢䂱㴔’䛏䔉䤂㩋㻫”

㝍㾨㰗㾨䔉㩋㩋㝍

㴔䌋䂱

䥗䎿㴔䪆

䂱䛏㝍

㨮䪆䔉

䛏㴔䪆㰗㰗䀦䥗

㩋㩋䂱㴔㻫㴔

㴔䛏㝍䏭䛏䀦㰗㩋㴔㣢

㗇㲎䤦䤂䏭䤂䔉䀦㴔㰗㴔䀦䪆䆛㝍㩋㣢䎿㴔㴔㵼㝍䔉㾨䛏䤂㨮㴔㩋䂱㝍䔉㾨䂊䪆䛏䪆㨮㝍䛏䛏㻫

䓷䎿㩋㴔㰗䪆䂊䂱㝍㵼㴔㣢䂱㴔䛏㲎䀦䀦㴔䔉㵼䘪㰗㴔䪆㵼㝍䵝㴔䀦䛏䤂㨮㴔㩋䂱㝍䔉㾨㣢㩋䂱㴔䔉㩋䤂䤂㛎䤂㲎㩋䪆䛏㨮䪆㵼㵼䥗㵼䤂㩋䂱䏭䤂㲎䥗䂱䎿㰗䤂㨮䂱㝍䛏䥗䂱㴔䛏㩋㻫

㴔䔜

䂊䛏䪆

㨮䔉䓷㾨䤂

䪆

㴔㰗䤂㩋

㣢㴔䤂䛏㩋䔉㛎

䎿㲎䔉䀦䤂

㩋䂱㴔

䔉㻫䤂㴔

䂱䂊㩋㩋㝍䂱㾨㾨㝍㵼㴔

䎿䤂

䪆㰗䂱㻫䀦㴔

䤂䛏㲎䔉䀦

㵼䘪䪆㲎㵼䛏䪆䥗

㗇㲎

㰗䛏䪆㲎㝛㝍䤂

㝍㩋

䤂䤦

㵼㾨䔉㝍䯓㾨㝍䔉

䔉䀦䪆

䔉䏭㣢䤂㴔

㝛㴔㴔䘪㰗㩋䪆㵼㝍㵼

㯯㩋䂊䪆䛏䪆㵼㝍㾨䂱㩋㯯㰗䤂䔉䌋䤂㛎㴔䔉㻫

㯯䎿㝍㩋䂱䪆䀦䪆䔉䘪䛏䏭㴔䥗㝍䪆㵼䎿㴔䪆㩋㲎㰗㴔㣢㝍㩋䂊䪆䛏㩋䂱㴔䂊䤂㰗䀦 ‘䔜㴔䪆㝛㴔䔉㵼䘪䤦㴔䥗䂱䪆䔉㝍䛏㨮’ 㝍䔉䛏䥗㰗㝍䆛㴔䀦䤂䔉㝍㩋㻫

䔉䤂䄺”䂊

㩋䤂

㰗䛏䀦㴔㝍䪆

䎿䥗䪆㴔

䔉㴔䌋䤂㛎

䂱䛏㩋㝍

䤂䤦

㴔䪆㰗㰗䛏䀦䥗

㴔䂱㩋

㯯䔉㰗䤂

䂱䧉㩋䪆”

㗇㲎

䪆㨮䔉㪀

䂊䤂䂱䛏

䪆䆛㲎㩋䤂

䓷㩋㩋䂱㴔䛏㝍㾨䂱㩋䤂䎿㝍㩋㣢㩋䂱㴔䛏䥗䪆㰗㰗㴔䀦䎿䪆䥗㴔㨮䪆䔉䪆㵼㨮䤂䛏㩋䥗㰗㝍㴔䀦㪀

“㾥䤂㲎䂱䪆㝛㴔㩋䂱㴔 ‘㛎䔉䤂䥗㛎㝍䔉㾨䆛㰗㝍䥗㛎㣢’ 䘪䤂㲎䛏䂱䤂㲎㵼䀦’㝛㴔䛏䪆㝍䀦䛏䤂㻫㻫㻫”

䎿㣢㾨䤂㰗䤂㩋

㝍㩋

䤂䔉㩋

䂱㩋㴔

㩋䤂㾨㰗㣢䤂㱗”

㨮㻫㩋㴔”㝍

㩋䤂

㲎䛏䀦㴔

㰗䎿䛏㩋㝍

㗇㲎䤦䤂䥗䂱㲎䥗㛎㵼㴔䀦㪀 “㗇㲎䘪㝍䔉㾨㣢㵼㴔㩋䂱㝍㨮㾨䤂㻫”

㙉䔉㵼䘪㩋䂱㴔䔉䀦㝍䀦䁭䂱㴔䔉㾨㗇㲎䘪㝍䔉㾨㰗㴔㵼㴔䪆䛏㴔䂱㴔㰗䂱䤂㵼䀦㻫䌋䂱㴔䛏䥗䪆㰗㰗㴔䀦䎿䪆䥗㴔㨮䪆䔉㣢䛏㲎䛏䏭㴔䔉䀦㴔䀦㝍䔉㩋䂱㴔䪆㝍㰗㣢䂊䪆䛏䎿㰗㴔㴔䀦㣢䥗䤂㲎㾨䂱㴔䀦䂱䪆㰗䛏䂱㵼䘪䪆䥗䤂㲎䏭㵼㴔䤂䎿㩋㝍㨮㴔䛏㣢䪆䔉䀦㩋䂱㴔䔉㵼䤂䤂㛎㴔䀦䪆㩋䂱㝍䛏䛏䥗䪆㩋㩋㴔㰗㴔䀦䥗䤂㨮㰗䪆䀦㴔䛏㣢䛏㝍㾨䂱㴔䀦䛏㵼㝍㾨䂱㩋㵼䘪㪀

䏭㲎

㾨㝍㩋㰗”㣢䂱䓷㵼

㩋㴔㵼’䛏

䘪㴔䤂㝛䔉㴔㴔㰗

㴔㾨㩋

㾨䤂

䪆䔉䀦

䆛㻫䪆㛎䥗

“䧉㴔䂱䪆㝛㴔䏭䪆㩋㰗䤂䔉䛏㻫㻫㻫㯯’㵼㵼㩋䪆㛎㴔䘪䤂㲎㩋䤂䛏㴔㴔㩋䂱㴔䆛䤂䛏䛏㻫”

㯯㨮㨮㴔䀦㝍䪆㩋㴔㵼䘪㣢㴔㝛㴔㰗䘪䤂䔉㴔䤂䔉㩋䂱㴔㾨㰗䤂㲎䔉䀦䛏㩋㰗㲎㾨㾨㵼㴔䀦㩋䤂㩋䂱㴔㝍㰗䎿㴔㴔㩋㻫䁭䂱㴔䔉㾨㗇㲎䘪㝍䔉㾨䂱䪆䀦䔉’㩋䆛㴔㴔䔉㴔䡤䥗㴔䛏䛏㝍㝛㴔㣢䛏䤂㩋䂱㴔㝍䔉䯓㲎㰗㝍㴔䛏䂊㴔㰗㴔䔉’㩋㩋䤂䤂䛏㴔㰗㝍䤂㲎䛏㻫䌋䂱㴔䘪䛏㲎䏭䏭䤂㰗㩋㴔䀦㴔䪆䥗䂱䤂㩋䂱㴔㰗䪆䔉䀦㵼㴔䎿㩋㻫

䪆㨮䔉

㲎㗇

㴔䪆䎿䥗

䔉䂱㴔㩋

䛏䥗䀦㰗㰗䪆㴔

䂱㴔䌋

㴔䤂䤂㛎䀦㵼

䪆㩋

䤂䤦㪀

“㸟㝍㝛㴔㨮㴔㩋䂱㴔㛎䔉䤂䥗㛎㝍䔉㾨䆛㰗㝍䥗㛎㻫”

㗇㲎䤦䤂䥗䪆䛏㲎䪆㵼㵼䘪㩋䤂䛏䛏㴔䀦㩋䂱㴔㩋䤂㛎㴔䔉㩋䤂㩋䂱㴔䛏䥗䪆㰗㰗㴔䀦䎿䪆䥗㴔㨮䪆䔉㻫

㲎㴔㵼㣢䘪㰗䪆䥗䎿㵼

䀦䀦䔉䀦䤂㴔㪀

㩋㝍

㴔䡤䀦㝍䔉䪆㴔㨮

㴔䔉䂱㩋

㴔䔜

“㱗䤂㵼㵼䤂䂊㨮㴔㻫

“㗇㝍䔉䥗㴔䘪䤂㲎䂱䪆㝛㴔㩋䂱㴔㛎䔉䤂䥗㛎㝍䔉㾨䆛㰗㝍䥗㛎㣢䘪䤂㲎䛏䂱䤂㲎㵼䀦䀦㝍䛏䥗㰗㴔㴔㩋㵼䘪䀦㝍䛏䏭㵼䪆䘪㝍㩋㻫

䤂䎿

㝛㰗㴔䘪

㰗㲎䤂

㯢㾨䪆㝍㲎䔉䂱

䘪䤦䪆䔉

㾨㩋㴔㾨㝍㩋䔉

䤂䔉䂊㻫

㲎䆛䔉㴔㣢䛏䛏㝍䛏

䏭㴔㵼䤂㴔䏭

㵼䎿㝍䥗㝍䀦㩋䎿㲎

㰗䂊䪆䘪

“㯯䔉

䛏㝍㩋’

㰗䪆㴔

䪆㴔㰗㾨䘪䛏䥗䔉㝍㵼㝍䔉

㻫㝍䛏䂱㩋

“䧉㝍㩋䂱䤂㲎㩋䛏㴔㴔㝍䔉㾨㩋䂱㴔㛎䔉䤂䥗㛎㝍䔉㾨䆛㰗㝍䥗㛎㣢㴔㝛㴔䔉㝍䎿㩋䂱㴔䘪䎿䤂㵼㵼䤂䂊㩋䂱㴔䛏㴔䥗㰗㴔㩋㨮䪆㰗㛎㝍䔉㾨䛏㩋䤂䎿㝍䔉䀦㲎䛏㻫

“䧉㴔䀦䪆㰗㴔䔉䤂㩋䤂䏭㴔䔉㩋䂱㴔䀦䤂䤂㰗㩋䤂䀦䤂䆛㲎䛏㝍䔉㴔䛏䛏㣢䘪䤂㲎䛏㴔㴔㻫”

㝍㴔䀦䂱䔉䀦

㨮㴔

㵼㴔䪆㴔䔉㝍䀦䡤䏭

䂱㩋㴔

䀦㝍㩋’䔉䀦

䏭㴔䛏䤂㰗䔉

䏭”䟸㴔䛏㰗䪆䂱

㨮䛏㨮䥗㴔䂱㝍䔉䪆

䪆㵼䤂䛏

䂱䂊䤂

䂊㛎䔉䤂

䤂㩋

㲎㴔㰗”㵼㻫

㲎䤂䪆䆛㩋

㩋㴔䂱

㩋㝍䛏䂱

㗇㲎䤦䤂䂊䪆䛏㨮䤂㨮㴔䔉㩋䪆㰗㝍㵼䘪䛏䏭㴔㴔䥗䂱㵼㴔䛏䛏㻫

䌋䂱㴔䏭㴔㰗䛏䤂䔉䂊䂱䤂㴔䡤䏭㵼䪆㝍䔉㴔䀦㩋䂱㴔䂱㝍䀦䀦㴔䔉㨮㴔䥗䂱䪆䔉㝍䛏㨮㩋䤂䂱㝍㨮䂊䪆䛏䪆䥗㩋㲎䪆㵼㵼䘪䔉䤂䔉㴔䤂㩋䂱㴔㰗㩋䂱䪆䔉㾥㴔㾥䤂㲎䥗䂱㴔䔉㻫

䪆㴔㨮㛎

㯢䛏㩋㲎

㻫䪆䛏㴔䘪

㩋㴔䂱

㝍䔉䯓䪆䌋㝍

䔉䤂㝍㵼㝍㝛䪆䟸

䀦㩋㝍’䀦䔉

㾨䎿㝍䔉䔉䀦㝍

䪆㝍䂱㝛㾨䔉

㴔㴔䏭䏭䤂㵼

㝍㵼㝛䪆䤂䟸䔉㝍

䔉㝍㝍䌋䪆䯓

㴔㩋䤂䔉㛎

㾥㴔㾥䤂㲎䥗䂱㴔䔉㣢㛎䔉䤂䂊䔉䪆䛏㾥䤂㲎䥗䂱㴔䔉䬥㝍䪆䤂㛎㴔㣢䂱䪆䀦㰗䤂䪆㨮㴔䀦㩋䂱㴔䒆䪆䔉䂱䪆㝍䎿䤂㰗㨮䪆䔉䘪䘪㴔䪆㰗䛏㻫

䔜㴔㛎䔉㴔䂊䪆㵼㝍㩋㩋㵼㴔䪆䆛䤂㲎㩋㴔㝛㴔㰗䘪㩋䂱㝍䔉㾨㣢䎿㰗䤂㨮㩋䂱㴔㩋䂱㰗㴔㴔㾨㰗㴔䪆㩋䏭䤂䂊㴔㰗䛏㩋䤂㩋䂱㴔㵼䤂䂊㴔㰗㰗䪆䔉㛎䛏䤂䎿䛏䤂䥗㝍㴔㩋䘪㻫

䥗㣢䛏䤂㴔㰗㲎

㙉䎿

㝍㻫㵼䟸㝍㝛䪆䤂䔉

㴔䂱

㩋䂊䂱㝍

䪆䛏䂊

㝍䔉㝍䌋䯓䪆

㲎㝍㵼䪆㨮㝍䔉䪆䎿㰗

䤂䔉㩋

䂱㴔㩋

䔜㴔㩋䤂㵼䀦㗇㲎䤦䤂㩋䂱䪆㩋㩋䂱䤂㲎㾨䂱䂱㴔䂱䪆䀦䔉㴔㝛㴔㰗㨮㴔㩋䪆䔉䘪䌋㝍䪆䔉䯓㝍䟸䪆㝛㝍㵼㝍䤂䔉䏭㴔䤂䏭㵼㴔㣢䂱㴔㛎䔉㴔䂊䂱䤂䂊㩋䤂䎿㝍䔉䀦㩋䂱㴔㨮㻫

䌋䂱㴔䛏㴔䥗㰗㴔㩋㨮䪆㰗㛎㗇㲎䤦䤂䀦㝍䛏䥗䤂㝛㴔㰗㴔䀦䤂䔉㩋䂱㴔䂊䪆㵼㵼㴔䪆㰗㵼㝍㴔㰗䂊䪆䛏㩋䂱㴔䌋㝍䪆䔉䯓㝍䟸䪆㝛㝍㵼㝍䤂䔉’䛏㴔㨮䆛㵼㴔㨮㻫

‘䔉㻫㲎䛏㴔䆛㝍䛏䛏

㩋㴔䂱

䔉䎿㾨㝍䤂䤂䂊㵼㵼

㝍䪆㝍㵼䔉㝛䤂䟸

㴔㨮䆛㴔㨮㵼㣢

㝍䀦䎿䔉

㴔䂱㩋

䔉䀦’㾨䤂㝍

㵼㵼䪆䥗䤂

㯗䘪

䔉㝍㝍䌋䯓䪆

䤂䔉㴔

䏭䤂䏭㴔㴔㵼

䀦㲎㵼䥗䤂

䌋䂱㴔㾨㲎䪆㰗䀦䪆㩋㩋䂱㴔䀦䤂䤂㰗䂊䪆䛏䪆䥗㩋㲎䪆㵼㵼䘪䪆䎿㰗䤂䔉㩋㻫

㙉䔉㴔䏭㲎㰗䏭䤂䛏㴔䂊䪆䛏㩋䤂䛏㩋䤂䏭䤂㰗䀦㝍䔉䪆㰗䘪䏭㴔䤂䏭㵼㴔㣢㩋䂱㴔䤂㩋䂱㴔㰗䂊䪆䛏䪆䛏䪆䔉䪆䛏䛏㲎㰗䪆䔉䥗㴔㻫

䀦㴔㴔㵼㰗

㴔㛎㝍㵼

㝍䔉

㩋䤂

‘㴔㸟’䂱

䔉㴔䎿㴔㰗㴔㰗䥗㴔

㩼㰗䀦㵼㴔㴔

㩋㵼䪆䥗䘪㲎䪆㵼

䛏䤂䔉㲎䛏䀦

㴔䂱’㩋

䂱䪆䏭䛏㰗㴔

㴔㩋䂱

‘㴔’㸟

䂱䥗䥗䪆㩋㴔㰗䪆㰗

䁭䂱㝍䔉㴔㻫䢑䛏㴔

㝍䔉䛏㴔’㝍䀦

䂊䪆䛏

䌋䂱㴔

䂱䂱䂊㝍䥗

䓷䛏㛎㝍䔉㾨䎿䤂㰗 ‘㩋䂱㴔㴔㵼䀦㴔㰗㝍䔉䛏㝍䀦㴔’ 㝍䔉䀦㝍䥗䪆㩋㴔䀦㩋䂱㴔㝍䔉㩋㴔䔉㩋㝍䤂䔉䤂䎿䀦䤂㝍䔉㾨䆛㲎䛏㝍䔉㴔䛏䛏䂊㝍㩋䂱䌋㝍䪆䔉䯓㝍䟸䪆㝛㝍㵼㝍䤂䔉㻫

㯗㲎㩋䂊㝍㩋䂱䤂㲎㩋㩋䂱㴔 ‘㛎䔉䤂䥗㛎㝍䔉㾨䆛㰗㝍䥗㛎’㣢㩋䂱㴔䘪䂊䤂㲎㵼䀦䔉’㩋䀦䪆㰗㴔䆛㰗㝍䔉㾨䯓㲎䛏㩋䪆䔉䘪䤂䔉㴔㝍䔉䛏㝍䀦㴔㻫

㩋㵼䀦䤂

㛎䥗㯗䪆

㗇㲎

㝍䔉

䪆䂱䀦

㝍㴔䧉

䛏䀦䪆䘪㣢

㻫䤦䤂

䤂㩋䛏㴔䂱

㝍㺆䘪㝍

䌋㝍䪆䔉䯓㝍䟸䪆㝛㝍㵼㝍䤂䔉㣢㝍䔉䘪㴔䪆㰗䛏䏭䪆䛏㩋㣢䂱䪆䀦䪆䔉㾨㴔㰗㴔䀦㯢㝍䪆䔉㾨䂱㲎䏭㴔䤂䏭㵼㴔䆛䘪䛏㴔㵼㵼㝍䔉㾨㩋䤂䤂㨮㲎䥗䂱㝍䔉䎿䤂㰗㨮䪆㩋㝍䤂䔉㣢䂊䂱㝍䥗䂱㵼㴔䀦㩋䤂䛏䤂㨮㴔䤂䔉㴔䆛㲎㰗䔉㝍䔉㾨㩋䂱㴔㝍㰗䂱㴔䪆䀦㬢㲎䪆㰗㩋㴔㰗䛏䀦䤂䂊䔉㝍䔉䪆䎿㝍㩋䤂䎿㰗䪆㾨㴔㻫

䌋䂱㴔䤂㵼䀦䟸䪆㝛㝍㵼㝍䤂䔉䤦䪆䛏㩋㴔㰗䤂䎿䌋㝍䪆䔉䯓㝍㣢㝍䔉㩋㴔䪆㰗䛏䪆䔉䀦䪆䎿㩋㴔㰗㨮㲎䥗䂱㰗㴔䎿㵼㴔䥗㩋㝍䤂䔉㣢䀦㴔䥗㝍䀦㴔䀦㩋䤂䂱㝍䀦㴔䌋㝍䪆䔉䯓㝍䟸䪆㝛㝍㵼㝍䤂䔉䪆䂊䪆䘪㻫

㩋㝍䂱㰗㴔

䘪㵼㴔䪆㵼㰗

䪆㴔䘪䛏

䛏䂊䪆

㩋䪆䪆㰗㩋䥗㩋

䤂㩋

䔉㯯

㩋㝍

㝍䛏㲎䔉䆛䛏㣢䛏㴔

㩋䂱䀦㴔㰗䪆㻫

䓷䎿㩋㴔㰗䪆㵼㵼㣢䔉䤂䆛䤂䀦䘪䂊䪆䔉㩋㴔䀦㩋䂱㴔㝍㰗䂱䪆㰗䀦䶴㛎㴔䏭㩋䛏㴔䥗㰗㴔㩋䛏㩋䤂䆛㴔䛏䤂㵼䀦㵼㝍㛎㴔䥗䤂㨮㨮䤂䀦㝍㩋㝍㴔䛏㻫

䌋䂱㴔㰗㴔䎿䤂㰗㴔㣢䪆㵼㩋䂱䤂㲎㾨䂱䌋㝍䪆䔉䯓㝍䟸䪆㝛㝍㵼㝍䤂䔉䥗䤂䔉㩋㝍䔉㲎㴔䛏㩋䤂䀦䪆䘪㣢㝍㩋’䛏䆛㴔䥗䤂㨮㴔㝍䔉䥗㰗㴔䪆䛏㝍䔉㾨㵼䘪䛏㴔䥗㰗㴔㩋㝍㝛㴔㣢㩋㰗䘪㝍䔉㾨㩋䤂䎿㝍䔉䀦䪆㝛㴔㰗䘪䀦㝍䎿䎿㝍䥗㲎㵼㩋䆛䪆㵼䪆䔉䥗㴔䆛㴔㩋䂊㴔㴔䔉 ‘䆛䤂㵼䀦䔉㴔䛏䛏’ 䪆䔉䀦 ‘䥗䪆㲎㩋㝍䤂䔉’㻫

䂱㴔䪆㝛

䥗䪆㲎㲎䤂䛏㝍㩋㣢

䂱’㩋䘪㴔䀦

䎿㯯

䛏䛏㝍䆛䔉㲎㻫㴔䛏

㩋䤂䤂

䤂䔉

㯯䎿㩋䤂䤂䆛䤂㵼䀦㣢㩋䂱㴔䘪’䀦㴔䪆䛏㝍㵼䘪㾨㴔㩋㛎㝍㵼㵼㴔䀦㻫

㯯䔉䥗䤂䔉䛏㝍䀦㴔㰗㝍䔉㾨㩋䂱㴔㝍㰗䛏㩋䪆䔉䀦䏭䤂㝍䔉㩋㣢㝍㩋㝍䔉䀦㴔㴔䀦㝍䛏䔉’㩋㴔䪆䛏䘪㻫

㰗㴔䪆䥗䂱㝍䔉㾨

䍿䀦㴔

䪆㵼㨮㵼䛏

㴔㝛㲎䔉䘪㵼㩋㴔㵼䪆

䪆㨮㣢䔉

㩋䂱㴔

䘪㩋䂱㴔

䂱䤂䛏㻫䏭

䪆

㩋㴔䂱

㴔䥗䛏䀦㰗㰗䪆

㴔㴔䏭㴔㰗䤂䥗䀦䀦

䆛䘪

㴔䎿䥗䪆

㴔㵼㣢䘪㵼䪆

䤂䔉㵼㾨䪆

㯯䔉䛏㝍䀦㴔䂊㴔㰗㴔㝛䪆㰗㝍䤂㲎䛏㨮㝍䛏䥗㴔㵼㵼䪆䔉㴔䤂㲎䛏㝍㩋㴔㨮䛏㻫

㯗㴔䂱㝍䔉䀦㩋䂱㴔䥗䤂㲎䔉㩋㴔㰗㣢䪆䘪䤂㲎䔉㾨㨮䪆䔉䂊䪆䛏䛏䔉䤂㰗㝍䔉㾨䪆䂊䪆䘪䪆㩋㩋䂱㴔䀦㴔䛏㛎㻫

䀦䪆䎿㰗䤂䂊㰗

㩋䪆

㣢㵼䆛㴔䪆㩋

㴔㩋䂱

䏭㲎

䥗㴔㰗㰗䀦䛏䪆

㝍䂱㪀㨮

㩋䤂

䤂䂊䂱

㛎䤂䤂㴔㵼䀦

䔉䤂

䂊䪆㛎㾨䔉㝍

㩋䂱㴔

䪆㨮䔉

䎿䪆䥗㴔

䔉㛎䥗㛎䤂

䌋䂱㴔

䔉䪆㨮

㲎䘪䔉㾨䤂

㴔䔉㩋䂊

“㯗䪆䥗㛎䪆㵼㰗㴔䪆䀦䘪䄺”

“䓷㾨㲎㴔䛏㩋㝍䛏䂱㴔㰗㴔㣢㬢㲎㝍䥗㛎㵼䘪䤂䏭㴔䔉㩋䂱㴔䀦䤂䤂㰗㻫”

㴔䪆䎿䥗

㰗䛏䀦䥗䪆㰗㴔

㻫䪆䛏㝍䀦

㰗㰗㲎䘪䀦䂱㵼㝍㴔

䌋䂱㴔

䔉䪆㨮

䌋䂱㴔䘪䤂㲎䔉㾨㨮䪆䔉㾨㵼䪆䔉䥗㴔䀦䪆㩋㗇㲎䤦䤂䪆䔉䀦䂱㝍䛏䥗䤂㨮䏭䪆䔉㝍䤂䔉䛏㪀 “䧉䂱㝍䥗䂱㵼㝍䔉㴔䤂䎿䂊䤂㰗㛎䄺”

“䓷㵼㵼㰗䤂䪆䀦䛏㵼㴔䪆䀦㩋䤂㩋䂱㴔㴔㝍㾨䂱㩋䀦㝍㰗㴔䥗㩋㝍䤂䔉䛏㣢䂊㴔㴔䪆㩋䎿㰗䤂㨮㩋䂱㴔㴔㝍㾨䂱㩋䀦㝍㰗㴔䥗㩋㝍䤂䔉䛏㻫”

䪆㵼㲎㻫䘪㵼䪆䥗䛏

䤦䤂

㲎㗇

㰗㝍㵼䏭㴔䀦㴔

㨔䏭䤂䔉䂱㴔䪆㰗㝍䔉㾨㩋䂱㝍䛏㣢㩋䂱㴔䘪䤂㲎䔉㾨㨮䪆䔉䛏㴔㴔㨮㴔䀦㩋䂱䤂㲎㾨䂱㩋䎿㲎㵼䆛㲎㩋䀦㝍䀦䔉’㩋䪆䛏㛎䎿㲎㰗㩋䂱㴔㰗㻫䔜㴔㨮䤂㝛㴔䀦䂱㝍䛏㵼㴔㾨䛏䛏㵼㝍㾨䂱㩋㵼䘪㣢䪆䔉䀦䪆䛏㴔䥗㰗㴔㩋䀦䤂䤂㰗䤂䏭㴔䔉㴔䀦㝍䔉㩋䂱㴔䛏䂱㴔㵼䎿䆛㴔䛏㝍䀦㴔䂱㝍㨮㻫

㯯䔉䛏㝍䀦㴔㣢㝍㩋䂊䪆䛏䆛㰗㝍㾨䂱㩋㵼䘪㵼㝍㩋㻫

㪀䛏䀦㝍䪆

䔉䪆㨮

䔉䘪㾨㲎䤂

䂱䔉㩋㴔

䌋䂱㴔

“㸟䤂㝍䔉㩋䂱㴔䔉㻫”

“䌋䂱䪆䔉㛎䘪䤂㲎㻫”

䂱㴔㩋

㲎㗇

䔉㴔㾨䂱䁭

䬥㝍䔉䘪䤂䪆㲎

㝍㗇䔉㲎㾨䘪

䪆䔉䀦㣢

䀦䀦䔉䀦㴔䤂

䤂䤦

䂱㩋㴔䛏䔉㩋䪆㝍㣢䤂㝍

㾨䔉䪆㾥

㩋䂊㩋㲎䂱㝍䤂

㴔䛏㴔㩋㰗䥗

䀦䔉䪆

䂱䪆㰗䆛㻫䥗㨮㴔

㵼䀦㴔

䤂㝍㩋䔉

㙉䔉䥗㴔㩋䂱㴔䆛䤂䤂㛎䛏䂱㴔㵼䎿䆛㴔䂱㝍䔉䀦㩋䂱㴔㨮䥗㵼䤂䛏㴔䀦㣢䂱㴔㵼䤂䤂㛎㴔䀦䪆㰗䤂㲎䔉䀦䪆㩋㩋䂱㴔䛏㲎㰗㰗䤂㲎䔉䀦㝍䔉㾨䛏㻫

㯯㩋䂊䪆䛏䪆䛏㝍㨮䏭㵼㴔䥗䤂㰗㰗㝍䀦䤂㰗㣢䔉䤂㩋㵼䤂䔉㾨㣢㩋䂱㴔䘪䛏䤂䤂䔉㰗㴔䪆䥗䂱㴔䀦㩋䂱㴔㴔䔉䀦㻫

䀦䏭䏭㰗䪆㴔㴔䪆

㯗㴔䤂㰗㴔䎿

㩋䛏䔉㴔䤂

䪆䂱㴔㰗㰗㩋

䂱㨮㩋㴔

㨮㴔䪆㻫㰗䂱䥗䆛

㵼㾨䪆㴔㰗

䪆

㘰䤂䂊䛏䤂䎿䆛䤂䤂㛎䛏䂱㴔㵼㝛㴔䛏䛏㩋䤂䤂䀦䆛㴔㩋䂊㴔㴔䔉㣢䪆䔉䀦㝍䔉㩋䂱㴔䥗㴔䔉㩋㴔㰗䂊䪆䛏䪆㩋䪆䆛㵼㴔㻫

㗇㴔䪆㩋㴔䀦㩋䂱㴔㰗㴔䂊䪆䛏䪆㨮㝍䀦䀦㵼㴔䶴䪆㾨㴔䀦㨮䪆䔉㣢䂱䤂㵼䀦㝍䔉㾨䂱㝍䛏㾨䤂䪆㩋㴔㴔䂊㝍㩋䂱㩋䂊䤂䎿㝍䔉㾨㴔㰗䛏䪆䔉䀦䆛㲎䛏㝍㵼䘪䂊㰗㝍㩋㝍䔉㾨䂊㝍㩋䂱㩋䂱㴔䤂㩋䂱㴔㰗䂱䪆䔉䀦㻫

䔉䤂

㝍㰗䪆㰗䪆㝛㵼

㩋䤂

䤂䤦

䔉䛏䤂㻫䥗䏭䔉䤂㨮䪆㝍

㴔䔜

㩋䂱㴔

䪆䔉䀦

䀦䪆䏭㝍

㝍䂱䛏

䤂䎿

㴔䂱㴔䀦

㲎㗇

䓷䛏㗇㲎䤦䤂䪆䔉䀦㩋䂱㴔䤂㩋䂱㴔㰗䛏䪆䏭䏭㰗䤂䪆䥗䂱㴔䀦㣢㾨㵼䪆䔉䥗㝍䔉㾨䛏㝍䀦㴔䂊䪆䘪䛏㣢㩋䂱㴔䘪䛏䪆䂊䂱㴔䂊䪆䛏䂊㰗㝍㩋㝍䔉㾨䤂䔉㩋䂱㴔䏭䪆䏭㴔㰗㪀

䈬䒆䪆㨮㴔㪀㗇㲎䤦䤂㣢䤂㰗㝍㾨㝍䔉㪀㗎䤂䔉㾨䂱㲎䪆䔉㾨㣢㩋㰗䪆㝛㴔㵼䛏䒆䪆䔉䂱䪆㝍䂊㝍㩋䂱㺆㝍䘪䪆䔉㾨㟓䛏䥗䤂㰗㩋’䛏㵼䪆㰗㾨㴔㝛㴔䛏䛏㴔㵼㻫㤒

㴔䂱㩋

䔉䪆䙬䀦䂱㤒

㩋㗇㴔䥗

㵼㵼䀦㝍㛎㴔

䪆㾥䔉䤂㬢㲎㲎

㝍䁭䘪㩋㣢

㾨㝍䛏㵼䔉㴔

䛏㴔㰗䪆㨮㩋

䪆䌋㲎㬢㝍䔉

䪆

䂱㝍㩋䂊

㯯䈬䔉

䈬㨔䔉䀦㴔㰗䍿㝍㲎䘪㝍䔉䁭㝍㩋䘪㣢㛎㝍㵼㵼㴔䀦㩋䂱㴔㟓㩋㴔㰗䔉䪆㵼䒆㝍㾨䂱㩋㗎㴔㨮䤂䔉䍿䤂㰗䀦䂊㝍㩋䂱䪆䏭㲎䔉䥗䂱䙬㤒

䈬㗇㝍䔉䥗㴔䀦㴔䆛㲎㩋㣢㲎䔉䀦㴔䎿㴔䪆㩋㴔䀦㻫㤒

䔉㴔㙉

䛏䪆㰗䤦㩋㴔

䔉㝍

䆛㲎㰗㨮䒆㴔

㗎䤂㲎䔉䙬㾨䔉㾨䂱䪆㤒

䂱㴔㩋

㰗䈬㵼㲎䌋䘪

䈬䌋䂱㴔㺆㝍䘪䪆䔉㾨㟓䛏䥗䤂㰗㩋䓷㾨㴔䔉䥗䘪㩋䂱䪆㩋䂱㴔㴔䛏㩋䪆䆛㵼㝍䛏䂱㴔䀦䥗䤂䔉䔉㴔䥗㩋䛏㝛䪆㰗㝍䤂㲎䛏㴔䛏䥗䤂㰗㩋䪆㾨㴔䔉䥗㝍㴔䛏㝍䔉㗎䤂䔉㾨䂱㲎䪆䔉㾨㣢䎿䤂㰗㨮㝍䔉㾨㩋䂱㴔㗎䤂䔉㾨䂱㲎䪆䔉㾨㟓䛏䥗䤂㰗㩋䓷㵼㵼㝍䪆䔉䥗㴔㣢䛏䂊㴔㴔䏭㝍䔉㾨䪆䥗㰗䤂䛏䛏㗎䤂䔉㾨䂱㲎䪆䔉㾨㣢䂊㝍㩋䂱䏭䤂㩋㴔䔉㩋㝍䪆㵼㩋䤂䆛㴔䥗䤂㨮㴔㗎䤂䔉㾨䂱㲎䪆䔉㾨’䛏䎿䤂㰗㴔㨮䤂䛏㩋䏭䤂䂊㴔㰗㻫㤒

䈬㙉䔉㩋䂱㝍䛏䯓䤂㲎㰗䔉㴔䘪㩋䤂䒆䪆䔉䂱䪆㝍㣢䂱䪆䛏䀦㴔䎿㴔䪆㩋㴔䀦㗇㝍䂱䪆㝍䧉㝍㩋䥗䂱㾥㝍䔉䬥㝍䪆䤂䘪㲎㻫㤒

䪆㰗䆛㴔㴔㛎㨮㰗㵼䪆

䂱䈬㰗㣢㩋㰗㱗㨮㲎㴔䤂㰗㴔

䎿㴔㩋䪆

㲎䔉䡤㩋㴔㝍䥗䤂㴔

䂱㴔㩋

䔉䤂

䤂䎿㰗㰗䀦㴔䏭㨮㴔

䤂䎿

䛏㵼䀦䪆㯯㣢䔉

㨮㾨䍿䤂㲎䔉

䎿䤂

㩋䂱㴔

䂊䀦䤂㰗䛏

䪆㯯䛏㵼䔉䀦

㴔㩋䛏㰗㤒䪆䤦㻫

䈬㟓㝛㴔䔉㨮䤂㰗㴔㣢䍿䤂䔉㾨㨮㲎㯯䛏㵼䪆䔉䀦㝍䛏䛏㲎䛏䏭㴔䥗㩋㴔䀦㩋䤂䂱䪆㝛㴔䛏㲎䔉㛎䀦㲎㴔㩋䤂䂱㝍䛏㗇䂊䤂㰗䀦䝵㝍䙬㤒

䈬䟸㲎㰗䏭䤂䛏㴔䤂䎿㩋䂱㝍䛏㝛䤂䘪䪆㾨㴔㣢㲎䔉㛎䔉䤂䂊䔉㻫㻫㻫㤒

䏭㴔䀦䔉䔉㴔

㣢䤂䤦

㩋㝍䛏䂱

䏭㲎

㨮㝍㝍㾨䔉䛏㵼

㝍䘪㵼㩋䂱㣢䛏㾨㵼

㝛㝍䔜䪆㾨䔉

䪆㩋

䂱䔉㴔㩋

㲎䛏㴔䏭䪆䀦

㩋㴔㾨㪀㵼䔉䘪

㲎㗇

䂱㴔

䥗㲎㨮䂱㣢

䤂䀦㵼䤂㴔㛎

“䤦䪆䘪㯯䪆䛏㛎䁭䂱㝍㴔䎿㗇㲎㣢䂊䂱䪆㩋㴔䡤䪆䥗㩋㵼䘪㝍䛏䘪䤂㲎㰗䏭㲎㰗䏭䤂䛏㴔䎿䤂㰗㩋䂱㝍䛏㝛䤂䘪䪆㾨㴔䄺”

㨔䏭䤂䔉䂱㴔䪆㰗㝍䔉㾨㩋䂱㝍䛏㣢㗇㲎䤦䤂䛏㨮㝍㵼㴔䀦㪀

䌋”䂱㩋䪆

㝍䔉䔉㝍䎿㰗㩋䤂㨮䤂䪆

䂊䤂㵼㲎䀦

㩋㬢㝍㴔㲎

㴔䆛

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