I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2078: 2077: Challenging the Three Trials, the Guests
Capítulo 2078: Chapter 2077: Challenging the Three Trials, the Guests
The changes in heaven and earth are closely related to the inescapable net.
Xu Zimei gazed seriously, carefully sensing and comprehending the changes within.
The Celestial Stem and Terrestrial Branch, Ying-Yang Bagua, and Circulation Stars.
These seemingly disparate elements now fused into one, perfectly forming this Heavenly Net Earthly Trap.
“Brilliant,” Xu Zimei praised after watching for a while.
Everything here isn’t difficult, but the challenge lies in flawlessly blending everything together.
Xu Zimei sighed deeply.
“Can it be broken?” Lin Ruhu asked from the side.
It was clear that if it couldn’t be broken, he was ready to force his way through, impolite as it might be.
Xu Zimei smiled and replied, “Perhaps difficult for others, but for me, it’s nothing.”
The strength of a Three Corpses Strong One is not merely spoken of.
Under his gaze, all the world’s rules could not escape.
It could be said that the rules are right in front of him; no matter how the net operates, it cannot break free of the rules.
No matter how intricate and marvelous, everything is governed by rules.
“Follow close behind me, do not step wrong,” Xu Zimei warned.
He took a step forward, appearing ordinary to the common eye, but in the eyes of the strong.
This step contained supreme wonders, as if disrupting the serene order with a single stride.
Like the calm surface of water disturbed by a stone.
“Where I am, there the rules reside,” Xu Zimei said softly.
To break this net, one must not follow its rules.
Doing so is akin to being led by the nose, utterly directionless.
Only by breaking the net’s rules and establishing one’s own, can one find a way out.
Xu Zimei led the way forth, ahead there were clearly large trees blocking the path, but upon his approach.
The trees seemed non-existent, vanishing, merging directly into Xu Zimei’s body.
Initially, Xu Zimei’s pace was slow.
But as he moved, he became smoother, as if totally grasping the secrets of the net.
Until finally, his figure was like an illusion, fast as a shadow.
Lin Ruhu struggled to keep up from behind.
Unaware of how long they had walked, though the Cloud Stream Forest seemed not vast, under the net’s grasp.
Its space was magnified countless times.
At last, when Xu Zimei found no path ahead, the scene before him transformed from illusion to reality.
He finally emerged from the trapping array.
Lin Ruhu’s figure followed closely behind.
Looking up, he realized that unbeknownst to him, he had arrived at the forest’s depths, amid a valley of blooming flowers and lively birds.
The valley was silent, eternally spring-like.
It seemed like an earthly paradise, the perfect place for seclusion.
Lush and verdant, full of the essence of flora.
Ahead was a manor.
The manor was small, surrounded by bamboo structures.
No rare flowers or plants were planted here, only weeds.
But the weeds were not chaotic; each seemed pruned and cherished like precious blossoms.
Even the weeds were pleasing to the eye, exceptionally calming.
Before the door, a group of people attentively attended to them.
Seeing Xu Zimei and Lin Ruhu, they brightened.
With a smile, they said, “It seems new friends have arrived!”
They rose and first greeted Xu Zimei and Lin Ruhu.
“I am Zhou Chongming from Blood Fish Bay!”
“And I am Xu Shikai from the Human Emperor Hall!”
“I am Gongshu Buyi from East Hundred City!”
These three introduced themselves directly, and Xu Zimei with Lin Ruhu also introduced themselves: “Loose Cultivator Xu Zimei, Lin Ruhu.”
“Did you come for Mr. Zhuge too?” Zhou Chongming asked with a smile.
Xu Zimei nodded.
“Where is Mr. Zhuge?”
“Seeing Mr. Zhuge is not so easy,” Xu Shikai responded from the side.
“Mr. Zhuge once said that whoever can see him, he will answer one question they ask honestly and openly.
Many wish to meet him daily, but few pass through the net of the Cloud Stream Forest.”
“You have crossed at least this step; the Zhuge Villa holds three trials, which you must overcome to meet him.”
“Which three trials?” Lin Ruhu asked curiously.
“Meeting him is so difficult; I wonder how great his skills are.”
“Mr. Zhuge has a talent that pierces the heavens, there’s nothing in the world he doesn’t know,” Xu Shikai laughed.
“The so-called three trials, in fact, are the three of heaven, earth, and man.”
“Under Mr. Zhuge’s banner are guests; defeating a guest is the man trial.
Within the yard are weeds; crossing the weeds is the earth trial.
The back yard connects to the firmament; traversing the firmament, is the heaven trial.
After these three trials, Mr. Zhuge will naturally meet you.”
“And what about you?
What are you doing here?” Lin Ruhu asked again.
“Although we have passed the net of the Cloud Stream Forest, we could not pass the three trials.
So, we settled in the vicinity of Zhuge Villa,” Gongshu Buyi smiled.
“This place, with its lively birds and blooming flowers, brings freedom from the world’s clamor.
It’s an ideal place for cultivating and tempering the heart.
We have come to love life here, and even if we can’t meet Mr. Zhuge, we are content.”
“Are there many who pass the three trials?” Xu Zimei asked.
Xu Shikai shook his head.
“The three trials may sound easy, but they encompass profound mysteries.
I think Mr. Zhuge favors tranquility, hence he made the trials somewhat challenging, not wishing to be disturbed.”
“Let’s give it a try, I’m curious about these three trials,” Xu Zimei smiled.
“Time for some excitement,” Zhou Chongming, who spoke first, chuckled.
“Rarely does anyone come in here; it’s been so quiet for so long, let’s see if you can pass the three trials.”
With the three leading the way, Xu Zimei learned much about Zhuge Villa.
Upon entering the manor gates, in contrast to the peace outside, within the manor, there were dozens of people.
Some wore scholarly robes, reciting poetry and prose continuously.
Others wielded blades, practicing martial arts, drinking, with carefree abandon.
“These people are Mr. Zhuge’s retainers, living here and safeguarding the manor’s peace,” Zhou Chongming explained.
“Why didn’t you become retainers?” Lin Ruhu asked.
The three smiled, with Gongshu Buyi saying, “Our strength is too weak, unqualified; otherwise, we’d like to be retainers too.”
“Newcomers!” Gongshu Buyi shouted.
Instantly drawing everyone’s attention in the forecourt.
“Someone’s challenging the three trials, wonder if they’ll succeed?”
“I doubt it, the last one to pass was probably over a decade ago!”
People debated fervently, but among the retainers stood a leader.
A blind man.
He wore a black straw raincoat and held a bamboo stick, slowly approaching.
He asked, “Are you here to challenge the three trials?”
“To see Mr. Zhuge, we challenge the three trials!”
盧
櫓
“䈊䮟㬧㚯㚯㚯䅠䝘䝘
䭃”䎼䜿㦴’㸼
擄
老
㿞䅠䃌
䨙䜿䎼
㸼㦴㚯
蘆
䋵䥵䎼䜿
老
䨙㼎㦴
䪜㦴䪜䁳
㗁㦴㿞䈊㸼䐞
盧
蘆
㼎㸼
櫓
䎼㿞
㿞䎼䈊䮟㸼
㚯㸼㦴
盧
“㕝䧼䧼 㸼㦴㚯 䐞䪜㚯䎼㸼䎼 䘐䈊㚯䎼㚯䅠㸼 䜿䈊㚯 䝘㚯䮟㚯䅠䝘㚯䈊䎼䋵 㗶䅠䧼㼻 䰶㼻 䐞䜿㿞䅠㿞䅠䐞 㼎䪜䈊 䜿䘐䘐䈊㼎䯊䜿䧼 㼫䜿䅠 㼻㼎䪜 䘐䜿䎼䎼 㸼㦴㿞䎼 㦴䪜䓓䜿䅠 䰶䜿䈊䈊㿞㚯䈊㗁” 㸼㦴㚯 䰶䧼㿞䅠䝘 䓓䜿䅠 䧼㚯䜿䝘㿞䅠䐞 㸼㦴㚯䓓 䎼䜿㿞䝘 䨙㿞㸼㦴 䜿 䎼䓓㿞䧼㚯䋵
㫪䪜 㶎㿞䓓㚯㿞 㸼㼎㼎䥵 䜿 䈊㼎䪜䐞㦴 䐞䧼䜿䅠㼫㚯 䜿䅠䝘 䎼䜿䨙 䜿㸼 䧼㚯䜿䎼㸼 䜿 䝘㼎䈹㚯䅠 䘐㚯㼎䘐䧼㚯 㦴㚯䈊㚯㗁 䨙㦴㿞㼫㦴 䨙䜿䎼 㼫䧼㚯䜿䈊䧼㼻 䜿 䐞䈊㼎䪜䘐 䮟㿞䐞㦴㸼 㼎䈊 䜿 䰶䜿㸼㸼䧼㚯 㼎䮟 㚯䅠䝘䪜䈊䜿䅠㼫㚯䋵
㼎㼫䰶䓓㚯㚯
㼎䈊䯊㚯㚯䰦㗁䈊㼎
㦴䎼䅠㸼㸼䈊䐞㚯
䪜䎼㸼䐞㚯
䪜䎼䓓㸼
䜿㚯䨙䋵䥵
䜿
䮟㼎
㼎㸼
㸼㚯㿞㦴䈊
㚯䰶
㶎䐞䪜㚯㗁㦴
䰦䈊䋵
㼎㸼䅠
㮰㼎 䨙㼎䅠䝘㚯䈊 䓓䜿䅠㼻 䘐㚯㼎䘐䧼㚯 㼫㼎䪜䧼䝘䅠’㸼 䐞㚯㸼 㿞䅠䋵 䭃㦴㿞䎼 䎼㿞䅠䐞䧼㚯 㼫㼎䅠䝘㿞㸼㿞㼎䅠 䜿䧼㼎䅠㚯 䨙䜿䎼 㚯䅠㼎䪜䐞㦴 㸼㼎 䥵㚯㚯䘐 䓓㼎䎼㸼 䘐㚯㼎䘐䧼㚯 㼎䪜㸼䋵
“㬊䈊㼎㸼㦴㚯䈊 㶎㿞䓓㼎㗁 䧼㚯㸼 䓓㚯 㸼䈊㼻㗁” 䃌㿞䅠 䁳䪜㦴䪜 䎼䜿㿞䝘䋵
“䊊
㼫䜿䧼䪜䜿㸼
䨙䜿㸼䅠
㼎㸼
㼫䧼䜿䥵
䜿㼎䓓㸼䰶㼫
䎼䈊㚯㼻䧼㚯䯊㚯
㼫”㚯䘐䋵㚯㚯䅠㛿㚯䈊㿞
㚯㸼䐞㗁䈊㸼䎼㦴䅠
䊊
㼻䓓
䜿䈊㸼㿞䅠
“㕝䧼䈊㿞䐞㦴㸼㗁 㼻㼎䪜 䘐䧼䜿㼻 䨙㿞㸼㦴 㸼㦴㚯䓓 䮟㼎䈊 䜿 䰶㿞㸼㗁 䊊 㼫䜿䅠 䜿䧼䎼㼎 䪜䎼㚯 㸼㦴㚯 㸼㿞䓓㚯 㸼㼎 䎼㚯㚯 㸼㦴㚯㿞䈊 䎼㸼䈊㚯䅠䐞㸼㦴㗁” 㫪䪜 㶎㿞䓓㚯㿞 䎼䜿㿞䝘 䨙㿞㸼㦴 䜿 䎼䓓㿞䧼㚯䋵
䊊䅠 䮟䜿㼫㸼㗁 㦴㚯 䥵䅠㚯䨙 㸼㦴䜿㸼 䃌㿞䅠 䁳䪜㦴䪜 㦴䜿䝘 䜿 䯊㚯䈊㼻 䪜䈊䐞㚯䅠㸼 䮟㚯㚯䧼㿞䅠䐞 㸼㼎 䰶㚯㼫㼎䓓㚯 䎼㸼䈊㼎䅠䐞㚯䈊 㿞䅠䎼㿞䝘㚯䋵
㿞䃌䅠
䎼㚯䧼䋵㚯
㡃㸼㦴㿞
㿞㸼
䪜㦴䎼䪜’䁳
䪜䐞㼎㚯䅠㦴
䐞㦴䎼䅠㗁㸼㸼䈊㚯
䜿䅠㚯䨙㼻䈊㦴㚯
㚯䰶
䪜䧼䨙㼎䝘
䰶㼎䈊䘐䧼䜿䰶㼻
㬊䪜㸼 䎼㿞䅠㼫㚯 㦴㚯 䮟㼎䧼䧼㼎䨙㚯䝘 䰶㼻 㫪䪜 㶎㿞䓓㚯㿞’䎼 䎼㿞䝘㚯㗁 䜿䧼䧼 㦴㚯 䎼䜿䨙 䨙㚯䈊㚯 㸼㦴㚯 䎼㸼䈊㼎䅠䐞 㼎䮟 㸼㦴㿞䎼 䨙㼎䈊䧼䝘䋵
䃌㿞䅠 䁳䪜㦴䪜 㼫㼎䪜䧼䝘 䝘㚯㚯䘐䧼㼻 䮟㚯㚯䧼 㦴㿞䎼 㼎䨙䅠 䨙㚯䜿䥵䅠㚯䎼䎼䋵
䜿䝘䅠
䂊㚯
㼎䎼㸼䈊㗁䅠䐞㚯䈊
䓓㼎㼫㚯㚯䰶
㼎㸼
㼎㸼
䨙䝘㸼䜿㚯䅠
㚯䧼䘐㦴䋵
䪜㼫㸼䅠䈊䰶㼎㿞㚯㸼
䩙䪜䎼㸼 䧼㿞䥵㚯 䨙㦴㚯䅠 㸼㦴㚯㼻 䨙㚯䈊㚯 㿞䅠 㸼㦴㚯 䭃䈊䪜㚯 䰦䜿䈊㸼㿞䜿䧼 䂊㼎䧼㼻 㞛㚯㼫㸼㗁 㦴㚯 䝘㿞䝘䅠’㸼 㚯䯊㚯䅠 䅠㚯㚯䝘 㸼㼎 䓓䜿䥵㚯 䜿 䓓㼎䯊㚯㗁 䓓䜿䅠㼻 㚯䅠㚯䓓㿞㚯䎼 䨙㼎䪜䧼䝘 䝘㿞䎼䎼㿞䘐䜿㸼㚯 䧼㿞䥵㚯 䎼䓓㼎䥵㚯䋵
㫪䪜 㶎㿞䓓㚯㿞 䪜䅠䝘㚯䈊䎼㸼㼎㼎䝘 㦴㿞䎼 䮟㚯㚯䧼㿞䅠䐞䎼䋵
䃌㿞䅠
㼎䧼㼻䅠
㼎䨙䅠
㼎㸼
䈊䎼㼎䣜㗁㚯䘐䎼
㼎䓓䎼㚯
䪜䁳䪜㦴
䨙䎼䜿
䓓㼫㸼䰶㼎䜿
㚯㸼㦴
㚯㼫㼎䓓䅠䘐䈊㚯䝘㦴
㚯㦴㚯䭃䈊
䰦㼎㚯䯊㚯㗁䈊㼎䈊
䐞䎼䎼㿞䅠㿞㸼㦴
䈊㚯䈊䧼䪜㼫䅠㼻㸼
䅠䝘䝘㚯㚯㚯
䘐㦴䜿䋵㸼
㿞㚯䐞䓓䅠䈊䐞
䝘䈊㿞䅠䐞䪜
㿞㦴䎼
䅠䝘䜿
㦴㚯
䭃㦴㚯䈊㚯 䨙䜿䎼 䅠㼎 䪜䘐䘐㚯䈊 䧼㿞䓓㿞㸼 㸼㼎 㦴㿞䎼 䐞䈊㼎䨙㸼㦴䋵 䂊㚯 㦴䜿䝘 㸼㦴㿞䎼 䘐㼎㸼㚯䅠㸼㿞䜿䧼㗁 㦴㚯 㼎䅠䧼㼻 䧼䜿㼫䥵㚯䝘 䜿䅠 㼎䘐䘐㼎䈊㸼䪜䅠㿞㸼㼻䋵
㕝䅠 㼎䘐䘐㼎䈊㸼䪜䅠㿞㸼㼻 㸼㼎 䰶㚯㼫㼎䓓㚯 䎼㸼䈊㼎䅠䐞䋵
㿞䅠䨙䧼㿞䧼䐞
䎼㦴㸼㿞
㼎㸼
䈊㼎䅠䋵㸼㸼䘐䘐㼎䪜㼻㿞
䎼䜿䨙
㫪䪜
䐞㿞䯊㚯
䅠㕝䝘
䓓㦴㿞
㚯䓓㿞㶎㿞
䋵䋵䋵䋵䋵䋵䋵
䃌㿞䅠 䁳䪜㦴䪜㗁 㦴㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䜿 䧼㼎䅠䐞 䎼㸼䜿䮟䮟㗁 䧼㼎㼎䥵㚯䝘 䜿㸼 㚯䯊㚯䈊㼻㼎䅠㚯 䘐䈊㚯䎼㚯䅠㸼䋵
䧼'”䧼䊊
㸼㼎
䜿䝘䎼㿞㗁
䨙㦴㼎
㚯䓓㬧
䂊㚯
㼎䨙䪜䧼䝘
㦴㚯㚯䧼䅠㼫䧼䜿㗁䐞
䧼㿞㚯䥵
㸼㦴㚯
䘐䎼䈊䜿
䅠䓓䐞䜿㼎
㼎㼻䪜
㦴㿞㸼䨙
䈊㸼㼻
㗶䅠㚯㬱㼎䅠㬱㼎䅠㚯 㼎䈊 䜿䧼䧼 䜿㸼 㼎䅠㼫㚯㗁 㿞㸼’䎼 䮟㿞䅠㚯䋵”
㕝 㼻㼎䪜䅠䐞 䓓䜿䅠 㦴㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䜿 䮟㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䮟䜿䅠 䜿䘐䘐㚯䜿䈊㚯䝘㗁 䓓㼎䯊㿞䅠䐞 䨙㿞㸼㦴 㸼㦴㚯 䐞䈊䜿㼫㚯 㼎䮟 䜿 䅠㼎䰶䧼㚯䓓䜿䅠䋵
㿞䨙㸼㦴
䂊㚯
䜿䎼㗁㿞䝘
䅠䐞䜿㡃
䓓㚯
䜿㚯䯊㦴
䎼㚯䝘䓓䧼㿞
“䊊
䓓䮟㼎䈊
㸼䜿㸼䰶䧼㚯
䓓䜿
䅠䜿䝘
䧼㚯㸼
㗁䅠㼎䰦䪜䅠㸼䜿㿞
䋵㼻㼎䪜
䪜㕝䈹䈊㚯
䐞䘉䈊㼎䜿䅠
㿞㚯䓓䭃䪜
䊊䮟 㿞㸼’䎼 䜿䧼䧼 䜿㸼 㼎䅠㼫㚯㗁 㿞㸼 䓓㿞䐞㦴㸼 䰶㚯 䪜䅠䮟䜿㿞䈊 䜿䅠䝘 䝘䜿䓓䜿䐞㚯 㼎䪜䈊 䈊㚯䘐䪜㸼䜿㸼㿞㼎䅠䋵”
“㕝䧼䈊㿞䐞㦴㸼㗁 㸼㦴㚯䅠 䧼㚯㸼’䎼 䮟㿞䐞㦴㸼㗁” 䃌㿞䅠 䁳䪜㦴䪜 䎼䨙䪜䅠䐞 㦴㿞䎼 䧼㼎䅠䐞 䎼㸼䜿䮟䮟䋵
䐞䜿㞛㿞㦴䥵䅠
㿞䧼䥵㚯
㿞㸼䧼䓓䈊㼎䎼䓓䜿
㸼䜿䮟䎼’䎼䮟
䜿
㦴㚯䭃
䂊䅠䜿䯊㚯㚯
䎼㗁㸼䮟䜿䮟
㼎㸼䐞䪜䈊㦴㦴
㼎䝘㿞㗁䯊
䜿㚯䯊䰶㼎䋵
䈊㚯䝘䜿䎼㚯㸼㼎䅠
䯊㚯䅠㚯
䎼㼫㿞䜿䅠䐞䈊
䪜䅠䝘䎼㼎
㸼㦴㚯
㚯㦴㸼
㡃㿞㸼㦴 䜿 “䰶㼎㼎䓓” 䎼㼎䪜䅠䝘䋵
䭃㦴㚯 䧼㼎䅠䐞 䎼㸼䜿䮟䮟 䮟㚯䧼䧼 㦴㚯䜿䯊㿞䧼㼻 㼎䅠 㡃䜿䅠䐞 䭃䪜䓓㿞㚯㗁 䨙㦴㿞㼫㦴 䎼㦴㼎䪜䧼䝘 㦴䜿䯊㚯 䰶㚯㚯䅠 䜿 䎼㸼䈊㿞䥵㚯 㸼㦴䜿㸼 䎼㚯䅠㸼 䮟䧼㚯䎼㦴 䜿䅠䝘 䰶䧼㼎㼎䝘 䮟䧼㼻㿞䅠䐞䋵
䪜㬊㸼
䜿䎼
䘐䎼㼻㿞䓓䧼
㸼䰶䅠㚯
㚯䪜㿞䭃䓓
䮟㿞
䈊䯊㼎㚯
䜿䐞㡃䅠
䋵䘐䘐䜿䝘㦴㚯㚯䅠
㼻㦴䐞䧼㸼㿞㗁䧼
䅠㼎㦴䅠㸼㿞䐞
䱩䘐㼎䅠 㼫䧼㼎䎼㚯䈊 㿞䅠䎼䘐㚯㼫㸼㿞㼎䅠㗁 㿞㸼 䨙䜿䎼 䈊㚯䯊㚯䜿䧼㚯䝘 㸼㦴䜿㸼 㡃䜿䅠䐞 䭃䪜䓓㿞㚯 䰶䧼㼎㼫䥵㚯䝘 䃌㿞䅠 䁳䪜㦴䪜’䎼 䎼㸼䈊㿞䥵㚯 䨙㿞㸼㦴 㸼㦴㚯 䮟㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䮟䜿䅠 㿞䅠 㦴㿞䎼 㦴䜿䅠䝘䋵
䭃㦴㿞䎼 䮟㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䮟䜿䅠 䝘㿞䝘䅠’㸼 䎼㚯㚯䓓 䧼㿞䥵㚯 䜿䅠㼻 䝘㿞䯊㿞䅠㚯 䨙㚯䜿䘐㼎䅠 䰶䪜㸼 䨙䜿䎼 䎼䪜䮟䮟㿞㼫㿞㚯䅠㸼 㸼㼎 䈊㚯䎼㿞䎼㸼 䓓㼎䎼㸼 㼎䮟 㸼㦴㚯 䮟㼎䈊㼫㚯䋵
䈊㦴㚯䜿㸼
䃌㿞䅠
㸼㚯䐞䝘㦴㿞䅠㸼㚯䋵
䁳䎼䪜’䪜㦴
䊊䅠䝘㚯㚯䝘㗁 䅠㼎䅠㚯 㼎䮟 㸼㦴㚯䎼㚯 䘐㚯㼎䘐䧼㚯 䨙㚯䈊㚯 䎼㿞䓓䘐䧼㚯䋵
㡃䜿䅠䐞 䭃䪜䓓㿞㚯 㼫㦴䪜㼫䥵䧼㚯䝘㗁 㸼㦴㚯 䮟㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䮟䜿䅠 㿞䅠 㦴㿞䎼 㦴䜿䅠䝘 䜿䧼䈊㚯䜿䝘㼻 䎼䘐㿞䅠䅠㿞䅠䐞䋵
䯊㚯㸼䈊䧼䎼㿞㚯䜿䋵
䜿䝘䅠
䜿䧼㿞㚯䐞
䈊䜿䓓㗁
䎼䅠䪜䓓䓓㼎㚯䝘
䅠䜿
䨙䧼㿞㗁䧼
䮟㼎䐞䅠䝘䧼㿞
䓓㚯䝘㚯䎼㚯
㚯㦴䭃
䜿䮟䅠
㛿㚯䅠䎼㚯㿞㸼㼎䅠
䥵㿞䧼㚯
㼎䮟
㦴㿞䎼
㸼䜿
䭃㦴㚯 䮟㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䮟䜿䅠 䨙䜿䎼 㚯㛿㸼䈊㚯䓓㚯䧼㼻 䎼㦴䜿䈊䘐㗁 㸼㦴㚯 㚯䝘䐞㚯䎼 㚯䅠㼎䪜䐞㦴 㸼㼎 㼫䪜㸼 㸼㦴䈊㼎䪜䐞㦴 䎼䘐䜿㼫㚯㗁 䮟㼎䈊㼫㿞䅠䐞 䃌㿞䅠 䁳䪜㦴䪜 㸼㼎 䝘㚯䮟㚯䅠䝘 䘐䜿䎼䎼㿞䯊㚯䧼㼻䋵
“㬊䜿䅠䐞㗁 䰶䜿䅠䐞㗁 䰶䜿䅠䐞㗁” 䜿 䎼㚯䈊㿞㚯䎼 㼎䮟 㼫䈊㿞䎼䘐 㚯㛿䘐䧼㼎䎼㿞㼎䅠䎼䋵
㸼㚯㦴
䧼䐞㼎䅠
䧼㿞䮟㼎䅠䝘䐞
㦴㚯㚯䭃䎼
䥵䈊㸼䐞㿞䎼㿞䅠
䜿䅠䮟
㸼㦴㚯
㼎䮟䈊䓓
䘐䎼䥵䎼䜿䈊
䈊㚯䨙㚯
㸼䋵䎼䮟䮟䜿
㦴㸼㚯
㼻䮟䅠䧼㿞䐞
䭃㦴㚯 䮟㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䮟䜿䅠 㿞䅠 㡃䜿䅠䐞 䭃䪜䓓㿞㚯’䎼 㦴䜿䅠䝘 䓓㼎䯊㚯䝘 䎼㼎 䎼䨙㿞䮟㸼䧼㼻㗁 㿞㸼 䨙䜿䎼 䜿䧼䓓㼎䎼㸼 䰶㚯㼻㼎䅠䝘 㸼㦴㚯 㚯㼻㚯’䎼 䜿䰶㿞䧼㿞㸼㼻 㸼㼎 䮟㼎䧼䧼㼎䨙䋵
䭃㦴㚯 䮟㿞䅠䜿䧼 䓓㼎䯊㚯 㼎䮟 㸼㦴㚯 䮟㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䮟䜿䅠 䨙䜿䎼 䜿 䝘㿞䈊㚯㼫㸼 㸼㦴䈊䪜䎼㸼 㼫䜿䧼䧼㚯䝘 “㞛㸼䈊䜿㿞䐞㦴㸼 㸼㼎 㸼㦴㚯 㟓㚯䧼䧼㼎䨙 䘉䈊䜿䐞㼎䅠䋵”
㼎䰶䓓㼎””
䜿
䪜䝘䅠䋵䎼㼎
㦴㿞㡃㸼
㕝䧼䧼 㸼㦴㚯 䮟㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䮟䜿䅠䎼 䐞䜿㸼㦴㚯䈊㚯䝘 䜿䅠䝘 䧼䪜䅠䐞㚯䝘 䮟㼎䈊䨙䜿䈊䝘 㿞䅠 䜿䅠 㼎䯊㚯䈊䨙㦴㚯䧼䓓㿞䅠䐞 㼫䈊䪜䎼㦴䋵
䃌㿞䅠 䁳䪜㦴䪜’䎼 䧼㼎䅠䐞 䎼㸼䜿䮟䮟 䨙䜿䎼 䎼䘐㿞䅠䅠㿞䅠䐞 䝘㚯䅠䎼㚯䧼㼻㗁 㸼㦴㚯 䎼㼎䪜䅠䝘 㼎䮟 㿞㸼 㸼㚯䜿䈊㿞䅠䐞 㸼㦴䈊㼎䪜䐞㦴 䯊㼎㿞䝘 䐞䈊㼎䨙㿞䅠䐞 䧼㼎䪜䝘㚯䈊䋵
“䰶”䓓㼎㼎
㚯䜿䋵㦴䝘䈊
㼎䎼䅠䝘䪜
㕝䈊㸼㚯㦴䅠㼎
䜿䎼䨙
䭃㦴㚯 䮟㼎䧼䝘㿞䅠䐞 䮟䜿䅠 㼫㼎䧼䧼㿞䝘㚯䝘 䨙㿞㸼㦴 㸼㦴㚯 䧼㼎䅠䐞 䎼㸼䜿䮟䮟䋵
䭃㦴㿞䎼 㸼㿞䓓㚯 㸼㦴㚯 䮟㼎䈊㼫㚯 䓓䜿䝘㚯 䃌㿞䅠 䁳䪜㦴䪜 㼫㼎䅠㸼㿞䅠䪜㼎䪜䎼䧼㼻 䈊㚯㸼䈊㚯䜿㸼䋵
䰶䧼㼎㼎㚯䝘㿞䝘䋵
䜿㸼㦴㸼
䈊㚯䨙㚯
䜿㦴䝘䎼䅠
䐞㿞䈊䘐
㼎㿞㼎㚯䎼䅠䧼䅠䐞
䧼䐞㼎䅠