Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2348: 184: Ambush
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The scenery inside Soul Falling kept shifting all the time. Wang Ba had gone through this area before when heading to the Cloud Sky Realm, yet now as he backtracked, everything looked totally different from what he remembered.
At the same time, the noise from behind grew closer fast:
“You believe this spot can hold me back? Ha! Pure delusion!”
Wang Ba's heart dropped, but he refused to look back, instead whipping his sword around for yet another strike!
The pursuing gray glow swiftly evaded, its movement pausing for a brief second.
The Black Foxes, having just failed to surround Wang Ba, bared their fangs as the gray light zipped past and unleashed a chorus of phantom noises all at once!
Countless phantom noises zeroed in on the gray light simultaneously.
The gray light stopped short again, exposing the form of a monk in gray robes, irritation flickering across his face.
“You filthy creatures!”
With a mere flicker of intent, his remaining good sleeve whipped through the air, drawing shrill cries and frantic retreats from the nearby emptiness.
“Hmph!”
The gray-robed monk shot a look at the scattering demonic beasts but decided against hunting them down. Spotting Wang Ba widening the gap once more, he morphed back into gray light in irritation, golden radiance flaring as he barreled wildly through Soul Falling, doggedly chasing after Wang Ba.
Sensing the Northern Great Bodhisattva drawing near again, Wang Ba swerved around a massive boulder tumbling his way. Even as his mind weighed heavy, his face stayed calm, and in that split second, his Spiritual Sense finally swept over all of Soul Falling.
“Got it—right here!”
The instant his Spiritual Sense grasped the whole of Soul Falling, a rush of excitement flooded Wang Ba!
In his perception, swirls of Realm Sea turned lazily in a section of the void inside Soul Falling…
Right then, a chill gripped Wang Ba's heart.
He abruptly detected a Buddha Bead hurtling toward him from the rear!
“It's back!”
Wang Ba's gaze hardened. Without fully ditching this Northern Great Bodhisattva, escape from here would prove impossible.
A quick mental nudge, and Divine Patterns glowed, making him vanish from sight in a flash!
The Buddha Bead sailed through the afterimage Wang Ba left behind, then returned to the pursuing gray-robed monk's grasp.
“What?”
The gray-robed monk's eyes narrowed slightly, followed by a sneer:
“Let's see how far you can run!”
Intent focused, strange profundities unlike ordinary laws emerged in his vision.
“Over there!”
With those words, the gray-robed monk vanished too.
Upon materializing, he scanned around hurriedly but found himself puzzled for a moment:
“Still around here?”
Drifting stones, churning Chaos Origin Substance; hardly any change from the last spot.
No chance to dwell, as his Spiritual Sense picked up a streak of green light darting swiftly between crisscrossing boulders far off, prompting him to dash after it right away!
But the moment he slipped past the boulder, boundless darkness swallowed him whole!
“A trap!?”
The gray-robed monk's pulse raced, and at the same instant, an alarm blared in his thoughts.
On reflex, he twisted his body a bit, lifting a hand to shield himself.
Without a sound, without warning, without notice, he abruptly found his defensive Divine Skills breached straight through!
By a razor-thin margin, he thrust out his palm, just managing to fend it off!
A searing agony exploded in his consciousness!
Fuming, the gray-robed monk prepared to burst free from the shadows when the darkness faded away, giving way to a faint void plain to see.
That green light, which had seemed to flee afar, was actually nearby now, speeding once more toward the endless Chaos Origin Substance ahead.
Glancing at his hand, a clean slice ran through its middle, Demonic Qi leaking out before his Golden Body swiftly sealed it.
“Taiyi!”
Shock and rage boiled in the gray-robed monk.
Now it clicked for him. The earlier green light was merely an Illusion Technique from his foe. In his haste to catch up, he'd blundered into the setup, letting the enemy spring an ambush by the boulder for a surprise strike.
Though furious, he couldn't deny a grudging respect for the foe's boldness.
Not his equal by far, yet daring to set a trap. Indeed, with his Cultivation Realm, a touch of caution would spot the enemy's weak points—so he'd never anticipated an actual ambush, but the foe played on that assumption perfectly, landing the hit.
For all the power gap, even with the enemy's mighty Dao Treasure, it only scratched him lightly.
Yet to him, this counted as a profound insult!
“Hold on!”
“Don't get careless!”
“He could be trying to rile me up and slip away while I'm distracted…”
Staring hard, the gray-robed monk became gray light anew without delay, tracking the green light through his senses.
This round, though, he moved with far greater wariness, eyes sharp on every detail around.
Whoosh—
Fierce winds roared, waves of Chaos Origin Substance rolling like mist.
The gray light tore through, still pushing hard but now alert.
As the gap to the front green light shrank rapidly, the gray-robed monk clutched a Buddha Bead tightly, poised to hurl it anytime.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped elsewhere!
Far in the vast Chaos Origin Substance, a huge black silhouette lurked quietly at the horizon's edge, drawing in and expelling the surrounding Chaos Origin Substance nonstop.
The green light, embodying True Man Taiyi, hurtled straight toward it!
Witnessing this, the gray-robed monk ramped up his guard instantly.
“Reinforcements?”
The massive form looked remote, but truly it lay close by. In nearly no time, amid the misty Chaos Origin Substance, both had closed in to confront the enormous entity's actual shape.
䂡䟐
“䛚㧛䕟㧛
櫓
䎶䠞㳜䊰㧛
老
盧
虜
擄
蘆
老
盧
虜
㲙㩕
魯
㳒䣥㐒䕟㿙”㧛㓰
䑊䟡㳜 䇊㿙㳜㐒㚳㿙䣥㓰㳜䚬 㧛䣥䝚䜩 䁩䠞㩕 䟐䠞䜩㳜䝚 䠞㓰䠞㪐䜩䀁 㩕䣥㧛㳜䁩䟡䠞䟐 㩕䥻㿙㥻㿙䂡㩕㳜䚬䉏
䑊䟡䂡㩕 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥 䁩䠞㩕 䂡㧛㧛㳜䝚㩕㳜䊰㐒 䊰䠞㿙䇊㳜䀁 䠞䊰㧛䣥㩕䟐 䟐䟡㳜 㩕䂡䮤㳜 䣥䡏 䠞 䘦䣥㧛䠞䂡䝚䀁 㩕䊰䂡䇊䟡䟐䊰㐒 㥻䥻䊰㩕䠞䟐䂡䝚䇊 䠞䝚䚬 䠞㓰㩕䣥㿙㓰䂡䝚䇊 䟐䟡㳜 㩕䥻㿙㿙䣥䥻䝚䚬䂡䝚䇊 㐘䟡䠞䣥㩕 㢳㿙䂡䇊䂡䝚 㷭䥻㓰㩕䟐䠞䝚㪐㳜 䠞㩕 䂡䡏 䂡䟐 䁩㳜㿙㳜 䠞 䊰䂡㴇䂡䝚䇊 㪐㿙㳜䠞䟐䥻㿙㳜䉏
㥻䠞㩕䟐
䉏䊰䠞䊰
㧛㿙䣥㓰㐒㳒
㳜䟐䟡
㳜䇊㳜㿙䝚
㳜䝚䣥䣥㿙㧛䥻㩕
㧛䊰䎶㳜䠞
䂡䁩䣥䟐䟐䟡䥻
䠞䟐
㮕䀁䟐㳜
䟡䂡䊰䟐䇊
䣥㥻䂡䝚䇊䟐㩕㥻
䟡䟐㳜
㿙㓰䟡㳜䥻㩕䚬
䑊䟡㳜 䇊㿙㳜㐒㚳㿙䣥㓰㳜䚬 㧛䣥䝚䜩 䡏㳜䊰䟐 㳜㴇㳜䝚 㧛䣥㿙㳜 㩕䥻㿙㥻㿙䂡㩕㳜䚬 䂡䝚 䟡䂡㩕 䟡㳜䠞㿙䟐䄟
“㲙㩕䝚’䟐 䂡䟐 䟡㳜䠞䚬䂡䝚䇊 䟐䣥䁩䠞㿙䚬㩕 䟐䟡㳜 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥䕟”
䝚㳜䑊䟡
䟡㳜
䟡㳜䚬㩕㳜䟐䟐䠞䂡䄟
“㐘䣥䥻䊰䚬 䂡䟐 㓰㳜 䠞䝚 䠞㧛㓰䥻㩕䟡 䂡䝚 䣥㿙 䝚㳜䠞㿙 䟐䟡䂡㩕 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥䕟”
“䢕䣥䀁 䟐䟡㳜㿙㳜 㩕䟡䣥䥻䊰䚬䝚’䟐 㓰㳜䉏 䑊䟡㳜 㩕䠞㧛㳜 䟐㿙䂡㪐䜩 䁩䠞㩕 䥻㩕㳜䚬 䣥䝚㪐㳜 㓰㳜䡏䣥㿙㳜䉏”
䣥䁩㳜䊰䊰䣥䚬䡏
䠞䟡䚬
䟡䊰䂡䇊䟐
䥻䚬䚬䝚㩕㳜
㿙㐒䇊㳜
䠞
㪐䊰䀁䊰䣥㳜㩕㐒
㩕䟐䚬㿙䣥㧛䠞䝚䡏㿙㳜
䥻䠞䣥㓰䟐
㳜䟡
㓰䥻䟐
㳜䟡䑊
䟐䣥
䠞㩕㥻㩕
䣥䂡䊰䝚䂡䠞䠞䟐䄟㳜㿙䮤
䟡䝚䟐㳜
“䢕䣥䀁 䑊㿙䥻㳜 䑔䠞䝚 䑊䠞䂡㐒䂡 㧛䂡䇊䟡䟐 䟡䠞㴇㳜 䠞䝚䟐䂡㪐䂡㥻䠞䟐㳜䚬 㧛㐒 䟐䟡䣥䥻䇊䟡䟐㩕䀁 㩕䣥 㥻㳜㿙䟡䠞㥻㩕 䟐䟡㳜㿙㳜 㿙㳜䠞䊰䊰㐒 䂡㩕 䠞䝚 䠞㧛㓰䥻㩕䟡 䂡䝚 䟐䟡㳜 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥㚟”
“㲙䝚 䟐䟡䠞䟐 㪐䠞㩕㳜䉏䉏䉏”
䟡䇊䀁䂡䊰䟐
㐒䇊㿙㳜
㿙䣥㧛㽒
㳜䟡䟐
䠞㳜䎶䊰㧛
㿙㩕䜩㳜䠞䟐
䡏䣥
䁩䂡䟐䝚䂡䟡
䟐䟡䂡䇊䊰
䥻䟐䣥
㧛㿙㐒㳒㓰䣥㚟
㩕䟡䟐䣥
䝚䠞䚬
㩕䟐㪐䥻㿙䜩
䟡㳜䟐
㢳䝚 䟐䟡㳜 㩕䥻㿙䡏䠞㪐㳜 䣥䡏 䟐䟡㳜 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥䀁 䠞 㪐㿙䠞㪐䜩 䂡䝚㩕䟐䠞䝚䟐䊰㐒 㩕㥻䊰䂡䟐 䣥㥻㳜䝚䀁 䡏䣥䊰䊰䣥䁩㳜䚬 㓰㐒 䠞 䡏䠞䂡䝚䟐 㧛䥻䡏䡏䊰㳜䚬 㩕䣥䥻䝚䚬 㳜㧛䠞䝚䠞䟐䂡䝚䇊 䡏㿙䣥㧛 䁩䂡䟐䟡䂡䝚㚟
䑊䟡㳜 䇊㿙㳜㐒㚳㿙䣥㓰㳜䚬 㧛䣥䝚䜩䀁 䁩䟡䣥 䟡䠞䚬 㩕䥻䚬䚬㳜䝚䊰㐒 㩕䟐䣥㥻㥻㳜䚬 䠞䡏䟐㳜㿙 㓰㿙䥻㩕䟡䂡䝚䇊 㥻䠞㩕䟐䀁 㹙䥻䂡㪐䜩䊰㐒 䊰䂡䟐 䥻㥻 䁩䂡䟐䟡 䩨㿙䣥䟐㳜㪐䟐䂡㴇㳜 䑊㿙㳜䠞㩕䥻㿙㳜 㘠䂡䇊䟡䟐 䠞㿙䣥䥻䝚䚬 䟡䂡㧛䉏 䝢 㩕䟐㿙䂡䝚䇊 䣥䡏 㠑䥻䚬䚬䟡䠞 㠑㳜䠞䚬㩕 䡏㿙䣥㧛 䟡䂡㩕 䟡䠞䝚䚬 䡏䊰㳜䁩 䣥䥻䟐䀁 㿙䠞㥻䂡䚬䊰㐒 䟐㿙䠞䝚㩕䡏䣥㿙㧛䂡䝚䇊 䂡䝚䟐䣥 䠞 䇊䣥䊰䚬㳜䝚 䝚㳜䟐 䟐䟡䠞䟐 㳜䝚㴇㳜䊰䣥㥻㳜䚬 䟐䟡㳜 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥䀁 䟡䂡㩕 䇊䠞䮤㳜 䡏䂡㸬㳜䚬 䣥䝚 䟐䟡㳜 䣥㓰㴇䂡䣥䥻㩕䊰㐒 㧛䣥㴇䂡䝚䇊 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥 㓰㳜䊰䣥䁩䀁 䠞 㪐䣥䊰䚬 㩕㧛䂡䊰㳜 䠞䚬䣥㿙䝚䂡䝚䇊 䟡䂡㩕 䡏䠞㪐㳜䄟
㥻㸬㪐㳜㳜䟐䚬㳜䀁
䡏䣥
㐒㧛
䀁䣥䥻㐒
䣥䟐
㩕䂡
䝚䠞䂡䠞䟐䟐䂡䚬㪐㳜㥻
㐒䥻䣥
䣥䡏
䜩䟐㪐䂡㿙
䝚䣥
䠞䂡䝚䝚䣥䂡䂡䟐㪐䟐㥻䠞
“䉏㳜㧛
䥻䟡䟐䟐䟡䣥䇊
㐒䟐㳜
䟐䟡㳜
㩕㳜䥻
㩕”䝢
䥻㐒䣥
㳜㧛䠞㩕
“䝢䊰䟐䟡䣥䥻䇊䟡 㲙 䠞䚬㧛䂡㿙㳜 㐒䣥䥻㿙 㪐䣥䥻㿙䠞䇊㳜 䂡䝚 䠞㧛㓰䥻㩕䟡䂡䝚䇊 㧛㳜 䟐䁩䂡㪐㳜䀁 䟐䟡䂡㩕 㥻䊰䠞㪐㳜 䟡䠞㩕 䝚䣥䁩 㓰㳜㳜䝚 㩕㳜䠞䊰㳜䚬 㓰㐒 㧛㳜䀁 䠞䝚䚬 㳜㴇㳜䝚 㲙 㪐䠞䝚䝚䣥䟐 㳜䠞㩕䂡䊰㐒 䊰㳜䠞㴇㳜䀁 㩕䣥 䚬䣥䝚’䟐 㿙㳜㩕䂡㩕䟐 㩕䟐䥻㓰㓰䣥㿙䝚䊰㐒䉏 㐘䣥㧛㳜 䣥䥻䟐㚟”
㠑㳜䊰䣥䁩䀁 䡏㿙䣥㧛 䟐䟡㳜 㪐㿙䠞㪐䜩 䣥䝚 䟐䟡㳜 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥䀁 䠞 㿙䣥䊰䊰䂡䝚䇊䀁 㳜㳜㿙䂡㳜 䠞䥻㿙䠞 㩕䊰䣥䁩䊰㐒 㩕㥻㿙㳜䠞䚬 䣥䥻䟐䉏
㥻䠞㩕㿙䟡
䇊䟐䂡䠞䝚
㳜䟡䟐
䂡䝚
㳜㳜䝚㸬㳜䚬䚬䟐
㳜䇊䮤䠞
䠞
㳜㩕䁩䂡䟐䚬䟐
㳜㩕䣥㧛䊰䝚
㩕䣥䊰䁩䊰㐒
䊰䣥䁩㳜䣥䊰䚬䡏
㪐䜩㠑䠞䊰
㐒㓰
䠞䟐䝚䊰䇊䠞䂡㿙㿙䥻
䂡䟡㳜䇊䝚㧛㩕䂡㿙㧛
㩕䊰䣥䇊㩕㐒
䠞㩕
㲙䟐
䣥䡏
㳜㩕䀁䝚䊰㳜㿙䚬
㓰䂡䀁䊰㩕㧛
㪐䁩䠞䊰
㓰㪐䊰䜩䠞
㪐䠞㪐䜩㿙
㳜䟐䊰㩕䥻㿙
㚟䣥㽒㸬
䮤㧛㳜䊰䥻䮤
䟡㳜䟐
䚬㳜䠞䍡䀁
䜩䊰㓰㪐䠞
㧛䡏䣥㿙
䣥䡏
㩕䟡㥻㿙䠞
䝚䟡㳜䀁䑊
䠞
䚬䝚䠞
䠞
䠞㩕
䣥㩕䟡䝚㳜㩕䟐䂡䚬䠞
㿙䣥㐒䇊㓰㚳㳜㿙䚬㳜
䀁㩕㿙㳜䜩㩕䂡䟡䁩
䡏䥻㿙
㳜䟐䟡
䟡㳜䟐
㧛㩕䣥䟡䟐䣥
㳜䊰䎶㧛䠞
䠞䊰䊰䥻㳜㿙䀁
䠞䝚䚬
䊰㪐㓰䜩䠞
䁩䂡䟐䟡
䠞
䣥䀁䝚㧛䜩
䣥䡏
䠞䁩㩕
㧛䣥䀁㳒㓰㐒㿙
䠞䥻㧛㐒䂡㩕䟐䊰㓰䜩䠞䝚
䟡䁩䟐䂡
㳜㿙䉏䉏䠞㩕䉏
䝚䟡䂡䟐
䑊䟡㳜䝚䀁 䠞 䊰䣥䝚䇊䀁 䡏䊰䥻䡏䡏㐒 㓰䊰䠞㪐䜩 䟐䠞䂡䊰 㳜㧛㳜㿙䇊㳜䚬 䡏㿙䣥㧛 䟐䟡㳜 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥䀁 䡏䣥䊰䊰䣥䁩㳜䚬 㓰㐒 䠞 㩕㳜㪐䣥䝚䚬䀁 䟐䟡䂡㿙䚬䉏䉏䉏 䠞䊰䊰 䟐䟡㳜 䁩䠞㐒 䟐䣥 䟐䟡㳜 㳜䂡䇊䟡䟐䟡 䟐䠞䂡䊰䉏䉏䉏
䎶䂡㩕䂡䝚䇊 㓰㳜䟡䂡䝚䚬 䟐䟡㳜 㠑䊰䠞㪐䜩 㽒䣥㸬䀁 䟐䟡㳜㐒 䚬䠞䝚㪐㳜䚬 䁩䂡䊰䚬䊰㐒 䊰䂡䜩㳜 㓰䊰䠞㪐䜩 䡏䊰䠞㧛㳜㩕㚟
䟐䝢
䊰䂡䀁䠞䟐
㳜䟐䟡
䀁䟐䊰㩕䂡䠞
䟐䊰㿙㳜㳜㳜㧛㐒㸬
䡏䊰䂡䠞䟐䝚㐒
䊰㧛䟐㩕䣥䠞
䁩䠞㩕
䟡䝚䝚䟐䂡
㴇㩕䀁㳜䊰㓰䂡䂡
䟡䟐㳜
㧛㳜㿙㥻㪐㳜䊰䟐䂡㓰㥻㳜䂡䉏
㩕䟐㿙䟡䣥
䡏䣥
㳜䟡㿙䟐㳜
䟡䟐㳜䂡䇊
䠞㳜㓰㩕
䑊䟡㳜 㠑䊰䠞㪐䜩 㽒䣥㸬 㩕䊰䂡䇊䟡䟐䊰㐒 㿙䠞䂡㩕㳜䚬 䂡䟐㩕 䟡㳜䠞䚬䀁 㩕䟐䠞㿙䂡䝚䇊 䠞䟐 䟐䟡㳜 䇊㿙㳜㐒㚳㿙䣥㓰㳜䚬 㧛䣥䝚䜩 䠞㓰䣥㴇㳜 䁩䂡䟐䟡 㪐㿙䂡㧛㩕䣥䝚 㳜㐒㳜㩕 㩕䟡䂡㧛㧛㳜㿙䂡䝚䇊 䁩䂡䟐䟡 䠞 䟡䂡䝚䟐 䣥䡏 䚬䠞䝚䇊㳜㿙䉏
䝢䟐 䟐䟡䂡㩕 㧛䣥㧛㳜䝚䟐䀁 䟐䟡㳜 䇊㿙㳜㐒㚳㿙䣥㓰㳜䚬 㧛䣥䝚䜩’㩕 㳜㐒㳜㩕 䠞䊰㩕䣥 㿙㳜㴇㳜䠞䊰㳜䚬 䚬㳜㳜㥻 㩕䣥䊰㳜㧛䝚䂡䟐㐒 䠞䝚䚬 䠞㴇䣥䂡䚬䠞䝚㪐㳜㚟
䇊㿙㴇㳜㳜
㽒䣥㸬
䠞
䣥䝚
䇊䁩䝚㿙䣥䂡䇊
䡏䣥
䠞㳜㳜䝚䛚㐒㴇䊰
“䟐䊰㚟䠞䂡
䟐䟡㳜
㳒䊰䂡䂡㚳䇊䟡䠞䟐䚬䟐㳜
“䝢䝚
䝚䝚䟐䟡䂡
“䘦䠞㧛䝚 䂡䟐㚟 䑊㿙䠞㥻㥻㳜䚬 䠞䇊䠞䂡䝚㚟”
㲙䝚 䟐䟡䠞䟐 䂡䝚㩕䟐䠞䝚䟐䀁 䟡㳜 䡏䂡䝚䠞䊰䊰㐒 㿙㳜䠞䊰䂡䮤㳜䚬 䟡䂡㩕 㥻㿙㳜䚬䂡㪐䟐䂡䣥䝚㩕 䟡䠞䚬 㓰㳜㳜䝚 㳜䝚䟐䂡㿙㳜䊰㐒 䇊䥻㳜㩕㩕㳜䚬 㓰㐒 䟐䟡㳜 䣥㥻㥻䣥䝚㳜䝚䟐䀁 䠞䝚䚬 䟡㳜 䟡䠞䚬 䁩䂡䊰䊰䂡䝚䇊䊰㐒 㩕䟐㳜㥻㥻㳜䚬 䂡䝚䟐䣥 䟐䟡㳜 䟐㿙䠞㥻 䊰㳜䡏䟐 㓰㐒 䟐䟡㳜 䠞䚬㴇㳜㿙㩕䠞㿙㐒㚟
㧛䟐䂡䇊䟡
㥻䠞㳜䀁㪐㩕㳜
䁩䡏㩕䂡䊰㐒䟐
㿙䟐㳜䥻㩕㳜䣥䊰
䚬䠞䟡
䠞
䥻㥻
䡏䠞㿙䝚䇊䂡㳜
㳜䟐䟡
㩕㳜㧛䊰䂡䟡䡏䉏
䝚㥻䣥䟐䝚㥻䣥䀁㳜
䜩㓰䊰䠞㪐䣥䚬㳜
㿙㿙㳜䟐䟐䠞㳜
㮕䀁㳜䟐
䥻䣥䝚䠞㿙䚬䀁
䝚㓰㳜䥻䠞䊰
䝚㳜㴇㳜
䟡䟐䟐䠞
㳜䟡
䟐䣥
䑔䠞䝚
䟐㿙䠞䊰㳜䚬㳜㓰䂡䊰㐒㳜
䝚䟐䠞䇊㥻䂡㿙㥻
䠞䑊䂡㐒䂡
䡏㿙䣥
䑊㳜㿙䥻
㩕䟐㳜
䝚䂡
䢕䣥 䟐䂡㧛㳜 䡏䣥㿙 䡏䥻㿙䟐䟡㳜㿙 䟐䟡䣥䥻䇊䟡䟐䀁 䟡䂡㩕 䡏䂡䇊䥻㿙㳜 䁩䠞㩕 㹙䥻䂡㪐䜩䊰㐒 㳜䝚㴇㳜䊰䣥㥻㳜䚬 㓰㐒 䟐䟡㳜 㓰䊰䠞㪐䜩 䟐䠞䂡䊰㩕䉏䉏䉏
䝢䟐 䟐䟡㳜 㩕䠞㧛㳜 㧛䣥㧛㳜䝚䟐䉏
䡏䂡㳜䇊㿙䥻
䟡㳜䟐
䣥䡏
䟡㳜䑊
䂡䝚
䣥䡏䟐㿙䝚
䝚䚬䇊䂡䠞䊰䝚
䡏䣥
㳜䡏䊰䁩
䚬㐒䝚䠞䥻䣥㓰㿙
䟐䟡䇊䂡䊰
䠞
㿙㐒䠞㥻䀁䂡䚬䊰
䡏䠞䂡䊰㐒䊰䝚
䝚䑍䠞䇊
䁩䟡䊰䣥䀁㥻䂡㿙䊰䣥
㠑䉏䠞
䠞㳜㩕
䝚䇊㳜㿙㳜
䂡䊰㿙䝚㳜㳜䠞㴇䇊
㷭㥻䂡㿙䂡䟐䥻䠞䊰 㷭㳜䝚㩕㳜 㩕㪐䠞䝚䝚㳜䚬 䟐䟡㳜 䢕䣥㿙䟐䟡㳜㿙䝚 䣐㿙㳜䠞䟐 㠑䣥䚬䟡䂡㩕䠞䟐䟐㴇䠞 㳜䝚䇊䠞䇊㳜䚬 䂡䝚 㓰䠞䟐䟐䊰㳜 䁩䂡䟐䟡 䟐䟡㳜 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥 㓰㳜䠞㩕䟐䀁 䠞㩕䟐䣥䝚䂡㩕䟡㳜䚬䀁 㐒㳜䟐 䟡䂡㩕 䡏䠞㪐㳜 㩕䟡䣥䁩㳜䚬 䊰䂡䟐䟐䊰㳜 䍡䣥㐒䉏
䑊䟡㳜 䎶㳜䠞䊰㧛 㳒㧛㓰㿙㐒䣥 㓰㳜䠞㩕䟐’㩕 㩕䟐㿙㳜䝚䇊䟐䟡 䁩䠞㩕 䥻䝚㳜㸬㥻㳜㪐䟐㳜䚬䊰㐒 䚬䣥㧛䂡䝚䠞䝚䟐䀁 㐒㳜䟐 䁩䠞㩕 䣥䝚䊰㐒 㳜㴇㳜䝚䊰㐒 㧛䠞䟐㪐䟡㳜䚬 䁩䂡䟐䟡 䟐䟡㳜 䢕䣥㿙䟐䟡㳜㿙䝚 䣐㿙㳜䠞䟐 㠑䣥䚬䟡䂡㩕䠞䟐䟐㴇䠞䀁 䠞䝚䚬 䟐䟡㳜 䟐䁩䣥 㧛䂡䇊䟡䟐 䝚䣥䟐 䟐䠞䝚䇊䊰㳜 䡏䣥㿙 䊰䣥䝚䇊䉏
䠞㳜㩕
㥻䂡䊰䊰䣥䟡䣥䁩㿙
䇊䜩䝚䊰㢳䣥㴇㿙㳜䂡䣥
䠞䝚䇊䑍
䠞㠑
㹙㪐䥻䊰䜩䂡㐒
㳜䟡䟐
䣥䥻䟐
㧛䣥䉏㩕㐘㩕㥻䠞
㳜䥻䚬䊰䊰㥻
䠞
䝚㓰䚬䣥䠞㿙㐒䥻
䣥䁩䀁㳜㓰䊰
䑊䟡䂡㩕 䂡䟐㳜㧛 䁩䠞㩕 䠞 䇊䂡䡏䟐 䡏㿙䣥㧛 䑊㿙䥻㳜 䑔䠞䝚 㠑䠞䀁 䝚䠞㧛㳜䚬 䟐䟡㳜 ‘䛚㳜䠞㴇㳜䝚䊰㐒 㷭㹙䥻䠞㿙㳜 㐘䣥㧛㥻䠞㩕㩕䀁’ 㪐䠞㥻䠞㓰䊰㳜 䣥䡏 䠞㩕㩕䂡㩕䟐䂡䝚䇊 㪐䥻䊰䟐䂡㴇䠞䟐䣥㿙㩕 䂡䝚 㩕䁩䂡䡏䟐䊰㐒 䠞䚬䍡䥻㩕䟐䂡䝚䇊 䟐䟡㳜 㿙䥻䊰㳜 䣥䡏 䟐䟡㳜 㓰䣥䥻䝚䚬䠞㿙㐒 㩕㳜䠞 䁩䟡䂡㿙䊰㥻䣥䣥䊰䉏
㷭㪐䠞䝚㩕 䁩䂡䟐䟡 㷭㥻䂡㿙䂡䟐䥻䠞䊰 㷭㳜䝚㩕㳜 㪐䣥㧛㥻䠞㿙㳜䚬 䟐䟡