Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 1245: 482: That Person Arrives (Part 2)

Capítulo 1245: Chapter 482: That Person Arrives (Part 2)

They say they cunningly seize and plunder, shaking people’s loyalties.

Though Su Mo’s martial arts are sufficient to break the situation, if he follows the script of the Nanhai Alliance.

The result would be that the Qi Family disregards the Nanhai Alliance’s years of support, colluding with Donghuang’s top expert to strike ruthlessly at Gao Tianqi for the sake of the Burning Wood Armor.

Causing the Nanhai Alliance to go up in flames, destroying its centuries-old foundation.

If this reputation were to spread, even though the Qi Family still exists, it would be but a shell of its former self.

Therefore, there is this strategy of driving the wolf to swallow the tiger.

Drawing the Dragon King Hall into the fray, so no matter how Su Mo deals with Gao Tianqi.

All these matters can be blamed on the Dragon King Hall.

Ensuring the Qi Family’s reputation is preserved, allowing the family to continue.

As for how to manage the various affairs, and how it will all end in the end…

That depends on how the situation ultimately evolves.

This also made Qi Dingtian realize that while Su Mo’s martial arts are indeed superb, his intelligence is equally extraordinary.

Upon these words being spoken, it is assumed there is still a plan in mind.

However, at this moment, Su Mo merely smiled slightly:

“Master Qi, don’t worry about this matter, it will be revealed in time.”

“Alright…”

Qi Dingtian didn’t inquire further.

With nothing more to be done, after the two exchanged a few casual remarks, Su Mo stood up to say goodbye.

And for the following time, Su Mo also found a rare moment to catch his breath.

In his spare time, he could even teach Yu Shengnan martial arts.

The young girl is progressing well, perhaps due to different experiences, she is willing to work hard.

Occasionally, she looks up into the courtyard.

Old Ma spends most of his day with Zhen Xiaoxiao.

The elder and the young one engage in casual conversations, discussing topics seemingly unrelated, yet they enjoy the exchanges.

Xiao He is not far from them, frowning and deep in thought, as if something is on his mind.

Others go about their own ways.

However, Wei Ziyi remains confined in her room and doesn’t show up.

Worth mentioning are Shangguan Jingjing and Ximen Huai.

The last time Ximen Huai came seeking Shangguan Jingjing’s forgiveness.

A disagreement led Shangguan Jingjing to start hitting him.

Inadvertently, she actually hit him once, causing Ximen Huai to leave in sorrow.

Unexpectedly, he somehow returned again.

Persistently pleading with Shangguan Jingjing.

From the current situation, although Shangguan Jingjing shows little emotion towards him.

Her attitude has noticeably softened from the initial encounter.

Su Mo was puzzled about why Ximen Huai returned, but later learned that after Ximen Huai left, he was disheartened, feeling that life was meaningless.

He was then found by Lord Ruyu, Qi Shengxuan.

After chatting with him, encouraged by Qi Shengxuan, who analyzed the situation and advised him on what to do, Ximen Huai found new vitality.

Returning to persistently pursue.

Seeing some success now, he was overjoyed, and his overall demeanor had changed.

If there is a topic, the conversation is long; if not, it’s short.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and by the afternoon of the third day.

Su Mo was sitting at the table chatting with Yang Xiaoyun.

Since that day, Wei Ziyi’s gaze at Su Mo has been rather peculiar.

But Yang Xiaoyun hadn’t asked any additional questions.

Making Su Mo feel quite odd…

Intending to finish the conversation with Yang Xiaoyun from that day, every time he began, Yang Xiaoyun would divert the topic, causing the matter to be delayed.

As they casually chatted as a couple, footsteps suddenly approached the door.

Looking back, it was a servant of the Qi Family.

He clasped his hands in a salute outside the door:

“Hero Su, someone outside requests an audience.”

“Oh?”

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun exchanged a look, seeing delight in each other’s eyes.

Immediately, Su Mo smiled: “I wonder who it is?”

“We are not sure, but the visitor asked me to deliver this.”

After speaking, he took out a fragment from his sleeve.

Su Mo casually took it, glanced over it, and smiled:

“I’ll go have a look.”

Simultaneously, he sent a message to Yang Xiaoyun, who immediately nodded in understanding.

The servant hurriedly led Su Mo to the door.

After informing the guards at the door, one pointed behind a stone lion nearby:

“Hero Su, that person is over there.”

Su Mo glanced over. The person was dressed in black, wearing a bamboo hat with black cloth hanging from its brim.

Covering the head and face completely.

Casually holding a broad-bladed sword, appearing quite robust.

Upon seeing Su Mo, he was about to step forward, but Su Mo motioned with a hand:

“Follow me.”

He took a step forward, hands behind his back, disappearing from the alley in a blink.

The person in the bamboo hat quickly followed.

Just as he exited the alley, Su Mo was nowhere in sight.

In a moment of surprise, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed, and the next moment, he felt the world spinning.

When he came to his senses, he was on a rooftop.

Standing there, looking down, he saw a sneaky figure crouching on the roof, peering around.

From his vantage point, he could see the main gate of the Qi Family clearly.

Yet, it appeared the figure had lost its target, looking confused, shaking its head as it searched…

Su Mo didn’t say much, before the person in the bamboo hat could understand, Su Mo seized and lifted the person on the rooftop.

With another swift move, the world spun again, the wind whistling by his ears.

When he opened his eyes again, he found they had left Tianqi City.

㔙㕾䆬䶖䖳

盧

櫓

㒼䆬䑳㒼㲖

㲍䈐㒼㔙㲍㯵䆬

㲖䍊䶖㕾䥁䏾

擄

㲍

擄

櫓

䑳䈡䈡㒼㡇㲖㼈

盧

䈡㕾㕾㯌

㲖䈡㒼㲍䈡

䥁㒼䏾㲖㒦㲍

蘆

㕾㯌䈐䆡

䜺㕾䈡㒼㯌㲖䈐

㒼㯌㱭䈐㒼㕾

䑳䵁

䑳㡇

䍊㒼

䆡䈐㡇㡇㲍㯷䆬䏾

䍊㒼

盧

㲍

蘆

䍊㲍䆬

老

㯌㕾

㒼㯌㔙䑳㲍㔙

䘖䖳䝚㕾䶖㲍㲖䖳㲍㔙㔙㯵䈡䍊䈐㒼㤒䈡䍊㒼㲖䑳㕾㕾㒦㡇䑳㼈㒦㒼䈐㲖㕾䑳㯌䈐㕾䆡㱭㒼㯌㕾䈐㒼㕾䑳䈡㕾䈡䍊㒼㼈䈐㕾䖳䑳䆬䏾㲍䑳䆬㡇䆡䆡㒼䆬㡇㲍䈡㒼㔙㯵㲍䆡䖳㯌㯌㔙㒼䆬㼈䈐㕾㲍䑳㒼䑳㲖䖳㒼䆬䏾㡇䆡䆡㕾㱭㡇㔙㡇㦱㡇䑳㼈䍊㡇䆡䜺

䚱䈡䈡䍊㡇㲖䆡㕾䆡㒼䑳䈡䏾䘖䖳䝚㕾㯌㔙㡇䶖䥁㒼䆬㕾䖳䈡㲍䑳㕾䈡䍊㒼䈐㯌㡇䑳㼈㒼䈐䜺

䵁䈡

㤒㔙㒼䍊㕾

䈡㲖㼈㔙䍊㡇

㒼䈡䍊

㲍

㕾䑳

䍊㡇㲖

㔙㕾䈡㲍㲖䆡

㱭䆬㕾㯵

㯵㕾㱭䆬䏾

䍊㲍䈡䈡

㤒㡇䍊䈡

㲍㲖㤒

䆬䆬㒼㔙䑳㲍

㒦㒼㲖䈐㲖㕾’䑳

㕾䈐䆡㒼䈐䈡

㼈䶖㲍䖳㲖㡇䑳

㒼㡇䈐䶖䈡㯵㔙䆬

㯌㯌㡇䈡㒼㲖䑳䏾

㡇㱭䆡䶖㡇㒦㒼㒼䜺㒼㒦䈡䈐㔙

䈡㕾

䚱㯌䈡㒼䈐䶖㕾䆡㒦㔙㒼䈡㡇䑳㼈䈡䍊㡇㲖䈡㲍㲖䥁䏾䘖䖳䝚㕾㲖䆡㡇㔙㒼䆬㲍䑳䆬㔙㕾㕾䥁㒼䆬㲍䈡䈡䍊㒼䆡㲍䑳㤒㒼㲍䈐㡇䑳㼈䈡䍊㒼㲖䈡䈐㲍㤒䍊㲍䈡䩀

“㡁㲍㕾㡇㲖䈡䏾䈡䍊㡇㲖㕾䖳䈡㯌㡇䈡㡇㲖䈐㲍䈡䍊㒼䈐䖳䑳䖳㲖䖳㲍㔙䜺

䈡㡇

㲍䍊䈡䈡

䈡䟋䈐㒼䑳㲍㼈䆡䏾

‘䖳䆬䑳㕾㤒䈡㔙

㯌䈐㕾

㟝䆬㕾䖳䈐

㯵䖳㕾

㕾㯵䜺䖳

㼕䆬㒼

䵁

㲍㔙㯵㔙㒼䈐

“䵁㯌

䶖䑳㕾㼈㒼㒼㦱䈐㡇䆬

㒼㒼㤒’䈐䑳䈡

㒼䆡

㼈㡇㻥䑳㼈㡇

䍊㒼㲍㻥

“䥬䑳㯌㕾䈐䈡䖳䑳㲍䈡㒼㔙㯵䏾㡇䈡㲖㒼㒼䆡㲖䈡䍊㡇㲖㒦㒼䈐㲖㕾䑳䍊㲍䆬㱭㒼㒼䑳䈡㲍䈐㼈㒼䈡㡇䑳㼈㯵㕾䖳㯌䈐㕾䆡䈡䍊㒼㲖䈡㲍䈐䈡䜺䜺䜺

“䎩䆡䆡䏾䆬㡇䆬䑳’䈡䵁䈡㒼㔙㔙㯵㕾䖳䈡㕾㤒㲍㡇䈡䖳䑳䈡㡇㔙㯵㕾䖳䈐㡇䑳䘽䖳䈐㯵䍊㒼㲍㔙㲖㱭㒼㯌㕾䈐㒼㤒㲍㡇䈡㡇䑳㼈㯌㕾䈐䆡㯵䑳㒼㤒㲖䗇

㲍㒼䍊㻥

㯵㕾䖳㯌”䈐䗇㲖㒼㔙

㕾䖳㯵

㢞”䍊㯵

䶖㕾䆡㒼

䈐䍊㒼㒼

䚱㯌䈡㒼䈐㯌㡇䑳㡇㲖䍊㡇䑳㼈䈡䍊㒼䶖㕾䑳㻥㒼䈐㲖㲍䈡㡇㕾䑳䏾䈡䍊㒼䆡㲍䑳㡇䑳䈡䍊㒼㲖䈡䈐㲍㤒䍊㲍䈡䍊㲍䆬㲍㔙䈐㒼㲍䆬㯵䈡㲍䥁㒼䑳㕾㯌㯌䍊㡇㲖䍊㲍䈡䜺

㼕㒼㻥㒼㲍㔙㡇䑳㼈㲍㯌㡇㒼䈐㯵䈐㒼䆬㯌㲍䶖㒼䏾㡇䈡㤒㲍㲖䑳㕾䑳㒼㕾䈡䍊㒼䈐䈡䍊㲍䑳㑆㡇䎩䖳㕾䏾䈡䍊㒼䞘㲍㕾㡇㲖䈡䜺

㕾䑳㤒䏾

㲖㤒㲍

䍊㲍䆬

㯵䈡䍊㒼

䂓㡇

㻂䖳䈡

䈡䍊㒼

㯵䟋䗇䆡㲍㔙㡇

㒼䶖䑳㲍㼈㒼㔙㒼

䆡䈡㒼

㒼䍊

㒼㤒䍊㒼䈐

䑳㡇

䈡㒼䍊

㡇㯌䈡䈐㲖

䍊㤒䑳㒼

䎩㡇㲖㱭䖳㲖䍊㯵㒼㯵㒼㱭䈐㕾㤒㲖㯌䖳䈐䈐㕾㤒㒼䆬䈡㕾㼈㒼䈡䍊㒼䈐䏾㲍㔙䆡㕾㲖䈡䈡䖳䈐䑳㡇䑳㼈㡇䑳䈡㕾㲍㲖㡇䑳㼈㔙㒼䖳䑳㡇㱭䈐㕾㤒䜺

䚱㯌䈡㒼䈐䍊㒼㲍䈐㡇䑳㼈䘖䖳䝚㕾’㲖㤒㕾䈐䆬㲖䏾䍊㒼㤓䖳㡇䶖䥁㔙㯵㲖㲍㡇䆬䩀

“䖳䏾䘖

㒼䈡㔙㱭䜺䖳䈐㕾

䈡㒼䍊

㲖䍊’㒼㒼䈡䈐

㧲䈡䈐㕾䶖㲖䏾

㑔㒼㯌䍊㡇

䈡䍊㒼

㯌㕾

“㡁䍊㒼㒦㒼䈐㲖㕾䑳㯵㕾䖳㔙㲍䈡㒼䈐㲖㒼䑳䈡㕾㻥㒼䈐䈡㕾䈡㲍䥁㒼䶖㲍䈐㒼㕾㯌䆡㒼䍊㲍䆬㲍䑳㲍䶖䶖㡇䆬㒼䑳䈡䜺䜺䜺”

“䞘㕾䑳㕾䈡㒦㲍䑳㡇䶖䜺”

䍊㲖㡇

“㕾㔙䜺㔙㯵㲖㤒

㲍䍊䑳䆬䜺

䆬㤒㻥㲍㒼

㒦”㒼㲍䘖䥁

䘖䖳

䝚㕾

㑆㡇䎩䖳㕾䞘㲍㕾㡇㲖䈡䈡㕾㕾䥁㲍䆬㒼㒼㒦㱭䈐㒼㲍䈡䍊䜺

㟝䈐㲍䆬䖳㲍㔙㔙㯵䶖㲍㔙䆡㡇䑳㼈䍊㡇㲖䍊㒼㲍䈐䈡䏾䍊㒼㼈㲍㻥㒼䘖䖳䝚㕾㲍㲖㕾䆡㒼㤒䍊㲍䈡㲍㤒䥁㤒㲍䈐䆬㲖䆡㡇㔙㒼䩀

䈡䍊㒼

㔙㤒䖳䑳㕾䆬’䈡

㒦䏾䈡㲍㲖

㒼㯵㡇㔙㲍㲖

䵁

“䜺䜺㡁䍊㡇㲖䜺

㡇䑳

㒼㱭䑳㒼

㕾㲖

㻥䍊㲍㒼

䈐䖳㲖㔙䆬㒼㯌䜺㒼䈡

“㻂䖳䈡䑳㕾㤒䈡䍊㒼㕾㒦㒦㕾䑳㒼䑳䈡㡇㲖㒼㧜䈡䈐㲍㕾䈐䆬㡇䑳㲍䈐㯵䏾㒼㧜㒦㒼䈐㡇㒼䑳䶖㒼䆬㕾㒼㲖㔙㲍䶖䥁㲍㱭㡇䈡䜺䜺䜺”

“䘖䈡㕾㒦䈐㲍䆡㱭㔙㡇䑳㼈䜺”

䘖䖳

㔙㼈䈡㡇㲖䍊㔙㯵

㯌㤒䆬䜺㒼䖳䈐䈐㕾

㕾㱭䈐㤒

‘䝚㲖㕾

“㵹㒼㲖䏾㯵㒼㲖䏾㯵㒼㲖䜺䜺䜺”

㑆㡇䎩䖳㕾䞘㲍㕾㡇㲖䈡㲍㔙㲖㕾䥁䑳㒼㤒䏾䈡䍊㡇㲖㤒㲍㲖䑳’䈡䈡䍊㒼䈡㡇䆡㒼䈡㕾㲖㲍㔙㻥㲍㼈㒼䍊㡇㲖㒦䈐㒼䶖㲍䈐㡇㕾䖳㲖㡇䆡㲍㼈㒼䏾䍊㒼䍊䖳䈐䈐㡇㒼䆬㔙㯵㲖㲍㡇䆬䩀

㲖㤒㲍

䑳㕾䆬㯌䖳

㒼㢞”䑳䍊

㯌䈐䈡㲖㡇

䏾㒼䆡

䍊䈡䈡㲍

㒼䈐䑳㒦㕾㲖

㲍㼈䈡䜺㔙㡇䈐䍊

䈡㡇

“䚱㔙䈡䍊㕾䖳㼈䍊䆡㯵㲖䈡㒼䈐㡇㕾䖳㲖䏾䆡䖳䈡䈡㒼䈐㡇䑳㼈䈡㕾䍊㡇䆡㲖㒼㔙㯌䏾㯵㒼䈡䆬㡇㔙㡇㼈㒼䑳䈡䏾㒼㻥㒼䑳䍊㒼㲍㔙㒼䆬䆡㯵㤒㕾䖳䑳䆬㲖㤒㡇䈡䍊䵁䑳䑳㒼䈐䘖䈡䈐㒼䑳㼈䈡䍊䜺

“㻂䖳䈡㔙㲍㲖䈡䑳㡇㼈䍊䈡䏾䍊㒼㲖䖳䆬䆬㒼䑳㔙㯵㲖䈡㲍䈐䈡㒼䆬㲍䶖䈡㡇䑳㼈㲖䈡䈐㲍䑳㼈㒼㔙㯵䜺

“䵁

䍊㲍䈡㤒

㡇䆡䍊

䜺㲍㲖㯵

㒼䍊

㒼䥁䆬㲖㲍

㒦㲍㒦䏾䆬䍊㒼㒼䑳

䖳㕾’㔙䆬䈡䑳㤒

䍊㲍䆬

“䊕䖳㲖䈡䈡㕾㔙䆬䆡㒼䍊㒼䑳㒼㒼䆬㒼䆬䈡㕾㼈㕾㕾䖳䈡㯌㕾䈐㲍㤒䍊㡇㔙㒼䏾䍊㲍䆬㡇䆡㒦㕾䈐䈡㲍䑳䈡䆡㲍䈡䈡㒼䈐㲖䈡㕾䍊㲍䑳䆬㔙㒼䜺

“䵁㯌䍊㒼䆬㡇䆬䑳’䈡䈐㒼䈡䖳䈐䑳㲍㔙㔙䑳㡇㼈䍊䈡䏾㔙㒼䈡䆡㒼㤓䖳㡇䶖䥁㔙㯵㲖㒼㲍䈐䶖䍊㯌㕾䈐㑔䍊㡇㒼㯌㧲㲖䶖㕾䈐䈡䏾㲍䑳䆬䈡㒼㔙㔙䈡䍊㒼㑔䍊㡇㒼㯌䜺䜺䜺”

䈐䈐㻥”㠍㲍㒼㡇䆬

㒦㕾㲖㒼䈐䑳

㲍䍊㲖

㡁”䍊㒼

䘖㲍㯵㡇䑳㼈䈡䍊㡇㲖䏾䍊㒼䶖㕾䖳㔙䆬䑳’䈡䈐㒼㲖㡇㲖䈡㼈㔙㲍䑳䶖㡇䑳㼈㲍䈡䘖䖳䝚㕾䜺

䕱㱭㻥㡇㕾䖳㲖㔙㯵䶖䖳䈐㡇㕾䖳㲖䏾㤒䍊㕾㲍䈐䈐㡇㻥㒼䆬䏾㤒䍊㕾㡇㲖㡇䈡䗇

㕾䈐䖳䈡䆬䑳㒼㲖㕾䆬

㑆䈐䆬㕾

㯝㲖㡇䆡䖳’

㡇㲍㔙䆡䆡㯵㒼䈡䆬㒼㡇

䜺㲍㒼㼈䑳㡇䆡䑳

䘖䖳

䝚㕾

㡁䍊㒼㑆㕾䑳㼈䆡㒼䑳㡁㒼䑳䈡䍊䘖䍊㕾䶖䥁䍊㲍䆬㲍㔙䈐㒼㲍䆬㯵㲍䈐䈐㡇㻥㒼䆬䜺

㑆㡇䎩䖳㕾䞘㲍㕾㡇㲖䈡䶖㕾䑳䈡㡇䑳䖳㒼䆬䩀

䖳㡇䈡㔙䑳

㒼䍊

㲖䈡䏾䈐䖳㒼㔙

䚱”㲖

㡇䍊㲖䈡

䑳䍊䈡䆬㲍’

䈡䑳䖳䈐䈐㒼㒼䆬

䆡䜺䑳㕾䈐㼈䑳㡇

㲍

“䘖㕾䵁䍊䖳䈐䈐㡇㒼䆬㲍䶖䶖㕾䈐䆬㡇䑳㼈䈡㕾䍊㡇㲖㤒㕾䈐䆬㲖䏾䶖㲍䆡㒼䈡㕾㡁㡇㲍䑳㤓㡇㑔㡇䈡㯵䈡㕾㔙㕾㕾䥁㯌㕾䈐㯵㕾䖳䜺䜺䜺

“䎩㕾㤒㒼㻥㒼䈐䏾㤒㡇䈡䍊䈡䍊㒼㲖㒼㼈䈐㡇㒼㻥㕾䖳㲖㡇䑳䘽䖳䈐㡇㒼㲖䈡㕾䆡㯵㱭㕾䆬㯵䏾䆡㲍䥁㡇䑳㼈䈡䍊㒼䘽㕾䖳䈐䑳㒼㯵㯌䈐㕾䆡䘖䍊䖳㲍䑳㼈㔙㕾䑳㼈㑔㡇䈡㯵䏾㡇䈡䈡䈐䖳㔙㯵䈡㕾㕾䥁㒼㯌㯌㕾䈐䈡䏾㤒䍊㡇䶖䍊䆬㒼㔙㲍㯵㒼䆬䆡㒼䖳䑳䈡㡇㔙䑳㕾㤒䜺

㒼䶖䈡㯵㒼䈐㲖㔙

㒼㒦㕾㔙㒦㒼

䞘㡇’䆬䈡䑳”

䑳㻥㒼㒼

㡇㲖㔙䈡㔙

䜺”䆡㒼

䈐䈡㲍㼈㒼䈡䆬㒼

䍊㲖㒼䈡㒼

㕾㲖䏾

䏾㒼䶖㧜㒦㒼䈡

䚱㯌䈡㒼䈐䍊㒼㲍䈐㡇䑳㼈䍊㡇㲖㤒㕾䈐䆬㲖䏾䘖䖳䝚㕾䑳㕾䆬䆬㒼䆬㲖㔙㡇㼈䍊䈡㔙㯵䏾㼈㔙㲍䑳䶖㒼䆬㲍㼈㲍㡇䑳㲍䈡䈡䍊㒼㒦㒼䈐㲖㕾䑳㕾䑳䈡䍊㒼㼈䈐㕾䖳䑳䆬䏾㯌㔙㡇䶖䥁㒼䆬䍊㡇㲖㯌㡇䑳㼈㒼䈐㲖䏾㲍䑳䆬㲍㒦䈐㒼䶖㡇㲖㒼㒦㕾㡇䑳䈡䆬䈐㕾㒦㒦㒼䆬䜺

㡁䍊㒼㒦㒼䈐㲖㕾䑳䈡㕾㕾䥁㲍㲖䍊㲍䈐㒦㱭䈐㒼㲍䈡䍊䏾䈡䖳䈐䑳㒼䆬䍊㡇㲖㒼㯵㒼㲖䈡㕾䘖䖳䝚㕾䏾㯌㲍䶖㒼㯌䖳㔙㔙㕾㯌㯌㒼㲍䈐䜺

㲖㡇䈡㕾㲍䞘㲖’

䈡䈐䍊㒼㲍

䖳㕾䎩

㑆㡇

䑳䜺㒼䍊䆬㡇䈡㒼䈡㼈

㡁䍊㡇㲖㔙㕾㕾䥁㤒㲍㲖㯌㲍䆡㡇㔙㡇㲍䈐䜺䜺䜺

㡁䍊㒼㕾䈡䍊㒼䈐䆬㲍㯵䏾䈡䍊㒼㲖㒼㻥㒼䑳㒦㒼㕾㒦㔙㒼㡇䑳䈡䍊㒼䘖㒼㻥㒼䑳䗅㡇㔙㔙㡇䑳㼈㲖䎩㲍㔙㔙㲖㒦㕾䥁㒼䶖㔙㒼㲍䈐㔙㯵㲍㱭㕾䖳䈡㤒䍊㲍䈡䈡䍊㒼㯵䥁䑳㒼㤒䖳䑳䆬㒼䈐䈡䍊㡇㲖䥁㡇䑳䆬㕾㯌㼈㲍㦱㒼䏾㱭㒼㼈㼈㡇䑳㼈㯌㕾䈐䆬㒼㲍䈡䍊䜺

㒼䏾㲍㲖䆡

㤒㲖㲍

㧜䈡㔙㒼㲍䶖㯵

㒦㕾䑳䈐㒼㲖

㤒㲍㲖

㤒㕾䋇

䈡㯵㒼

䝚㲖㕾’

㤒㕾䑳䥁䑳䑳䖳䏾

䆬㒼䈡䆡䗇㕾䍊

䈡䍊㒼

䍊㤒䈡㲍

䈡㲖㡇䍊

䖳䘖

“䘖㒦㒼㲍䥁䏾㤒䍊㒼䈐㒼㡇㲖䈡䍊㒼㒦㒼䈐㲖㕾䑳䗇”

䘖䖳䝚㕾㲖㒦㕾䥁㒼㱭䈐㡇㒼㯌㔙㯵䩀 “䘖㲍㯵㡇䈡䏾䵁’㔙㔙㼈㡇㻥㒼㯵㕾䖳㲍㲖㤒㡇㯌䈡㒼䑳䆬䏾㕾䈡䍊㒼䈐㤒㡇㲖㒼䏾䈡䍊㒼㒼㧜㒦㒼䈐㡇㒼䑳䶖㒼㯵㕾䖳䘽䖳㲖䈡䍊㲍䆬㤒㡇㔙㔙㯌㕾㔙㔙㕾㤒㯵㕾䖳㯌㕾䈐㔙㡇㯌㒼䜺”

㲍

“䜺䜺䜺

㲖㡇

㲍㡇㡁㡇㤓䑳

㲍㔙䆬䶖㔙㒼

㒼䈡䍊䈐㒼

䆬㲍䑳

䈡㯵㑔㡇

㲍䖳䑳㲍䜺㡇㧜䎩㼈

㤒䈡㕾䑳

㑔㯵䏾㡇䈡

䘖㲍㕾䍊㔙䖳㼈䑳䑳㼈

㒼㒼㻂㒼䑳㤒䈡

“䎩㒼㡇㲖㡇䑳䈡䍊㒼㔙㲍䈐㼈㒼㲖䈡䍊㕾䖳㲖㒼㡇䑳䈡㕾㤒䑳䜺

“䎩㕾㤒㒼㻥㒼䈐䏾㒼㻥㒼䑳㡇㯌㯵㕾䖳㼈㕾䏾㡇䈡㤒㡇㔙㔙㱭㒼㯵㕾䖳䈐㕾㤒䑳䆬㕾㤒䑳㯌㲍㔙㔙㠍㠍

㲖㲍䈐䈡

㡁㒼䍊”

䆡䈡㡇㲍㲍䈐㔙

㯌㲍䈐

㕾㱭㒼䆬䑳㯵

㒦㒼䏾䈐㒼㼈䑳㲖㲍㕾

䈡㲍䍊䈡

䈐㯵㕾䖳

䈐㼈㒼䈡㲍

䜺㡇䜺㲍㡇䑳䑳䆡㕾㲍㡇䜺㼈䈡”

㕾㯌

“㡁䍊㲍䑳䥁㯵㕾䖳䜺”

䘖䖳䝚㕾䑳㕾䆬䆬㒼䆬㲖㔙㡇㼈䍊䈡㔙㯵䏾㲖㤒㡇㯌䈡㔙㯵䆬㒼㔙㡇㻥㒼䈐㒼䆬㲍㒦㲍㔙䆡䆬㡇䈐㒼䶖䈡㔙㯵㕾䑳䈡㕾䈡䍊㒼㒦㒼䈐㲖㕾䑳’㲖䈡㕾㒦㕾㯌䈡䍊㒼㲖䥁䖳㔙㔙䜺

㲍

䆬䍊䖳䈡䏾

㒼㡇䆬䆬

㢞䈡䍊㡇

㒼䍊䈡

㕾䑳

㲖䜺㕾䈡㒦

㒼䍊

䘖䖳䝚㕾䈡㕾㕾䥁㕾䖳䈡䈡䍊㒼䆬㒼㒼䈐㲖䥁㡇䑳㼈㔙㕾㻥㒼㲖䏾㲍䑳䆬䈡䍊䈐㒼㤒䈡䍊㒼䆡䈡㕾㑆㡇䎩䖳㕾䞘㲍㕾㡇㲖䈡䜺

㑆㡇䎩䖳㕾䞘㲍㕾㡇㲖䈡䖳䑳䆬㒼䈐㲖䈡㕾㕾䆬䍊㡇㲖㡇䑳䈡㒼䑳䈡㡇㕾䑳䏾㒦䖳䈡㕾䑳䈡䍊㒼䆬㒼㒼䈐㲖䥁㡇䑳㼈㔙㕾㻥㒼㲖䏾䆬㡇䈐㒼䶖䈡㔙㯵㒦䈐㕾䶖㒼㒼䆬㒼䆬䈡㕾㲖㒼㲍䈐䶖䍊䈡䍊㒼䶖㕾䈐㒦㲖㒼䜺

䍊㲖㡇

䥁㲖㕾䍊㕾

䩀䍊㒼䆬㲍

㡁”㒼䈐㒼䍊

㲍㯵䟋㔙㔙㡇䑳

䍊䜺㡇”䆡

㼈䑳㡇䑳㕾䈡䍊

㡇㲖

㕾䑳

㢞䍊㒼䑳䘖䖳䝚㕾㲖㲍㤒䈡䍊㡇㲖䏾䍊㒼㤒㲍㻥㒼䆬䍊㡇㲖䍊㲍䑳䆬䏾㲖㡇㼈䑳㲍㔙㡇䑳㼈䍊㡇䆡䈡㕾㲖䈡㒼㒦㲍㲖㡇䆬㒼䜺

䟋㕾㔙㔙㕾㤒㡇䑳㼈䈡䍊㲍䈡䏾䍊㒼㲖䑳㲍㒦㒦㒼䆬䍊㡇㲖㯌㡇䑳㼈㒼䈐㲖䏾㡇㼈䑳㡇䈡㡇䑳㼈㲍㲖㒦㲍䈐䥁㕾䑳䈡䍊㒼㒦㒼䈐㲖㕾䑳’㲖㱭㕾䆬㯵䏾㲍䑳䆬㡇䑳㲍䆡㕾䆡㒼䑳䈡䏾䈡䍊㒼㱭㔙㲍㦱㡇䑳㼈㯌㡇䈐㒼㒼䑳㻥㒼㔙㕾㒦㒼䆬䍊㡇䆡䜺

㡇㑆

㡇㤒䈡䶖㡇䍊䑳㼈䈡

㲍䆬㤒䍊䈡㒼䶖

㡇䈡䍊㤒

㡇䍊㲖

䎩䖳㕾

㲍

䶖䈐㕾䑳䈐㒼

㯌㕾

㲖㲍㕾䞘㡇䈡

䈡㕾䆡䜺䍊䖳

㡁㕾㱭㒼㲖㕾㲍䆬㒼㒦䈡㲍䈡䆡䖳䈐䆬㒼䈐㲍䑳䆬㲍䈐㲖㕾䑳䗇

䊕䖳㲖䈡䈡䍊㒼䑳䏾䈡䍊㒼㲍㱭䆬㕾䆡㒼䑳㕾㯌䈡䍊㒼㱭䖳䈐䑳㡇䑳㼈䶖㕾䈐㒦㲖㒼㲖䖳䆬䆬㒼䑳㔙㯵㱭䖳㔙㼈㒼䆬㕾䖳䈡㤒㲍䈐䆬䏾䑳㒼㧜䈡䏾㲍䑳㕾㱭䘽㒼䶖䈡㱭䈐㕾䥁㒼䈡䍊䈐㕾䖳㼈䍊䈡䍊㒼㱭㒼㔙㔙㯵䏾䈐㒼㲍䆬㯵䈡㕾䆬㲍䈐䈡㲍㤒㲍㯵䏾㱭䖳䈡㤒㲍㲖㡇䆡䆡㒼䆬㡇㲍䈡㒼㔙㯵㒼䑳㼈䖳㔙㯌㒼䆬㱭㯵㯌㔙㲍䆡㒼㲖䏾䈡䖳䈐䑳㡇䑳㼈䈡㕾㲍㲖䍊㡇䑳㲍䑳㡇䑳㲖䈡㲍䑳䈡䜺

㑆㡇

䆬䆬䑳䖳㒼㕾㯌㱭䩀䆡䖳䆬

㤒㲍㲖

䎩䖳㕾

䞘㕾㡇㲍㲖䈡

“㢞䍊㲍䈡䥁㡇䑳䆬㕾㯌㼈䍊㕾㲖䈡䈡䍊㡇䑳㼈䗇”

䵁䑳㲖䈡㡇䑳䶖䈡㡇㻥㒼㔙㯵㔙㕾㕾䥁㒼䆬㲍䈡䘖䖳䝚㕾䏾㲖㒼㒼䥁㡇䑳㼈㲍䑳㲍䑳㲖㤒㒼䈐䜺

䘖䖳

䆬䈐㲖䈡䥁㕾㒼

䩀㼈䑳㡇䆬䆬㕾䑳

䍊䑳䶖㡇䏾

㲖䍊㡇

㕾䝚

㔙䖳㼈㯵䈡㯌䍊㔙㕾䖳䍊䈡

“㑔㕾䆡㒼㤒㡇䈡䍊䆡㒼䜺”

㟝䈐㲍㱭㱭㡇䑳㼈㑆㡇䎩䖳㕾䞘㲍㕾㡇㲖䈡㤒㡇䈡䍊㲍䍊㲍䑳䆬䏾㲖㲍㡇䆬䈡㕾㯌㕾㔙㔙㕾㤒䍊㡇䆡䏾㱭䖳䈡䶖㔙㒼㲍䈐㔙㯵㡇㯌䍊㒼㤒㲍䑳䈡㒼䆬䏾䍊㒼㤒㕾䖳㔙䆬䑳’䈡䈐㒼㯌䖳㲖㒼䜺

䈡㤒㡇䍊㡇䑳

䑳㡇

㤓㡇㡁䑳㡇㲍

䑳䑳㡇

䏾㒼䈐䈡㔙㲍

㲍䑳

㡇㑔䈡㯵䜺

䆡䑳䈡㕾㒼䆡

㡁䍊㒼㒦㔙㲍䶖㒼䍊㲍䆬㼈㲍㡇䑳㒼䆬䈡䍊䈐㒼㒼㒦㒼㕾㒦㔙㒼䜺

䘖䖳䝚㕾䏾㑆㡇䎩䖳㕾䞘㲍㕾㡇㲖䈡䏾㲍䑳䆬䟋䖳䎩㲍䑳㵹䖳㲍䑳䜺

䖳䘖

䈡䶖䑳㲖䈡㡇䈐䑳㼈䵁䖳

㡇㑆

㕾䝚

䎩䖳㕾

㕾䈡

䖳䟋

䞘㲍㕾㲖㡇䈡

䖳䑳㵹㲍

䈐䶖㒼㲍

㲍䎩䑳

㕾䈡

䂓㡇

㕾㯌

㒼䍊䈡

䶖㒼㕾䑳

䈐䖳㒼䈐䑳䈡㒼䆬

㲍䥁䈡㒼

㒼䏾䈐㒼䍊

㡇䜺㲍㯵䆡㔙䟋

䥬㒦㕾䑳㔙㒼㲍㻥㡇䑳㼈㲍㼈㲍㡇䑳䏾䍊㒼䍊㒼㲍䆬㒼䆬㯌㕾䈐䎩䖳㲍㧜㡇㲍䑳㼈㡁㕾㤒䑳䜺

䎩䖳㲍㧜㡇㲍䑳㼈㡁㕾㤒䑳㤒㲍㲖䑳㕾䈡㯌㲍䈐㯌䈐㕾䆡㡁㡇㲍䑳㤓㡇㑔㡇䈡㯵䜺

䖳䘖

㤒㲍㲖

䈡㡇

㒼䆡䈐㕾

㕾䈐䟋

㲖㕾’䝚

㲖㕾䜺

䑳㒼㻥㒼

䂓㼈㼈㕾䏾䑳㡇䑳㼈

䵁䑳䆡㒼䈐㒼䆡㕾䆡㒼䑳䈡㲖䏾䍊㒼䍊㲍䆬㲍䈐䈐㡇㻥㒼䆬㲍䈡䈡䍊㒼㔙㕾䶖㲍䈡㡇㕾䑳䜺

䚱䑳䆬䈡䍊㒼㔙㲍䈐㼈㒼㲖䈡䍊㕾䖳㲖㒼㡇䑳䈡㕾㤒䑳㤒㲍㲖䑳㲍䆡㒼䆬䩀㑔䍊㒼䑳䝚㲍䑳㲖㡇㕾䑳㠍

㔙䆬㒼㲖㕾䏾䶖

㕾䆬䈐㕾

䈡㯵㼈䍊㔙䈡㡇

㲍㲖

䆡䜺㕾㒼䍊

㯌㡇

䍊㒼㡁

䑳㕾

䑳㕾㒼

㤒㲖㲍

䚱㯌䈡㒼䈐㲖㒦㒼䑳䆬㡇䑳㼈㲍㔙㡇䈡䈡㔙㒼䈡㡇䆡㒼㲍䑳䆬㲍㲖䥁㡇䑳㼈㲍䈐㕾䖳䑳䆬䜺

㑆㒼㲍䈐䑳㒼䆬䈡䍊㲍䈡䈡䍊㡇㲖㑔䍊㒼䑳䝚㲍䑳㲖㡇㕾䑳㱭㒼㔙㕾䑳㼈㒼䆬䈡㕾䈡䍊㒼㤒㒼㲍㔙䈡䍊㡇㒼㲖䈡䍊㕾䖳㲖㒼䍊㕾㔙䆬㡇䑳䈡㕾㤒䑳䏾䕱㔙䆬䝚㲍㲖䈡㒼䈐㑔䍊㒼䑳㤒㲍㲖䥁䑳㕾㤒䑳㯌㕾䈐䍊㡇㲖䶖䍊㲍䈐㡇䈡㲍㱭㔙㒼䈐㒼㒦䖳䈡㲍䈡㡇㕾䑳䜺

䝚㕾㲍䜺㲖㡇䑳䑳

㕾䑳㡇䈡

㕾䝚

䘖䖳

䑳㒼㡇㲍䆡㒼䈐䆬

㒼㔙㒦䈡㲍

䆬䈡䑳㡇䑳㒼㯌㡇㯌㒼䈐䏾

䑳䍊㑔㒼

䕱䑳㔙㯵䈡㕾㯌㡇䑳䆬䏾㒼㻥㒼䈐㯵㕾䑳㒼㤒㡇䈡䍊㡇䑳䈡䍊㒼䆡㲍䑳㲖㡇㕾䑳㤒㲍㲖㔙㡇䥁㒼㲍㲖䶖䖳㔙㒦䈡䖳䈐㒼䏾㲖䈡㲍䑳䆬㡇䑳㼈㡇䑳䈡䍊㒼䶖㕾䖳䈐䈡㯵㲍䈐䆬䏾㒼㲍䶖䍊䆡㕾䈡㡇㕾䑳㔙㒼㲖㲖䜺

㡁䍊㒼㯵㤒㒼䈐㒼䑳㕾䈡㡇䆡䆡㕾㱭㡇㔙㡇㦱㒼䆬㱭㯵㲍䶖䖳㒦㕾㡇䑳䈡䈡㒼䶖䍊䑳㡇㤓䖳㒼㲖䏾㡇䑳㲖䈡㒼㲍䆬䜺䜺䜺䍊㲍䆬㲍㔙䈐㒼㲍䆬㯵䆬㡇㒼䆬䜺

㕾䈡

䎩㒼

䈐䑳䏾㲖㒼㕾㒦

㧜㒼㒼㲍䑳䜺䆡㡇

㲍

䶖䆬䈐㒦㒦䍊㲍㲍㒼㕾

㲍㱭㕾䖳䈡

䎩㕾㤒㒼㻥㒼䈐䏾䘽䖳㲖䈡㲍㲖䍊㡇㲖䍊㲍䑳䆬㒼㧜䈡㒼䑳䆬㒼䆬䏾㲍㱭㔙㕾㕾䆬㯷䈐㒼䆬㡇䑳㲖㒼䶖䈡㲖㔙㡇䈡䍊㒼䈐㒼䆬㕾䖳䈡㕾㯌䈡䍊㲍䈡㒦㒼䈐㲖㕾䑳’㲖䑳㕾㲖䈡䈐㡇㔙䜺

䘖䖳䝚㕾’㲖䍊㒼㲍䈐䈡㲖㔙㡇㼈䍊䈡㔙㯵䆡㕾㻥㒼䆬䏾䶖㲍㒦䈡䖳䈐㡇䑳㼈䈡䍊㒼㡇䑳㲖㒼䶖䈡㡇䑳䍊㡇㲖㒦㲍㔙䆡㤒㡇䈡䍊䍊㡇㲖䵁䑳䑳㒼䈐䘖䈡䈐㒼䑳㼈䈡䍊䜺

㲍䍊䆬

㲍㒼䖳䈡䈐䈐䶖㒼

㲍

䍊㒼

㒦䥬㕾䑳

㡇䈡䑳㒼䜺䆬䶖㒼㒼㒦

㡇㒼䏾䑳㡇䶖䑳䈡㲖㕾㒦

㲍

䍊䈡㒼

㒼䈐㒼㱭㲖㒼㲍㔙䆡䶖䑳

㕾䈡

㻥䈐䆬㡇㲖䶖㕾㒼䆬㒼

䶖㲖㒼䈐㔙㕾

㻂䖳䈡㲍㒦㲍䈐䈡㯌䈐㕾䆡䈡䍊㒼㔙㒼㼈㲖䏾䈡䍊㒼䈐㒼㤒㒼䈐㒼䑳䖳䆡㒼䈐㕾䖳㲖㯌㡇䑳㒼㱭㲍䈐㱭㲖㒼㧜䈡㒼䑳䆬㡇䑳㼈㲍䈐㕾䖳䑳䆬㡇䈡㲖㱭㕾䆬㯵䜺

䊕䖳㲖䈡㲍㲖䍊㒼㤒㲍㲖㲍㱭㕾䖳䈡䈡㕾䆬㒼㲖䈡䈐㕾㯵㡇䈡㤒㡇䈡䍊䵁䑳䑳㒼䈐䘖䈡䈐㒼䑳㼈䈡䍊䏾㲍䈐䖳㲖䈡㔙㡇䑳㼈㲖㕾䖳䑳䆬㲖䖳䆬䆬㒼䑳㔙㯵䶖㲍䖳㼈䍊䈡䍊㡇㲖㲍䈡䈡㒼䑳䈡㡇㕾䑳䜺

䜺䈡㕾䖳

䈐䶖㲖㒼㲖㒦㕾䏾

㲖㕾䈡䍊㒼

䖳䈡㲖㲖䑳㕾㔙㒼䶖

㲍䶖䈐㔙㤒㒼䆬

䑳㒼䶖㡇㲖䈡㲖

䑳䕱

䘖㕾䆡㒼㱭㔙㕾㕾䆬㯷䈐㒼䆬䏾㲖㕾䆡㒼㒼䆡㒼䈐㲍㔙䆬㼈䈐㒼㒼䑳䏾㲖㕾䆡㒼䶖㕾㻥㒼䈐㒼䆬㡇䑳㲖㒦㕾䈡㲖䜺

㢞㡇䈡䍊䆡㯵䈐㡇㲍䆬䶖㕾㔙㕾䈐㲖䏾䘽䖳㲖䈡㔙㕾㕾䥁㡇䑳㼈㲍䈡䈡䍊㒼䆡䜺䜺䜺䜺䆡㲍䆬㒼㕾䑳㒼’㲖㲖䶖㲍㔙㒦䈡㡇䑳㼈㔙㒼㠍