It’s Not Easy Being a Master

Tonight Mengfu is exceptionally quiet.

Although the Meng family has money, there are few hosts in the house, and the Meng Yun couple are not exhaustive people. There are not many people in the house, and they are also considerate to Mrs. Meng. This morning, they sent money to the people in the house. From the top steward to the rude messenger, let everyone go home to rest for two days.

People went for the most part with gratitude, and there were only a few left alone who had nowhere to go. Madam Meng and Yan Yue also let them go out and have fun.

So there were only two men and women in the house.

Madam Meng did not know what reason it was, and coaxed Meng Yun to drink together in the garden gazebo.

Meng Yun was a little worried: "Your illness is just right, the wind is a bit cold tonight, let's go back to the house."

Mrs. Meng was specially dressed up tonight, with snail eyebrows and blush powder, jade earrings, and a jade bracelet on her wrist. The whole person looked very bright. Hearing Meng Yun's words, she smiled slightly, didn't speak, only shook her head slightly.

Meng Yun looked at her, and it seemed as if he had returned to the moment when he first met a few years ago. He missed it a little, and unconsciously showed a sincere smile on his lips: "Time is not thin, and Qing Qing is still as graceful as that year."

Mrs. Meng smiled: "Then Meng Lang allowed me to draw an eyebrow and stay together for a long time, and in a flash, it was many years."

Meng Yun froze for a moment, frowning?

When did he say these things to Mrs. Meng?

Meng Yun racked his head and thought for a while, but did not think of it, he thought he had forgotten it. But Mrs. Meng has never lied to him. He felt ashamed of his forgetting, and quickly took up a glass of wine, smiling concealedly: "Yes, it has been several years, come and have a drink with Qing."

He touched the glass with Mrs. Meng, raised his head, and drunk cleanly.

Mrs. Meng looked at him with a faint look, and then raised her hand to put the wine glass against her lips, covering her with her sleeves slightly, raising her head slightly, and drank the wine.

Meng Yun played with the wine glass and tasted the aftertaste. The meaning was never exhausted: "This wine has never been drunk before, but it tastes good."

The wine glass was gently placed on the small table, and a slight collision sound was made. Mrs. Meng whispered, "It's just ordinary wine." The hand took the scroll next to it, and handed it to Meng Yun: "I asked someone to draw it. The painting, Meng Lang, look, but you can still see. "

Meng Yun didn't take the painting axis, just covered her hand and held her hand to open the painting axis together.

It was a boudoir scene. In the painting, Meng Yun was bending down slightly, frowning for Mrs. Meng, a pair of jade pendants, a pair of jade pendant earrings, and a few accessories were delicate and beautiful.

And Mrs. Meng was smiling softly, with a pair of bright eyes condensing Meng Yun, watching him clumsily hold a snail, and frowning for her helplessly.

The Painted Demon does not deserve to be a demon who stands in the world with a "painting". This painting is lifelike. Meng Yun just looked at it, as if he were immersed in it. He unconsciously released Mrs. Meng's hand and muttered "Qing Qing", she reached out to touch Mrs. Meng in the painting.

He touched the scroll with his fingertips, and the scroll suddenly brightened. The picture was like the waves on the water surface, making ripples around him, dragging him all in!

However, Meng Yun looked pale and did not find this weird sight at all. He was like an unconscious traveler who was stepping into the mud without knowing it, and his eyes were a little obsessed: "Qing Qing looks so good ... I'll describe it for Qing Qing eyebrow……"

Mrs. Meng loosened her hand, and the scroll did not fall, so she floated in front of the two, swallowing half of Meng Yun's arm.

Mrs. Meng looked at Meng Yun who was focused in the painting, and then looked at Meng Yun who was distracted outside the painting. Her eyes were slightly moist, and there was a little despair floating in the water. After a moment, she was finally lifted towards the painting again. Out of hand.

When she was about to touch the scroll, a sword stabbed in a daunting manner, and she stabbed the scroll from the middle relentlessly—and divided Meng Yun and Mrs. Meng in the painting.

The light on the scroll disappeared abruptly, everything calmed down, and hurriedly fell.

Mrs. Meng's expression changed drastically, and she yelled, "Who!"

The scroll spit out Meng Yun's half-arm again, and Meng Yun was pulled loose and loose by invisible force, and almost bumped into the pavilion.

Meng Yun was awake, but he had no time to be at a loss, and saw that Mrs. Meng's face was pale for a moment, and even rouge couldn't hide her crotch, and her lips were slightly, so she spit out blood!

"Qing Qing!" Fang just shivered, leaving him two steps away from Mrs. Meng, and seeing that Mrs. Meng suddenly vomited blood and stood still, Meng Yun couldn't wait to think about it, and immediately went to hold people up: "What's wrong with you? "

"She's trying to kill you!"

Shen Zhixian came on the wind, grabbing Meng Yun's sleeves, and flung him behind, slashing his sword, staring at Mrs. Meng: "Ms. Meng has harmed countless souls and stole time in recent years. Time to be satisfied? "

Meng Yun was slammed hard by him, turned dizzy, and slightly followed by Yan Jin who followed him. He stood firm before he could see the appearance of the two, and was shocked and doubtful at once: "How did you come in? What do you want? doing what?"

When he saw the blood on Mrs. Meng's lips, he was anxious, and rushed forward, Shen Zhixian didn't turn back: "Stop him."

Yan Jin stretched out his long sword. Although he did not pull the sword out of the sheath, Meng Yun's heart was panicked and he walked.

When the scroll was just dropped, the hip flask and small stove were overturned. The small stove was used for warming wine. The charcoal was burning, and it was spilled when it was overturned. The half of the picture on which Meng Yun was painted was soaked with wine, and when it hit a charcoal fire, it immediately burned.

In the light of fire, Mrs. Meng's face became paler. She stared at the Meng Yun in the painting disappearing in the light. The tears at the bottom of her eyes couldn't help anymore, a drop dropped, and the teardrops fell to the ground, like jade beads Broken into pieces.

"No more, no more ..." She choked, holding her hand on the case, and leaned over hard to get to the picture, but she had no energy, her fingertips were not close to the picture, but it was always enough. No, but a small spark splashed on the back of her hand, and burned her fair skin with many scars.

In tears, she looked desperately at Meng Yun, and when she opened her mouth, she sang in a polite voice: "Drawing an eyebrow and two loves, promising to keep each other ... Lang ..."

She shuddered: "Mo Mo Qingqing ..."

Her voice was screaming, and Meng Yun was screamed and panicked by her voice. She was a little scared for a moment, hesitated, and then tentatively stepped forward: "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Meng seemed to be unable to hear him, and repeated the tune sung by the little thrush bird that night, exactly the same.

The scroll of ash was scattered by the wind, and Mrs. Meng looked at the ash, her voice gradually lowered. There are many pictures and scenes floating from her eyes, there are many years, many many years ago.

Many years ago, she was just a small thrush who was just able to take on a human body. She was raised by a girl who sang opera in the painting room, listening to the girl singing songs day and night, she even learned two voices.

She has just become a mature person and is curious about everything. However, she also knows that she is different from ordinary people and cannot be transformed at will. She can quietly become a human activity only when the girl goes out.

One day she became human again while the girl was away. The feathers on her body turned into a beautiful skirt, imitating the girls that she usually sees.

Today is very lively outside. The girl went out early in the morning. Now she hasn't returned in the evening. The little thrush is bored and she quietly pushes the door out.

As long as it is not a special weird monster, the humanized figure will not be too ugly. The little thrush is still beautiful when he is a bird. The transformed human figure is even more beautiful. He is full of aura, and his eyes are even more understandable. Involuntary pity.

In the end, she was still afraid of people. She hid in the corner and looked at all this curiously. Who knew that a younger brother happened to drink a little sip, and she couldn't avoid it and bumped into that younger brother.

Brother Gongzi saw this beautiful girl who was afraid and embarrassed, and stopped. She didn't know if she had drunk too much or suddenly opened her mouth, and a stunner blurted out: "Suspected fairy, Jiaoyan is beautiful."

If it was another girl, he would just laugh at him at this time. He was flat and different, but he had a small thrush who did n’t understand anything. He looked at him ignorantly, except to understand that the other person was bragging about her beauty. I didn't understand anything else.

It was exaggerated many times when it was a thrush, and it was the first time when it was a human. The young thrush was very happy, and immediately felt great favor for the younger brother, but she soon saw the girl who raised the thrush went to the room with a fascination.

Anxious, she couldn't help but raise her skirt and turned to run.

Obviously, Gongzi has never seen such a timid girl in the painting, and he stunned and watched her run away before yelling: "I haven't asked the girl's name, my name is Meng Yun, I don't know tomorrow-"

The little thrush has completely disappeared. His elder brother's voice stopped, he shook his head and laughed, and he drunk his head up. He stood for a while and went home.

In the future, everything seems to flow smoothly.

After the little thrush turned back to the bird, she still remembered the elder brother. Her ear was very smart. She heard the elder brother's name that day and heard him say "Tomorrow". She hopped around in the bird cage. Every day Expecting the girl to go out earlier, she will transform into a human figure to meet Meng Yun.

No one noticed the abnormality of a thrush bird, and Meng Yun always thought that she was a new girl in the painting house. He was accustomed to the flowers, facing the small thrush, and there was no door on his mouth. He drank Say everything when drunk.

But the girls he met on a week-to-day basis were long-term, knew who was true and who was false, and never cared about him, but the little thrush was different. The little thrush took him seriously when he was drinking.

Things like feelings always come suddenly and out of control. The little thrush was when one day Meng Yun said with a smile on his face that he was about to get married, then he suddenly realized that his mind had changed.

The more you get in touch with the outside world, the more the little thrush knows, especially in places like paintings. She should know what she should not understand. The little thrush carefully asked, "Can we not be married?"

For her, can she be married?

She failed to ask the following sentence because Meng Yun quickly answered her: "The days have been set, and recently I am busy and I cannot come here every day. Qingqing, you are here This is good. If you are short of money, send someone to speak to me in Mengfu. "

Thrush rubbed her lips. She saw Meng Yun's firmness in her eyes, and she knew that she couldn't let Meng Yun change her mind with her persuasion.

Meng Yun had told her before that she wanted to get a wise wife. She saw that Meng Yun only loves to linger in the flowers, and thought he was joking, but who knows ...

She responded dullly, watching Meng Yun hurried away, and there was a hint of hesitation across her eyes.

After two days of silence, the little thrush finally made up his mind and left the painting.

The little thrush was in trouble for a long time.

From Meng Yun, the trouble went to his fiancee, and the trouble was quite sensational, and it almost came to an end.

Where can anyone really see the girl in the painting? Under the pressure of several parties, Meng Yun had to rebuke the small thrush in front of everyone and let her die.

The small thrush held back tears, watching Meng Yun leave without turning back, watching Meng Yun finally get married, and drew another eyebrow for another woman, her heart twisted, and finally went astray.

The reason why she did not make it to the end was that the person from the Undead City had taken her away just before she was about to start.

"Don't linger in this world, return to the city of immortality with me. There you will be happy."

"Are you happy ..." asked the little thrush a hundred years ago, "All my happiness now is tied to that person, Immortal City ... Will there really be my happiness there?"

"Are you happy ..." murmured Mrs. Meng a hundred years later, "It's all false ... I escaped from the city of never dead, and I found his reincarnation. In order to give me a status of being visible, I even spared Created so many sins ... "

She has the immortal mark on her body. As long as she is a demon, the immortal city can find her by following the imprint. In order to leave the immortal city, she did not hesitate to abandon her long life, only for a few years. In order to get rid of the demon body, she did not hesitate to do business with the monster, which suppressed her original body, and she sought food for the monster.

How many sins she has infected in these years, countless, she finally shaped herself into the image of Meng Yun's most desired wife, and finally became a close friend of Meng Yun in this life and became his pillow. ...

But she was still unable to be satisfied and happy.

Once she hoped to marry Meng Yun, now she hopes that Meng Yun can belong to her completely.

"Why do you always go to those places ... you have always been like this." Madam Meng finally grabbed the remaining half of the scroll, and the woman in the painting was also annihilated by the fire for half her body, and Madam Meng tugged tightly. With the scroll, pain and sadness and despair, "Isn't it good to go to the painting with me? There are only two of us there, eternal peace, never to be apart ..."

Although she abandoned her demon body, Mrs. Meng can still feel that the peach blossom in the painting is not an ordinary person. Her painting has some inexplicable power, so Mrs. Meng will go for the painting, get the painting, and match it with the immortal city. What you have learned is not difficult to trap the two in the painting together, but unfortunately ... it was a stumbling block that killed halfway, and all was ruined.

Mrs. Meng screamed hoarsely, the half of the picture scroll suddenly brightened, a ray of light enveloped her whole body, Mrs. Meng's figure gradually shrank, and finally was swallowed into the painting.

Meng Yun looked back from the shock, as if he realized what it was. He was a husband and wife for several years, and his friendship was not shallow. For the time being, he abandoned the fear and ignored the obstruction of Shen Zhixian, and flung to pick up the half of the painting.

But the half of the painting had already been burned, and a small group of bird shadows did not know where they came from, and they were not in the fire.

Meng Yun rushed over, regardless of the fire. He quickly patted the picture scroll, trying to extinguish the fire, but the picture scroll was stained with wine, and soon it burned, leaving only ashes. When the wind blew, the ashes were blown up, and the figure of Mrs. Meng loomed in the light smoke, and there was a little bird floating in the midst of the air, watching him quietly.

"Qing ... Qing Qing?" Meng Yun stretched out his hand blankly to touch the shadow, and a gust of wind blew through, completely dispersing the shadow.

"What about people? Where is my wife?" Meng Yun stared blankly for a moment, then turned his head and questioned.

Shen Zhixian was about to speak, and suddenly Fang Hui shook violently in his hands. His face changed slightly, and he immediately decided to say to Yan Jin: "Send him out, if there are any people in the house, they will also be sent away."

He looked away from the courtyard far away, looking slightly dignified: "That thing is coming out."

No one knows the details of this monster. Shen Zhixian intends to go and see for himself and let Yan Jin send the person out first. However, Yan Jin is also reluctant and was ordered to frown again. Wishfully struggling Meng Yun to leave the house.

Shen Zhixian lifted his breath and stood up. Several ups and downs came to the small courtyard. The lock had cracked and the rune remaining on it was still functioning. Shen Zhixian broke it into a powder without saying a word.

The surging aura suddenly stagnated.

The wooden door was crumbling, Shen Zhixian kicked it open, protected himself, and broke into it.

The black smoke inside was full of corpses, most of which were some little monsters. A thick, almost substantial black gas traveled across the ground, transformed into various shapes, and made hoarse roars, terrifying.

This is probably the monster that made a deal with Mrs. Meng. Shen Zhixian saw the magic of her body rolling around, and did not dare to belittle her, staring cautiously.

Shen Zhixian had previously guessed that Mrs. Meng had separated her demon body from her body. The thrush bird was actually her body. I thought that the little thrush was crawling out of the yard ... Most of what was done by Mrs. Meng with this monster No, she looks for food for the monster, and the monster controls the demon body for her.

Frost was so excited that the sword spirit who had been shocked once more showed signs of sobriety. Shen Zhixian took the sword and took a deep breath, his wrists trembled, and the sword strokes came out at will, obliquely facing the black. Spurs go.

The sword was discouraged, and the monster seemed to be aware of it, suddenly receding backwards, making a sound of hot water boiling and bubbling.

This is Shen Zhixian's first actual combat since wearing the book. Even though he has a lot of memory in his mind, he usually practiced swords with Yan Jin, but that was different. He thought he had to be acquainted for a while to adapt this time. After the sheath, the sword moves in the clouds, but there is no sense of strangeness.

There was a hint of doubt in Shen Zhixian's heart, but soon he was totally attracted by the monster.

This monster doesn't know anything, its strength is not weak, and it can even be said to be very strong. Shen Zhixian has been plagued by heart disease for a long time. Although his realm is still there, his spiritual power can't keep up. After fighting with it for a while, he can't even distinguish himself.

However, she said that Yan Jin took Meng Yun out of the house, fearing that he would be dead and worried that he might make a noise and shock others, so he could only quickly throw him to the paintings and paint them to the painting demon, and even if he hurried back quickly.

Before entering the government, he activated the formation method originally set up around Meng House. Now no one can enter and leave Meng House at will.

This delay passed a quarter of an hour. Following the induction of the contract, Yan Jin found Shen Zhixian, who was fighting one by one with a monster. He said nothing and pulled out his sword to join the battle.

The two of them were in the same place and had the same heart. When they joined forces, they hardly needed to think. When Shen Zhixian's sword trembled, Yan Jin knew what he was going to do. Without hesitation, he made a sword break in the possible flaw. The monster goes backwards.

The monster was so much beaten by the two of them that they couldn't bear it immediately. These two days, the moonlight was weak and the aura was thin. According to the convention, the little thrush bird should have come to look for food for him, but now the little demon did not know where he went, but instead turned into two very fierce little cubs. Broke it tonic.

He was furious, knowing that he was not seriously injured, and then he was afraid that he would suffer. It roared hoarsely, the black gas suddenly increased, and the invisible energy sucked all the bones around him.

There are actually some auras in those bones, but it used to be bitten by its fangs. At this time, it could not help but have to chew them all and swallow them, squeezing the last aura.

Shen Zhixian noticed something awkward, and yelled, "Rewind!" But it was too late, and the monster that squeaked down all the bones suddenly burst into great power, and Zhang Ya rushed towards them both!

That momentum was too strong, only a moment, Shen Zhixian knew that the two of them could not retreat at this time-what is this! So powerful!

Yan Jin was on his side. If Shen Zhixuan stepped back, the monster would hurt Yan Jin.

As soon as Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth, he gathered the spiritual power on the sword, and slammed Yan Jin back, but he was going to face it. However, between the sparks of the calcium carbide, Yan Jin not only did not listen to him, but took a step forward. Swinging out, with a determined momentum, took the lead to stop the monster!

The two powerful forces collided, and the entire small courtyard seemed to be crushed. The brick walls were shattered, and the surrounding courtyard walls were razed to the ground. Yu Wei spread to the flowers and trees outside, and the few locust trees were uprooted. Fall to the ground, revealing countless bony bones underneath.

Yan Jin was forced to take a step back. On his own, he couldn't resist the outbreak of monsters at all. Shen Zhixian reached into his back with one hand and passed on the spiritual power.

As soon as Ling Lifu passed to Yan Jin's body, Shen Zhixian felt that Yan Jin was not in a good state at this time. His blood was swollen and the meridians were retrograde. He was seriously injured. His heart tightened, the sword drawn a semicircle, and together with Yan Jin, he knocked the monster back a step.

That magic object was forcibly improving itself. It lasted for a short time. Although it hurt Yan Jin, it didn't work out well. In the past few years, it has been difficult for him to make up for a little more black gas. In half, I have spent all my effort in years.

It was irritated, but it did not dare to delay anymore. While the two of them didn't notice, they hurried into the ground quickly, and disappeared for a moment, leaving only a resentful and hateful roar in the soil. "Ignorant child! Good thing! "

His voice was hoarse and ridiculous and extremely unpleasant.

Shen Zhixian was about to laugh at him. This monster is not a gopher, but he will punch holes!

However, Yan Jin was injured. He didn't feel relieved to leave Yan Jin to chase the monster, but he could only hold down his mind for a while, and he set up a barrier to protect him. He helped Yan Jin sit down on the spot, and immediately helped him to regulate the chaos in his body. Spiritual power.

Yan Jin was not injured lightly. After adjusting her breath for a while, she took a breath, coughed up a little blood, relieved her breath slightly, and turned pale.

He sat leaning on Shen Zhixian, his expression tired, a rare gesture of weakness. Shen Zhixian also wanted to pass on some spiritual power to him, but he refused, and said dumbly, "I'm fine. Is it okay when I'm old?"

Although Shen Zhixian got a half piece of scaly scales to protect her heart for the time being, but there are still hidden worries. Yan Jin was even more worried about whether this fight would only make Shen Zhixian's heart attack.

Shen Zhixian's heart was flowing hot, and he smiled at him, his eyes warmed, and he whispered, "I'm fine." He half-hugged Yan Jin for a while and helped Yan Jin stand up: "Here is confusion here , The magic is still there, and the discomfort heals, let's go back to painting. "

The formation outside Mengfu is still there. There is only one small flaw, which was probably destroyed when the monster escaped. Shen Zhixian replenished it in hand to prevent the remaining magical energy from flowing out, and then slowly returned to painting.

In the painting, the Painted Demon is dealing with Meng Yun's complete collapse, and even the two of them have no time to take care of it, only quietly handing a wink to let them go.

The two quietly avoided Meng Yun and searched for vacancies.

...

The monster escaped and did not return, and Yangzhou was so peaceful for several days.

Meng Yun probably finally understood what was happening. The temperament of the whole person changed a lot.

His Mon House has no way to enter or live. Fortunately, he has other places to live, and the Painted Demon advises him to reorganize his new home, resettle all the people, and strive to minimize the impact of this incident. .

Yan Jin treated her behind closed doors, and Shen Zhixian went to work on many follow-up matters of Mengfu alone.

The several locust trees by the yard all fell down, and they fell into ruin overnight. The leaves fell on the ground and the rhizomes withered. Shen Zhixian saw the deep pit of the tree, all the monster wrecks, mixed with many incomplete wooden signs, sigh Breathed.

The locust tree is a ghost in the wood. It has a very heavy yin and is a tree that recruits ghosts and souls. Using the locust tree to attract souls is more effective.

If the thrush is considered a poor demon, the poor person must have hatred. She has killed countless souls for her own selfish desire, and it is not too much to end her life.

Because it was strangling and suppressed by the demons for a long time, the wreckage was more or less attached to the wrecks. Shen Zhixian was afraid of the afterlife, burned them with a fire, read the requiem for the soul, and destroyed the magic. After five or six days of busy work, it was the end.

It was a cloudy day when I left Huaying. Huaying was not open during the day. The girls and teenagers returned to rest in their rooms. Only the painting demon sang a gentle song on the stage.

There was no audience in the audience.

Shen Zhixian stopped to listen to her sing.

"... the drums are not full, disturbing your dreams, and waking up to listen to the drama. Makeup remover asks Bronze Mirror, sighs long and short, the scenes are scattered, which loves me really ..."

Painted Skin Fairy changed her face again, holding her long sleeves and pinching the orchid fingers, singing fascinatingly. The Painted Devil has always been reluctant to go to the Undead City. She said that it is a place where nothingness can make people indulge in imagination, and she prefers to live in this earthly world.

Even if one day dies, it can be considered a happy one.

Shen Zhixian didn't bother her, stopped to listen to her sing for a while, and quietly carried away with Yan Jin.

...

After leaving Yangzhou, the two were not in a hurry to find the undead city.

After the incident in Mengfu, Shen Zhixian suddenly found a problem. Yan Jin came out to practice on the surface, but in fact, there were no major ups and downs in this way.

Although Yan Jin practiced diligently every day, it was still not enough-the actual combat experience was too little, and she really had to fight against others, and she had to suffer.

Shen Zhixian gave a final word: "The immortal city is not in a hurry, find some secret places to make a breakthrough." Listening to the meaning of the thrush bird and the painted skin demon, this immortal city is not a simple place, they first mention their own strengths.

There are 13 realms of immortality in this world. Shen Zhixian reached the tenth level before suffering from heart disease, which is called a genius, but then the spiritual power cannot work and cannot be further cultivated.

And Yan Jin is no less inferior. He had just risen to the first level in the early period. At this time, he was only one level lower than Shen Zhixuan. His spiritual power was pure and full, waiting for the actual combat to hone.

The hidden places like the ancient Tatars were hard to find before. There are many small hidden places in general. The two went to a few in a row. Shen Zhixian had a realm and had insufficient spiritual power. Then he absorbed the essence of aura. Yan Jin went to the fierce realm. The monsters fight and progress rapidly in actual combat.

The secret environment is hard. Fortunately, the two of them are not incapable of suffering. In this way, they practiced for half a year, and their cultivation has made a qualitative leap.

After finally coming out of a secret realm, Shen Zhixian looked at the outside without left and right, and stretched a laziness with a little grace, and groaned with a smile: "It can be worked out, and the valley is long and tight. Find a big town and eat it in a while A meal ... "

Yan Jin smiled at the bottom of her eyes, and started to recognize the direction.

When they came out of the mystery, they settled in a remote place and took two turns to get on the right path.

But who knew that the two had not walked for a quarter of an hour, and five or six juveniles suddenly popped out of the roadside forest, brushed their swords, and surrounded them firmly.

Shen Zhixian looked at them subtly, looking at their posture, as if the classic robbery lines would be moved out the next moment.

The two stood still, and the headed young man Lang took the lead: "Bold maniac! Huge number of people! Today we will kill the sky for the people!"

The swords trembled and they attacked at them.

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