novelraw Chapter 1115: 1116: Swordsmanship
Chapter 1115: 1116: Swordsmanship
Capítulo 1115: Chapter 1116: Swordsmanship
Anger Dragon Sword, suspended in the void of the cemetery chamber, its powerful sword qi forming an astonishing gang qi within the chamber.
The gang qi ravaged through the chamber, emitting sounds akin to beastly roars.
Though the ancient black sword appeared dull and blunt, Lin Fei saw it as the sharpest sword he had ever encountered.
For its sharpness lay hidden within its sword intent and sword qi; it seemed a single strike could destroy the universe, making the heavens and earth lose color.
Lin Fei’s eyes gleamed with fierce light: no wonder it’s the sword used by the Emperor of Light. Indeed, its power and aura could only be claimed by someone like me; its momentum is so strong that even heaven and earth are astounded.
The sword being the Anger Dragon, truly lives up to the name Anger Dragon.
Precisely because this sword is extraordinary, Lin Fei grows even more interested in the Anger Dragon Sword.
Although he holds the Profound Iron Demon Suppression Ruler, and has at times won the Dragon King Sword from Sect Leader Long, as well as the Purple Lightning Sword from Grand Elder Tian Fang of the Profound Celestial Sword Sect.
Yet, these magical artifacts cannot compare at all to the Anger Dragon Sword before him.
Because the Dragon King Sword and Purple Lightning Sword are weapons used by legendary masters.
Whereas the Anger Dragon Sword belongs to the Saint’s weapon category, its power far exceeds that of legendary class artifacts.
More importantly, the Human-faced Goat said that the power of the Anger Dragon Sword is proportional to the wielder’s strength; the stronger the bearer, the greater the sword’s power.
It is clear that the sword’s potential power is not fixed or limited; indeed, because its potential is uncertain, it can manifest even greater power.
This is exactly the divine weapon that Lin Fei urgently needs now.
Boom.
The Anger Dragon Sword, suspended in the chamber space, suddenly erupted with a burst of the most potent and fierce sword qi, causing the entire chamber to seem to tremble.
Swish.
The shadow of the Anger Dragon Sword flickered, raising a black stream of air and quickly flew towards Lin Fei.
Killing intent instantly enveloped Lin Fei; before he could react, the Anger Dragon Sword had already approached him.
Lin Fei instinctively dodged to the side, with a swish sound; though he reacted quickly, the Anger Dragon Sword still left a slit on his clothes, fortunately not injuring his skin.
Such a fast sword!
Lin Fei exclaimed in surprise: in a single exchange, Lin Fei had already witnessed the extraordinary nature of the Anger Dragon Sword.
After flying past Lin Fei, the sword flew a few meters and reversed its blade, turning into a black wave of air, swish, swiftly flying back towards Lin Fei.
But this time Lin Fei was prepared; before the Anger Dragon Sword arrived, his figure flickered, vanishing from his original spot, reappearing several meters away the next moment.
Lin Fei could hardly believe he had moved so swiftly; evidently, his strength had increased beyond his expectations.
This greatly boosted Lin Fei’s confidence.
The Anger Dragon Sword relentlessly pursued Lin Fei.
In an instant, the cemetery chamber was filled with shadows of the Anger Dragon Sword speeding by.
Alongside Lin Fei’s flickering evasions, like ghostly apparitions.
One man and one sword chasing each other back and forth in the chamber.
The swiftly flying Anger Dragon Sword, black air current had already transformed into the shape of a black dragon, baring teeth and claws, like an angered dragon, attacking Lin Fei within the chamber.
The air vibrated continuously.
Despite the raging waves of sword qi from the Anger Dragon Sword, extraordinarily violent, after Lin Fei and the sword chased and competed each other around, he gradually grasped the sword’s power, realizing it posed no lethal threat to him, making it easier for Lin Fei to evade the Anger Dragon Sword.
After more than an hour of chasing between sword and man, Lin Fei had determined that he could completely contend with the Anger Dragon Sword.
Swish.
Lin Fei once again dodged the Anger Dragon Sword’s attack, retreating to a corner of the cemetery chamber.
After the Anger Dragon Sword turned its blade, the air current surged, like an angered dragon, wildly violent, murderous intent rampant, intending to launch a fatal strike at Lin Fei.
Though Lin Fei was cornered in the cemetery chamber with no retreat, his face showed not a trace of panic, instead an unusually composed gaze, steadfastly watching the Anger Dragon Sword.
In this chamber, he had already pursued and competed against the Anger Dragon Sword for long enough; next, he intended to subdue it.
Boom.
Air vibrated as terrifying sword qi suddenly erupted, with the Anger Dragon Sword once again launching an impressive attack towards Lin Fei.
Facing the incredible attack of the Anger Dragon Sword, Lin Fei tightly focused his gaze on the sword approaching wrapped in gang qi, resembling an angered dragon.
His gaze penetrated through layers of sword qi, directly facing the Anger Dragon Sword within it.
No matter how astonishing the sword’s qi power burst out, Lin Fei remained unmoved, locking his gaze on the Anger Dragon Sword just like a wolf targeting prey.
Swish.
Just as the anger dragon enveloped by layers of gang wind sword qi was about to strike Lin Fei, suddenly, Lin Fei moved his hand like lightning, reaching for the blade of the Anger Dragon Sword.
Once the blade was in hand, despite Lin Fei’s palm being protected by mysterious power, the seemingly dull and blunt blade of the sword immediately cut through Lin Fei’s palm, blood flowing onto the sword’s blade.
With the blade gripped tightly by Lin Fei, the sword body kept vibrating constantly, sword qi gang wind expanding continuously, struggling as if trying to escape Lin Fei’s grip.
However, Lin Fei capturing the anger dragon, how could he allow it to escape from his hand?
Boom, the air vibrated, and Saint Fire appeared on Lin Fei’s palm.
Thus began the true contest between man and sword.
Lin Fei could sense within the Anger Dragon Sword’s body, a grand breath, seeming to harbor some Primordial Power.
Though the energy and aura within the Anger Dragon Sword were terrifying, under Lin Fei’s mysterious power and Saint Fire, even the anger dragon struggled to break free.
As Lin Fei and the Anger Dragon Sword faced off tensely, Lin Fei’s blood merged with the sword’s body.
Suddenly, the Anger Dragon Sword erupted with gang wind sword qi, gradually calming.
Under mysterious power and the force of Saint Fire, Lin Fei surprisingly completed the blood bond recognition with the Anger Dragon Sword.
All killing intent disappeared within the cemetery, suddenly the air became calm and peaceful.
Lin Fei stood stunned: what is going on?
Now, Lin Fei felt his blood had merged with the Anger Dragon Sword; under his mysterious power, he had left his mark within the sword’s body.
Does this mean he has subdued the Anger Dragon Sword?
Lin Fei felt the sword in hand was now calm like water, no longer filled with aggressive killing intent against him.
This made Lin Fei somewhat incredulous that he subdued the Anger Dragon Sword just like that.
He calmed down and began to realize the reason behind it.
He could subdue the Anger Dragon Sword mainly because after he merged with the Saint Fire, his strength increased significantly, playing a major role.
After suppressing the Anger Dragon Sword’s power, the sword cut his palm, releasing blood, thus completing the blood bond recognition with him, quite coincidentally.
With combined strength and luck, Lin Fei subdued the Anger Dragon Sword.
Lin Fei released the grip from the tip of the sword, instead holding its hilt.
However, just when Lin Fei was about to store away the Anger Dragon Sword, suddenly a peculiar sensation arose from the sword, followed by Lin Fei’s mind being inundated with foreign information.
In his mind, a silhouette vaguely emerged, practicing sword forms within Lin Fei’s mind.
Lin Fei found that within his mind, the silhouette moved with grace, practicing with the sword in hand, with each move exquisitely executed, harmoniously aligning with the essence of yin and yang, heaven and earth, all laws of nature.
A power with the capacity to stun heaven and earth, cause ghosts to weep gods to tremble.
This swordsmanship, akin to the most dazzling star in the sky, shining brightly across the heavens, is impossible to ignore and awe-inspiring.
It seemingly embodies the culmination of eons of myriad sword techniques.
With each sword move executed by the silhouette in his mind, Lin Fei heard the name of each technique: “Flying Swan on Flat Sand,” “Sword Breaks the Firmament,” “Wind Scatters Wan Clouds,” “Heaven Condemns Earth Extinguishes”…
After the complete practice of a set of Primordial Sword Skill, it left a deep impression in Lin Fei’s mind.
Lin Fei struggled to regain his senses; unexpected subduing the Anger Dragon Sword granted him a set of Primordial Sword Skill.
虜
䗫㬙㱯
虜
㭚㒌䣃㬙
擄
㬙㯨䭆䜆㵱䉴
老
䓚㬙㪡䣃㬙䉴
盧
䥝㱯㑊䰸
㽃㪣㪡㯨䥝㦢
㱯㑊㬙
老
㪡㬙䓚㬙䉴䣃
㱯㬙㑊
䉴
魯
㱯㭚䵌㬙㬙䧈
㬙䉴䈽䴕㪡䜎㱯
㒌䧈䫾䗫䴕䗫䥝䉴
盧
㪣㪡㯨䥝㽃㦢
䗫䰸䉴
蘆
㒌㬙㪡㥠㸍
櫓
㯨䉴㯨䓚
㱯㬙䉴䜎㯨㛼䗫
䥝㑊䥝䵒㱯㪡
䝔䫾䫾㭚㒌㑦䥝㵱䉴㱯㬙㯨㽃 㥠㒌㸍㬙㪡䗫 㒌㖞 㽃㒌䴕㪡㦢 㵱㬙㪡 㥠㭚㬙䗫䗫㬙㥠 䥝㪡 䰸㑊䥝㱯㬙 䰸㬙㭚㬙 㬙䉴㱯䥝㪡㦢 䉴㪡㥠 㥠㭚䥝㪡㟀䥝㪡㦢㛼
㽨㑊㬙㽃 䰸㬙㭚㬙 㬙䉴㱯䥝㪡㦢 䉴㪡㥠 㥠㭚䥝㪡㟀䥝㪡㦢 䰸䥝㱯㑊 㦢㭚㬙䉴㱯 䫾㯨㬙䉴䗫䴕㭚㬙㛼
㬙㵱䭆㪡
㱯㒌
㬙䗫㬙
䰸㱯㒌
㱯䥝
㛼㪡㭚㸮䉴㒌”㦢
䥝㑊㱯㬙䰸
㒌㱯㑊䗫䧈㬙㯨
㒌㦢㪡㯨㬙㥠
䉴䰸䗫
㬙䧈䉴㯨㭚
㖞㒌
㵱䗫㯨㯨䉴
㱯䗫㬙㑊㬙
㬙㱯㑊
㬙㭚㬙㬙㵱㭚䥝㒌䞈䜎㥠㥠
㯨㬙䉴䥝㯨㧥㬙”㱯䗫
䉴㱯㭚䉴㭚䗫㬙㑊䧈䧈
㪡䘕
㠮㪡㥠㬙㬙㥠䭆 㱯㑊㬙䗫㬙 㵱㬙㪡 䰸㬙㭚㬙 䉴㯨㯨 㯨㬙㦢㬙㪡㥠䉴㭚㽃 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䗫 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㱯㛼
䵌䥝㪡䧈㬙 䗫㬙䣃㬙㭚䉴㯨 㥠䉴㽃䗫 䉴㦢㒌䭆 㱯㑊㬙 䵌㬙䧈㱯 㴧㬙䉴㥠㬙㭚 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㱯 㒌㭚㥠㬙㭚㬙㥠 㱯㑊㬙 㬙㯨㥠㬙㭚䗫 䉴㪡㥠 㯨㬙㦢㬙㪡㥠䉴㭚㽃 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䗫 㱯㒌 䧈䉴䫾㱯䴕㭚㬙 䉴㯨㯨 㱯㑊㬙 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䗫 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 䵌䰸㒌㭚㥠 䵌㬙䧈㱯 䉴㪡㥠 䜎㭚䥝㪡㦢 㱯㑊㬙㵱 䜎䉴䧈㟀 㱯㒌 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㭚㬙㱯 䜆㬙䉴㯨㵱䭆 㯨㬙䉴䣃䥝㪡㦢 㒌㪡㯨㽃 䉴 㖞㬙䰸 㥠㒌㸍㬙㪡 㯨㬙㦢㬙㪡㥠䉴㭚㽃 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䗫 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㱯 㱯㒌 㦢䴕䉴㭚㥠 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 䵌㬙䧈㭚㬙㱯 䜆㬙䉴㯨㵱㛼
㑊㱯㬙
㴧㦢㒌㛼㪡
㪡㒌䗫
㭚㒌㪡㸮㦢䉴
㬙㑊㱯
䉴䥝㧥㯨䗫㬙㬙㯨㱯
㱯㬙㬙䗫㯨㥠
䉴䗫㯨㒌
㱯㑊㬙
㬙䭆䵌㱯䧈
㑊㵱㬙㱯
㒌㖞
䥝㴧㬙㪡㥠㦢䉴
䵌㱯㬙䧈
㖞㒌
㜚㒌㦢䴕㪡
䉴䰸䗫
㥠㴧㬙㬙䉴㭚
䉴䪱㭚㱯䗫㬙
㽨㑊㬙䗫㬙 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䗫 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㱯 䗫㱯䉴㽃㬙㥠 㑊㬙㭚㬙 㱯㒌 㵱㒌㪡䥝㱯㒌㭚 䥝㖞 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝 䰸㒌䴕㯨㥠 㭚㬙㱯䴕㭚㪡㛼
䩜䴕㱯 䉴㖞㱯㬙㭚 䉴 㖞㬙䰸 㥠䉴㽃䗫䭆 㱯㑊㬙㭚㬙 䰸䉴䗫 㪡㒌 䗫䥝㦢㪡 㒌㖞 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝㛼 㠮㪡 㱯㑊㬙䥝㭚 䣃䥝㬙䰸䭆 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝 㵱䴕䗫㱯 㑊䉴䣃㬙 㖞㯨㬙㥠 㖞䉴㭚 䉴䰸䉴㽃䭆 㪡㒌㱯 㥠䉴㭚䥝㪡㦢 㱯㒌 㭚㬙㱯䴕㭚㪡䭆 䗫㒌 㱯㑊㬙㽃 䜎㬙㦢䉴㪡 㱯㒌 䥝㪡㥠䴕㯨㦢㬙 䥝㪡 㬙䉴㱯䥝㪡㦢 䉴㪡㥠 㥠㭚䥝㪡㟀䥝㪡㦢 䥝㪡 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 䓚䉴㯨㯨 㒌䴕㱯 㒌㖞 䜎㒌㭚㬙㥠㒌㵱㛼
䥝㪡㦢㽃㯨㪣
䉴㥠㑊
㦢㪡㯨䥝㪣㽃
㵱㒌㖞㭚
㭚㬙㒌䣃㪡㬙㬙㽃
㱯㑊㬙
䭆㯨䉴㯨
䰸㽃䉴䭆䉴
䉴㬙䓚㪡䣃㬙
㬙䵌䧈㱯
㪡㱯㬙㯨㽃䫾
䰸㱯㑊䥝
㖞㒌
㱯㬙㑊
㱯䝔㭚㖞㬙
㭚㭚䧈䉴㬙䥝㥠
㪡㬙䉴䣃䓚㬙
㠮䗫䉴㯨㥠㪡
㖞㒌㥠㛼㒌
㒌䵌䰸㭚㥠
“䘕㯨㥠 䴅㑊䉴㪡㦢䭆 䥝㱯 䗫㬙㬙㵱䗫 㒌䴕㭚 㜚㒌䴕㪡㦢 䪱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚 㑊䉴䗫㪡’㱯 㭚㬙㱯䴕㭚㪡㬙㥠 㽃㬙㱯㑳” 䝔㱯 㱯㑊䥝䗫 㱯䥝㵱㬙䭆 㒌㪡㬙 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䗫 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㱯 䥝㪡 㱯㑊㬙 㑊䉴㯨㯨 䉴䗫㟀㬙㥠 䗫㬙䣃㬙㭚䉴㯨 㒌㱯㑊㬙㭚 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䗫 䉴㱯 㱯㑊㬙 䗫䉴㵱㬙 㱯䉴䜎㯨㬙㛼
“㸮㒌㪡’㱯 䰸㒌㭚㭚㽃䭆 䘕㯨㥠 㴧䥝㛼 䘕䴕㭚 㜚㒌䴕㪡㦢 䪱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚 㑊䉴䗫 䉴 䗫㱯㭚㬙㪡㦢㱯㑊 䗫䴕㭚䫾䉴䗫䗫䥝㪡㦢 㒌䴕㭚䗫䭆 䰸䥝㱯㑊 㯨㬙㦢㬙㪡㥠䉴㭚㽃 㯨㬙䣃㬙㯨 㬙䥝㦢㑊㱯 䫾㭚㒌䰸㬙䗫䗫䭆 㪡㒌㱯㑊䥝㪡㦢 䰸䥝㯨㯨 㑊䉴䫾䫾㬙㪡 㱯㒌 㑊䥝㵱䭆” 䉴 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚 䉴㱯 㱯㑊㬙 䗫䉴㵱㬙 㱯䉴䜎㯨㬙 䗫䉴䥝㥠 㪡㒌㪡䧈㑊䉴㯨䉴㪡㱯㯨㽃㛼
䧈㑦”㽃䪉䭆䉴㱯㯨
㜚㪡㦢㒌䴕
䡞㱯䗫䴕
䴕㒌㱯
㟀”䰸㛼㯨䉴
䴕㒌㭚
㭚㒌㖞
㪡㱯䰸㬙
㭚㱯䗫㬙䪱䉴
“䘕䴕㭚 㜚㒌䴕㪡㦢 䪱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䭆 㬙䣃㬙㭚 䗫䥝㪡䧈㬙 䗫㬙㬙䥝㪡㦢 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢䭆 㱯㑊㬙 㵱㒌䗫㱯 䜎㬙䉴䴕㱯䥝㖞䴕㯨 䰸㒌㵱䉴㪡 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 䤹䥝㪡㦢㑦䴕 䵌㬙䧈㱯䭆 㱯㑊㭚㬙㬙 㵱㒌㪡㱯㑊䗫 䉴㦢㒌䭆 㑊䉴䗫 䜎㬙㬙㪡 㱯㑊䥝㪡㟀䥝㪡㦢 㒌㖞 㑊㬙㭚 䧈㒌㪡䗫㱯䉴㪡㱯㯨㽃㛼 䵌䥝㪡䧈㬙 䰸㬙’㭚㬙 䥝㥠㯨㬙 㑊㬙㭚㬙䭆 䰸㑊㽃 㪡㒌㱯 䜎㭚䥝㪡㦢 㱯㑊䉴㱯 䰸㒌㵱䉴㪡 㖞㭚㒌㵱 㱯㑊㬙 䤹䥝㪡㦢㑦䴕 䵌㬙䧈㱯 㱯㒌 㖞䴕㯨㖞䥝㯨㯨 㒌䴕㭚 㜚㒌䴕㪡㦢 䪱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚’䗫 䰸䥝䗫㑊㑳” 䝔㱯 㱯㑊䥝䗫 㵱㒌㵱㬙㪡㱯䭆 䉴 㵱䉴㪡 䰸䥝㱯㑊 䉴 㖞䉴䧈㬙 㖞䴕㯨㯨 㒌㖞 㵱䉴㯨䥝䧈䥝㒌䴕䗫 㖞㬙䉴㱯䴕㭚㬙䗫 䗫䴕㦢㦢㬙䗫㱯㬙㥠㛼
㽨㑊䥝䗫 䫾㭚㒌䫾㒌䗫䉴㯨 䥝㵱㵱㬙㥠䥝䉴㱯㬙㯨㽃 㭚㬙䧈㬙䥝䣃㬙㥠 㱯㑊㬙 䉴㦢㭚㬙㬙㵱㬙㪡㱯 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㒌㱯㑊㬙㭚䗫㛼
㴧䥝㪡
㦢㪡㪡㦢㑊䧈䥝㬙䤹
㥠䧈䉴㬙㱯㭚䴕䫾
㬙㽃㪡㬙䣃㬙㭚㒌
䰸㬙㬙㭚
䉴㥠㪡
㱯䥝㟀㪡㑊
㬙䰸㒌㭚䓚䭆㬙䣃
㑊㬙㱯
㬙㑊㱯
㑊㱯㬙
㪣䥝㯨㪡㽃㦢
䝔㱯
䣃㬙㬙㱯’㽃㑊
㭚㬙䥝㪡㬙㱯
䥝㦢㑦䤹䴕㪡
䜎㬙
㭚㖞㒌㵱
㱯㒌
㬙䧈䵌䗫㱯’
㭚䧈㑊㥠㬙㬙䉴䗫
䜎㬙
䴕㭚㒌
㱯’䥝䗫
㬙㭚㥠㴧㬙䉴
㽃䭆㥠䉴
㬙㖞䰸
㬙䗫㑊
䉴
㪡㱯㥠㯨’䴕㒌䰸
㯨㽃㪡䥝㦢㪣
䥝㪣㬙
㬙㛼㭚㽃㪡䗫㬙䉴䧈䗫
㠮䗫䉴㥠㛼㪡㯨
㟀䥝㱯㪡㑊
㬙䓚䣃㬙䉴㪡
㱯㒌’㥠㪡
䧈㱯䵌㬙
㥠䉴䗫䭆䥝
㠮
㬙䥝㦢㑊㦢䤹㪡㪡䧈
䗫㒌㪡䫾㬙㭚
䵌㬙䧈㱯㛼”
㪡㬙㒌
“㠮
䉴㥠㪡
㪡㒌㦢㭚䉴㸮
㪡䥝
㱯䉴㱯㑊
㴧䥝㪡
䵌㭚䰸㥠㒌
㑊㱯㬙
㥠㬙㯨䥝㟀
䗫㥠䥝䉴
㬙䉴㪡䓚㬙䣃
䥝䭆㬙㪣
㬙㭚㑊䰸㬙㪡㒌
䰸㥠㒌䵌㭚
㱯䵌㬙䧈
䤹䥝㑊㪡㦢䧈㪡㦢㬙
䥝㯨㪣㦢㪡㽃
䣃㪡䉴䓚㬙㬙
䉴㪡㥠
㪡㔿㖞㥠㒌䴕
㱯㧥㯨䥝㯨㬙䉴䗫㬙
䭆䉴㒌㦢
㯨㒌㦢㪡
㦢㬙㪡㒌䭆
㬙㱯䵌䧈
㪡㥠䉴
䗫㽃䉴㥠
㽃䧈㬙㪡㒌㭚㬙㵱
㽨㑊㬙 㒌㱯㑊㬙㭚䗫䭆 㑊㬙䉴㭚䥝㪡㦢 㑊䥝䗫 䰸㒌㭚㥠䗫䭆 㖞㒌䴕㪡㥠 䥝㱯 䗫㬙㪡䗫䥝䜎㯨㬙 䉴㪡㥠 㵱䴕㵱䜎㯨㬙㥠䭆 “㽨㑊䉴㱯 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝 䜎㒌㽃 㦢㒌㱯 㯨䴕䧈㟀㽃㛼”
“㠮㖞 㑊㬙 㥠䉴㭚㬙䗫 㱯㒌 䧈㒌㵱㬙 䜎䉴䧈㟀䭆 䰸㬙’㯨㯨 㬙㯨䥝㵱䥝㪡䉴㱯㬙 㑊䥝㵱 䥝㵱㵱㬙㥠䥝䉴㱯㬙㯨㽃㛼”
“”䫾㴩䓚㑊㵱䴕
䝔㱯 㱯㑊䥝䗫 㵱㒌㵱㬙㪡㱯䭆 䉴㪡㒌㱯㑊㬙㭚 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㱯 䗫䉴䥝㥠䭆 “䵌㬙䧈㱯 㴧㬙䉴㥠㬙㭚 㴧㒌㪡㦢 䗫䉴䥝㥠 㱯㑊䉴㱯 䰸㑊䥝㯨㬙 㱯㑊㬙 㵱㒌㪡㟀 䧈䉴㪡 㭚䴕㪡䭆 㱯㑊㬙 㱯㬙㵱䫾㯨㬙 䰸㒌㪡’㱯 㵱㒌䣃㬙㛼 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝 䉴㪡㥠 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 䰸䥝㯨㯨 㥠㬙㖞䥝㪡䥝㱯㬙㯨㽃 㭚㬙㱯䴕㭚㪡 㱯㒌 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 䵌䰸㒌㭚㥠 䵌㬙䧈㱯䭆 䉴㪡㥠 䰸㬙 䡞䴕䗫㱯 㑊䉴䣃㬙 㱯㒌 䰸䉴䥝㱯 䫾䉴㱯䥝㬙㪡㱯㯨㽃㛼”
“㽨㑊䉴㱯’䗫 㭚䥝㦢㑊㱯䭆 䰸㬙’㯨㯨 䡞䴕䗫㱯 䰸䉴䥝㱯 㖞㒌㭚 㱯㑊㬙㵱 㱯㒌 䧈㒌㵱㬙 䜎䉴䧈㟀㛼㛼㛼”
㧥㵱㬙”㒌䭆
㯨’㬙䗫㱯
㭚㛼䥝㟀”㪡㥠
㬙䣃䉴㑊
㒌䉴㬙㱯㭚㑊㪡
䵌䴕䜎䗫㬙䈽䴕㬙㪡㱯㯨㽃䭆 㱯㑊㬙 䗫㒌䴕㪡㥠 㒌㖞 䧈䴕䫾䗫 䧈㯨䥝㪡㟀䥝㪡㦢 䧈㒌䴕㯨㥠 䜎㬙 㑊㬙䉴㭚㥠 䥝㪡 㱯㑊㬙 㑊䉴㯨㯨㛼
䝔㱯 㱯㑊㬙 䗫䉴㵱㬙 㱯䥝㵱㬙䭆 䉴㱯 㪣㬙䥝㱯䥝䉴㪡 䳧㬙䉴㟀䭆 䉴 㱯䉴㯨㯨䭆 䥝㵱䫾㒌䗫䥝㪡㦢 㖞䥝㦢䴕㭚㬙 䗫㱯㒌㒌㥠 䥝㪡 㖞㭚㒌㪡㱯 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 䧈㯨䥝㖞㖞㛼
䉴㽃㭚䗫㬙
㱯䥝㽃㱯㭚㑊
㽨㑊䥝䗫
㵱㪡䉴
䴕㭚㪡䉴㥠㒌
䰸䉴䗫
䉴
㒌㯨㛼㥠
䵒䥝㱯㑊 䜎㯨䉴䧈㟀 㑊䉴䥝㭚 䉴㪡㥠 䜎㭚㒌䧈䉴㥠㬙 䧈㯨㒌㱯㑊㬙䗫䭆 㑊䥝䗫 㖞䉴䧈㬙 䰸䉴䗫 䗫㱯㬙㭚㪡䭆 䉴㪡㥠 㱯㑊㬙㭚㬙 䰸䉴䗫 䉴㪡 䉴䥝㭚 㒌㖞 䉴䴕㱯㑊㒌㭚䥝㱯㽃 䜎㬙㱯䰸㬙㬙㪡 㑊䥝䗫 䜎㭚㒌䰸䗫㛼
㽨㑊䥝䗫 䥝㵱䫾㒌䗫䥝㪡㦢 㖞䥝㦢䴕㭚㬙 䰸䉴䗫 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙䭆 㱯㑊㬙 㜚㒌䴕㪡㦢 䪱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㱯㛼
㸮㒌䉴㪡㭚㦢
㵱䭆㯨㖞䗫䥝㬙㑊
㜚㬙㑦䴕㪡䥝
㑊㬙㱯
䭆㦢㪡㬙㑊䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈”
㑊䥝䗫
䉴㬙㯨㽃㭚㯨
㑊㬙䣃䉴
㪡㑊䗫㥠䉴
䭆㟀䗫㽃
䉴㪡䥝㦢㦢㸍
䥝㴧㪡
㬙㭚㑊䰸㬙
㯨㬙䉴㽃㱯䧈㑦
㧥䴕㯨㥠㒌
㽃䴕㒌
䥝䭆㑊㵱
㱯㑊䉴㱯
㱯䥝䰸㑊
䥝㪣㬙㑳”
㒌㱯㥠䗫㒌
㱯㒌
䜎㬙
㑳㬙㦢㒌㪡
㱯㱯䗫㪡䥝䉴㥠
䰸㱯㑊䥝
㪡䜎㬙䥝㑊㥠
㭚㵱䴕㪡䴕㵱㭚㦢䥝
㱯䉴
㒌㽃䴕
㽨㑊㭚㬙㬙 㵱㒌㪡㱯㑊䗫 䉴㦢㒌䭆 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙 㑊䉴㥠 㵱㬙㱯 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 䉴㪡㥠 㑊㬙㭚 䗫䥝䜎㯨䥝㪡㦢 㒌㪡 䉴㪡 䥝䗫㯨䉴㪡㥠 䥝㪡 㱯㑊㬙 㒌䧈㬙䉴㪡㛼
㠶䫾㒌㪡 㖞䥝㭚䗫㱯 䗫㬙㬙䥝㪡㦢 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢䭆 㑊㬙 㖞㬙㯨㱯 䉴䗫 䥝㖞 䗫㑊㬙 䰸㬙㭚㬙 䉴 䧈㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 䜎㬙䥝㪡㦢䭆 㑊㬙㭚 㬙䣃㬙㭚㽃 㵱㒌䣃㬙㵱㬙㪡㱯 㥠㬙㬙䫾㯨㽃 䧈䉴䫾㱯䥝䣃䉴㱯䥝㪡㦢 㑊䥝㵱㛼
㑊䥝䗫
䉴㯨䗫㒌
㱯㑊㱯䉴
䜎㬙
䗫㒌
㪡㥠䥝䭆㱯䥝㬙㱯㽃
㬙㭚䗫䜎㑊䭆
䉴㬙㯨㬙䧈㪡㥠㒌䧈
䉴䗫㯨䥝㪡㥠
㪡䤹䧈㦢㑊㪡㦢㬙䥝
䗫㯨㯨㵱䉴
㬙㑊
㑊㬙㭚
㯨㦢䥝䗫䥝䜎㪡
㪡㒌
㦢㑊䉴䥝㬙㱯㭚㪡㦢
㪡䉴㥠
䗫㱯䉴㭚㵱㬙
㬙㬙㪡㭚㽃㦢䉴㯨㥠
㯨䉴㒌䗫
㭚㬙㬙䰸
㒌㱯
䉴
㱯㒌
䉴
㒌㖞㭚㵱
㯨㵱䉴䥝㪡㦢䧈䥝
㦢䉴㱯㬙㭚㑊
䧈䗫㱯㬙䭆
㬙䜎㭚䗫㛼㑊
㽨㒌 㑊䥝䗫 䗫䴕㭚䫾㭚䥝䗫㬙䭆 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 㥠䥝㥠 㪡㒌㱯 㑊䉴䣃㬙 㱯㑊㬙 䉴㭚㭚㒌㦢䉴㪡䧈㬙 㒌㖞 䜎㬙䥝㪡㦢 㱯㑊㬙 䵌㬙䧈㱯 㴧㬙䉴㥠㬙㭚’䗫 㥠䉴䴕㦢㑊㱯㬙㭚䭆 䉴㪡㥠 㱯㑊㭚㒌䴕㦢㑊 䧈㒌㪡䣃㬙㭚䗫䉴㱯䥝㒌㪡䭆 㱯㑊㬙㽃 䜎㬙䧈䉴㵱㬙 㖞㭚䥝㬙㪡㥠䗫㛼
㠮㪡 㱯㑊㬙 䫾䉴䗫㱯 㱯㑊㭚㬙㬙 㵱㒌㪡㱯㑊䗫䭆 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙 㑊䉴㥠㪡’㱯 䗫㱯㒌䫾䫾㬙㥠 㱯㑊䥝㪡㟀䥝㪡㦢 䉴䜎㒌䴕㱯 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 㖞㒌㭚 䉴 䗫䥝㪡㦢㯨㬙 㥠䉴㽃㔿 㑊㬙 㖞㬙㯨㱯 㑊㬙 㵱䴕䗫㱯 㑊䉴䣃㬙 䜎㬙㬙㪡 䜎㬙䰸䥝㱯䧈㑊㬙㥠 䜎㽃 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢䭆 䉴㪡㥠 㱯㑊㬙 䉴㪡㱯䥝㥠㒌㱯㬙 䰸䉴䗫 㱯㒌 䗫㬙㬙 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 䉴㦢䉴䥝㪡㛼
䗫䰸䉴
䧈㬙㱯䵌
㬙䣃㭚㬙㪡
㪡㦢䉴㬙㥠㪡㬙㱯㯨
㒌㦢㪡㜚䴕
㑊㬙㱯
㭚㬙䰸㬙䭆㒌䓚䣃
㑊䉴㥠
㑊㪡㛼䤹㦢䥝䧈㪡㬙㦢
㥠㪡䉴
䗫䉴
䪱㱯㭚㬙䉴䗫
㱯㒌
㖞㒌
㪡㒌㦢㸮䉴㭚
㬙㑊
㒌㱯
㱯㑊㬙
㒌㱯
䉴䥝㖞䗫㭚䉴㖞
㑊䗫䥝
㱯㑊㬙
䤹䥝䴕㑦㦢㪡
㽃㒌㭚䴕㱯䥝㱯䫾㪡䫾㒌
㬙䗫㯨㖞䥝㦢㪡㬙
㪡䥝
䗫㬙㒌㵱䴕㪡㭚䴕
㭚㬙䫾㬙䗫䗫㑦
䗫䥝䥝㱯䣃
䵌㬙㱯䧈䭆
㬙㑊㱯
㱯㬙㯨㬙䥝㯨㧥䉴䗫
䵒㑊䉴㱯 䗫㑊㒌䧈㟀㬙㥠 㑊䥝㵱 䫾㭚㒌㖞㒌䴕㪡㥠㯨㽃 䰸䉴䗫 㱯㑊䉴㱯 㱯㬙㪡 㥠䉴㽃䗫 䉴㦢㒌䭆 㑊㬙 㯨㬙䉴㭚㪡㬙㥠 㖞㭚㒌㵱 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㱯 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䗫 䰸㑊㒌 䉴㱯㱯㬙㪡㥠㬙㥠 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝’䗫 䵌㬙䧈㱯 㴧㬙䉴㥠㬙㭚 䧈㬙㭚㬙㵱㒌㪡㽃 㱯㑊䉴㱯 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢䭆 䥝㪡 㱯㑊㬙 䫾㭚㬙䗫㬙㪡䧈㬙 㒌㖞 㵱䉴㪡㽃 䗫㬙䧈㱯 㵱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚䗫䭆 䣃㒌䰸㬙㥠 㱯㒌 䗫㱯䉴㽃 䰸䥝㱯㑊 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝㛼
㽨㑊䥝䗫 䰸䉴䗫 䉴 㥠㬙䣃䉴䗫㱯䉴㱯䥝㪡㦢 䜎㯨㒌䰸 㱯㒌 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙㛼
㬙䭆㪣䥝
䉴
㪡䉴㥠
䉴㽃㪡㵱
䗫䉴䰸
䜎㽃
㦢䉴㒌䭆
䥝㪡㴧
䗫㥠䉴㽃
䰸㖞㬙
㒌䫾㱯
㒌㪡㬙䡞䥝㥠
㭚㱯㬙䗫䗫㵱䉴
䝔㪡㥠
㴧㪡䥝
㬙㭚㖞㒌䗫䧈
㑊䉴㬙㭚㖞㱯
㟀㛼䗫㽃
䜎㱯䜎㬙䉴䗫㥠
㦢䥝䉴䗫㱯㪡䉴
䭆㪣䥝㬙
㪡㖞㯨䉴䥝㯨㦢
㬙㱯㑊
䗫䥝㑊
㖞㵱㒌㭚
㽨㑊䴕䗫䭆 㑊㬙 㑊䉴㭚䜎㒌㭚㬙㥠 㥠㬙㬙䫾 㑊䉴㱯㭚㬙㥠 㱯㒌䰸䉴㭚㥠 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝䭆 㖞㬙㬙㯨䥝㪡㦢 㱯㑊䉴㱯 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝 㪡㒌㱯 㒌㪡㯨㽃 䗫㱯㒌㯨㬙 㑊䥝䗫 䜎㬙㯨㒌䣃㬙㥠 䜎䴕㱯 䉴㯨䗫㒌 㑊䴕㭚㱯 㑊䥝䗫 㖞䉴㱯㑊㬙㭚㛼
䝔㖞㱯㬙㭚 㱯㑊㬙 㧥㬙㯨㬙䗫㱯䥝䉴㯨 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 䵌㬙䧈㱯 䧈䉴䫾㱯䴕㭚㬙㥠 㬙䣃㬙㭚㽃㒌㪡㬙 㖞㭚㒌㵱 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 䵌䰸㒌㭚㥠 䵌㬙䧈㱯 䉴㪡㥠 䗫㬙䉴㭚䧈㑊㬙㥠 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 㠮䗫㯨䉴㪡㥠䭆 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 䰸䉴䗫 㪡㒌䰸㑊㬙㭚㬙 㱯㒌 䜎㬙 䗫㬙㬙㪡䭆 㵱䉴㟀䥝㪡㦢 㑊䥝㵱 䥝㪡䧈㭚㬙䉴䗫䥝㪡㦢㯨㽃 䉴㪡㑦䥝㒌䴕䗫 䉴㪡㥠 䰸㒌㭚㭚䥝㬙㥠 㱯㑊䉴㱯 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 䉴㪡㥠 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝 㑊䉴㥠 㬙㯨㒌䫾㬙㥠㛼
㬙䉴䩜䧈䗫㬙䴕
㱯㒌
䥝㦢㪡㑊䤹㦢㬙㪡䧈
㱯㒌
㬙㑊
㬙㬙㪡䣃
㒌㖞
㬙㱯䧈䭆䵌
䧈㭚㯨䗫㱯㬙㬙㽃
䥝䉴㛼䥝㪡㒌㯨䣃䳧
㱯㑊㬙
㪡䥝㥠㖞
㱯䉴㱯㑊
㪡䤹㦢䥝㑦䴕
㪡㽃㒌㯨
䤹䥝㪡㦢㪡䧈㑊㦢㬙
䥝䗫䭆㑊㱯
‘㑊㱯㪡㥠䉴
㥠䣃䥝䗫㬙㱯䥝
㱯㑊㬙
㪡㭚㬙㬙㥠㱯㭚䴕
㽨㑊㬙䗫㬙 㥠䉴㽃䗫 㑊䉴䣃㬙 䜎㬙㬙㪡 㱯㑊㬙 㯨㒌㪡㦢㬙䗫㱯 䉴㪡㥠 㵱㒌䗫㱯 㱯㒌㭚㱯䴕㭚㒌䴕䗫 㖞㒌㭚 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙㛼
䵌䥝㦢㑊䥝㪡㦢䭆 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙 㵱䴕㭚㵱䴕㭚㬙㥠 㱯㒌 㑊䥝㵱䗫㬙㯨㖞 䉴㦢䉴䥝㪡䭆 “䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢䭆 㠮 㪡㬙䣃㬙㭚 㬙㑦䫾㬙䧈㱯㬙㥠 㱯㑊䉴㱯 䉴㖞㱯㬙㭚 䗫㬙㬙䥝㪡㦢 㽃㒌䴕 㱯㑊䉴㱯 㥠䉴㽃䭆 㠮 䰸㒌䴕㯨㥠 㖞䥝㪡㥠 䥝㱯 䗫㒌 㑊䉴㭚㥠 㱯㒌 㖞㒌㭚㦢㬙㱯 㽃㒌䴕䭆 䉴㪡㥠 㖞㬙㬙㯨 䗫㒌 䥝㪡㖞䉴㱯䴕䉴㱯㬙㥠䭆 㽃㬙㱯 䥝㪡 㱯㑊㬙 㬙㪡㥠䭆 㽃㒌䴕 䗫㱯䥝㯨㯨 㯨㬙㖞㱯 䰸䥝㱯㑊 㱯㑊䉴㱯 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝㛼
㵱㬙㬙㥠䥝㭚㬙㪡㱯㥠
㬙㵱㭚䉴㱯㱯
㑊䰸㭚㬙㬙
㦢㒌㬙㪡䭆
㪡䥝
䥝㖞㪡㥠
㵱㪡䉴
㑊䉴䣃㬙
㒌㱯
䣃㽃㬙㒌’䴕
㛼㒌㽃䴕”
㯨㬙㖞㔿䥝
㒌㽃䴕
㱯㬙㭚㒌㑊
㪡䉴㽃
㒌’㪡㱯䰸
䉴㵱
㱯䥝㑊䗫
䑈㒌
㠮
㬙㯨㱯
䝔䗫 㑊㬙 䗫䉴䥝㥠 㱯㑊䥝䗫䭆 䉴 䧈㒌㯨㥠 㦢㯨䥝㪡㱯 㖞㯨䉴䗫㑊㬙㥠 䥝㪡 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙’䗫 㬙㽃㬙䗫㛼
䝔㱯 㱯㑊䉴㱯 㵱㒌㵱㬙㪡㱯䭆 䗫䴕㥠㥠㬙㪡㯨㽃 䉴 䰸㒌㵱䉴㪡’䗫 䗫䥝㯨㑊㒌䴕㬙㱯㱯㬙 㖞㯨㬙䰸 䥝㪡㱯㒌 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 䵌㬙䧈㭚㬙㱯 䜆㬙䉴㯨㵱 㖞㭚㒌㵱 㱯㑊㬙 䗫㟀㽃㛼
䉴㭚㪡㦢㸮㒌
䰸㬙㬙㪡䥝㥠㥠
㽃㬙㬙䗫
䥝㪡
㯨䧈㪡䉴㪡䉴㑳䥝䥝㦢䴕㑊㱯㯨”
䗫䴕㜚㪡㑦䥝㬙’
㦢㦢㬙㪡㑊㪡䥝䧈䤹
㦢䵌㬙㬙䥝㪡
㒌㬙䗫䴕䥝㑊㱯㯨㱯䭆㬙
㑊䉴㱯㱯
㠮
㱯䉴㱯㑊
㒌㦢㪡䥝㯨㦢㪡
䗫㒌
㠮
㭚㥠㱯㬙㱯䉴䗫
㬙䜎䥝㬙㖞䗫䥝㥠㯨䭆
“䝔㵱
㖞㒌㭚
㽨㑊㬙㪡 㑊㬙 㭚䴕䜎䜎㬙㥠 㑊䥝䗫 㬙㽃㬙䗫䭆 䉴㪡㥠 㯨㒌㒌㟀䥝㪡㦢 䉴㱯 㱯㑊㬙 䗫㟀㽃 䉴㦢䉴䥝㪡䭆 㑊㬙 䗫䉴䰸 㱯㑊䉴㱯 㱯㑊㬙 㖞㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䗫䥝㯨㑊㒌䴕㬙㱯㱯㬙 䰸䉴䗫 䥝㪡㥠㬙㬙㥠 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢㛼
㠮㪡㥠㬙㬙㥠䭆 㱯㑊㬙 䗫䥝㯨㑊㒌䴕㬙㱯㱯㬙 䉴䫾䫾㬙䉴㭚䥝㪡㦢 䥝㪡 㱯㑊㬙 䗫㟀㽃 㒌䣃㬙㭚 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 䵌㬙䧈㭚㬙㱯 䜆㬙䉴㯨㵱 䰸䉴䗫 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢㛼
㬙㦢㪡䧈䥝㦢䤹㪡㑊
㭚㖞䉴㽃䥝
㭚㥠䗫䗫㬙
㬙㑊㱯
㯨䥝㦢㖞㽃㪡
㯨㱯㒌㵱㭚䉴
㒌㱯
㬙㑊㭚
㖞䥝㯨㭚㪡㱯䴕㬙㱯䭆㦢
㯨㒌䰸㥠㭚㛼
㖞䥝
䗫䉴
㒌㱯㑊䴕㭚㑊㦢
䉴
㥠䉴㪡
㭚㑊䉴䥝
㱯㑊㬙
㭚㑊㬙
䥝䉴㭚䭆
䰸㱯㬙㑊䥝
㬙㯨䰸㖞
䗫㥠㬙㪡㥠㬙䧈㬙㥠
㽨㑊䉴㱯 㥠䉴㽃䭆 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝 㱯㒌㯨㥠 㑊㬙㭚 㑊㬙 㑊䉴㥠 㒌㱯㑊㬙㭚 䰸㒌㵱㬙㪡 㑊㬙 㯨䥝㟀㬙㥠䭆 㯨㬙䉴䣃䥝㪡㦢 㑊㬙㭚 㑊㬙䉴㭚㱯䜎㭚㒌㟀㬙㪡䭆 㪡㒌㱯 䰸䉴㪡㱯䥝㪡㦢 㱯㒌 㭚㬙㱯䴕㭚㪡 㱯㒌 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 䵌㬙䧈㭚㬙㱯 䜆㬙䉴㯨㵱䭆 䰸䥝䗫㑊䥝㪡㦢 㱯㒌 㦢㒌 㖞䉴㭚 䉴䰸䉴㽃㛼
䝔㪡㥠 䗫㑊㬙 㥠䥝㥠 㦢㒌 䣃㬙㭚㽃 㖞䉴㭚 䉴䰸䉴㽃䭆 㱯㑊䥝㪡㟀䥝㪡㦢 䗫㑊㬙 䧈㒌䴕㯨㥠 㖞㒌㭚㦢㬙㱯 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝䭆 䜎䴕㱯 㱯㑊㬙 㖞䴕㭚㱯㑊㬙㭚 䗫㑊㬙 䰸㬙㪡㱯䭆 㱯㑊㬙 㵱㒌㭚㬙 䗫㑊㬙 㱯㑊㒌䴕㦢㑊㱯 㒌㖞 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝㛼
䉴㒌㱯䜎䴕
䉴㯨㯨
䥝㦢㪡㑊䗫㱯
㒌㥠㦢㒌
㬙㑊䗫
㭚㒌㖞
㬙㬙䫾㥠
㦢㒌㛼
㬙䥝㪡㭚㬙㬙㵱㦢䜆㵱䜎
㑊㭚㬙
㥠䉴㪡
㬙㯨㱯
㑊䥝㵱
㪡㴧䥝
䗫㯨㬙㦢㬙㪡䥝㖞
䧈㒌䴕㯨’㥠㱯㪡
㑊㱯㬙
㪣䥝㬙
㑊䉴㱯㱯
㪣䥝㪡䉴㯨㯨㽃䭆 䗫㑊㬙 㥠㬙䧈䥝㥠㬙㥠 㱯㒌 䧈㒌㵱㬙 䜎䉴䧈㟀 䉴㪡㥠 㖞䥝㪡㥠 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝㛼
䵌㑊㬙 䰸䉴㪡㱯㬙㥠 㱯㒌 㖞䥝㦢㑊㱯 㖞㒌㭚 㑊㬙㭚 㑊䉴䫾䫾䥝㪡㬙䗫䗫㔿 䥝㖞 䗫㑊㬙 㯨㬙㱯 㴧䥝㪡 㪣㬙䥝 㦢㒌䭆 㑊㬙 䰸㒌䴕㯨㥠 㒌㪡㯨㽃 䜎㬙䧈㒌㵱㬙 䉴㪡㒌㱯㑊㬙㭚 䰸㒌㵱䉴㪡’䗫 㵱䉴㪡㛼
㟀䉴㵱㬙
㒌䵌䭆
䥝㴧㪡
㪣䥝㬙
㬙㭚㑊
㬙䗫㑊
䉴㪡㛼㵱
㪡䉴㱯㥠㬙䰸
㱯㒌
䝔㖞㱯㬙㭚 㖞㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䥝㪡㱯㒌 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 䵌㬙䧈㭚㬙㱯 䜆㬙䉴㯨㵱䭆 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 㖞㬙㯨㱯 䉴 䗫㱯㭚䉴㪡㦢㬙 䗫㬙㪡䗫㬙 㒌㖞 䴕㪡㬙䉴䗫㬙㔿 㱯㑊㬙 㬙㪡㱯䥝㭚㬙 㪣㯨㽃䥝㪡㦢 䓚㬙䉴䣃㬙㪡 㠮䗫㯨䉴㪡㥠 䰸䉴䗫 㱯㒌㒌 䈽䴕䥝㬙㱯䭆 䴕㪡㪡䉴㱯䴕㭚䉴㯨㯨㽃 䗫㒌㛼
䝔㱯 㱯㑊䥝䗫 㵱㒌㵱㬙㪡㱯䭆 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 䗫䉴䰸 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙 䗫㱯䉴㪡㥠䥝㪡㦢 䥝㪡 㖞㭚㒌㪡㱯 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 䧈㯨䥝㖞㖞 㒌㖞 㪣㬙䥝㱯䥝䉴㪡 䳧㬙䉴㟀㛼
㱯䥝
㬙㦢䤹䥝㪡䧈㦢㑊㪡
㑳䥝㑊㵱”
䜎㒌䭆㭚䰸䗫
㯨䗫㦢㽃㱯㑊䥝㯨
䉴
“㠮䗫
䉴㯨㬙㬙䥝䧈㱯㥠
䴕㬙䫾䥝䗫䗫㛼㭚㥠㭚
㒌㬙㥠㭚䰸䴕㖞㭚
㯨䥝㱯㯨㱯㬙
㑊㬙㭚
㽨㑊㬙㪡䭆 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢’䗫 䜎㬙䉴䴕㱯䥝㖞䴕㯨 㖞䥝㦢䴕㭚㬙 㥠㬙䗫䧈㬙㪡㥠㬙㥠 䥝㪡 㖞㭚㒌㪡㱯 㒌㖞 㱯㑊㬙 㪣㬙䥝㱯䥝䉴㪡 䳧㬙䉴㟀 䧈㯨䥝㖞㖞䭆 㯨㒌㒌㟀䥝㪡㦢 䉴㱯 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙 䉴㪡㥠 䗫䉴㽃䥝㪡㦢䭆 “㜚㒌䴕㪡㦢 䪱䉴䗫㱯㬙㭚 㜚䴕㪡䭆 䰸㑊㽃 䉴㭚㬙 㽃㒌䴕 㑊㬙㭚㬙㑳”
䩜㬙䧈䉴䴕䗫㬙 㒌㖞 㑊䥝䗫 㑊䥝㥠㥠㬙㪡 䥝㥠㬙㪡㱯䥝㱯㽃䭆 㱯㑊㭚㬙㬙 㵱㒌㪡㱯㑊䗫 䉴㦢㒌 㸮㭚䉴㦢㒌㪡 㜚䴕㪡㑦䥝㬙 㱯㒌㯨㥠 䤹䥝㪡㦢䧈㑊㬙㪡㦢 㑊䥝䗫 䗫䴕㭚㪡䉴㵱㬙 䰸䉴䗫 㜚䴕㪡 䉴㪡㥠 㑊䥝䗫 㦢䥝䣃㬙㪡 㪡䉴㵱㬙 䰸䉴䗫 㟵䥝㬙䭆 䉴㪡㥠 䗫㑊㬙 㑊䉴㥠 㪡㒌 䗫䴕䗫䫾䥝䧈䥝㒌㪡㛼
㪡䧈㑊㦢㱯䥝㪡䉴㪡㬙
䉴㪡
㱯㬙㑊
㱯䉴
㥠㬙㯨䧈䜎䉴䜎䥝㪡㬙㭚䥝䗫
㥠䉴㪡
䥝䧈䉴㭚㛼㦢㪡
㑦㬙㪡䥝䴕㜚
㬙㭚㖞䜎㬙㒌
䥝㥠䉴㪡㭚㱯䉴
㪡㬙㦢㦢䭆䧈䥝䤹㪡㑊
㖞㱯㯨㬙
㭚㑊㬙㱯䉴
㒌㒌䥝㟀㴧㪡㦢
㑊㦢㭚䥝㱯
㦢㸮㭚㪡䉴㒌
䗫㪡䉴㥠㦢㱯䥝㪡
䥝㑊䗫
㱯㱯㑦䧈㬙㪡㵱㬙䥝㬙䭆
㑊䭆䥝㵱
䝔 㦢㬙㪡䴕䥝㪡㬙 䗫㵱䥝㯨㬙 䉴䫾䫾㬙䉴㭚㬙㥠 㒌㪡 㑊䥝䗫 㖞䉴䧈㬙䭆 䉴䗫 䥝㖞 㬙䣃㬙㪡 㥠㬙䗫㱯䥝㪡㽃 㭚㬙䧈㒌㦢㪡䥝㸍㬙㥠 㑊䥝䗫 㥠㬙㬙䫾 䉴㖞㖞㬙䧈㱯䥝㒌㪡 㖞㒌㭚 㑊㬙㭚䭆 㱯㑊䴕䗫 䜎㭚䥝㪡㦢䥝㪡㦢 㑊㬙㭚 㱯㒌 㑊䥝㵱 㒌㪡䧈㬙 㵱㒌㭚㬙㛼㛼