The picture in front of Xu Qi'an's eyes changed, from blur to clear, in less than a second.
Then, he found himself at the mouth of a certain valley, withering flowers and plants, bare trees, depressed and quiet.
Xu Qian closed his eyes, sensed the temperature and humidity of the air, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was not much different from the climate in the capital, which shows that the first surveillance officer did not take him out of Dafeng or to the border.
For most high-quality practitioners except martial artists, dozens of miles and hundreds of miles are just one step away.
The white-clothed warlock raised his hand, pressed his middle finger against his thumb, and a blood bead popped up. The blood bead hit the invisible wall of air, and the air swayed and rippled.
This is a secret place I spent a lot of energy to create back then. Only me, or my bloodline, could enter, and even the supervisor could not.Forced intrusion will only cause the place to collapse.
The white-clothed warlock carried Xu Qi'an and stepped into the barrier.
Xu Qi'an penetrated the thin, transparent Qi Realm, and the scenery in front of him completely changed. The valley was still a valley, but there were no plants and trees, only a huge stone plate full of various spells.
The stone plate has a diameter of ten feet, covering almost every inch of land in the valley.
As soon as he saw the stone plate, Xu Qi'an felt familiar and dizzy again, like a pregnant woman who couldn't bear it and wanted to vomit.
I have engraved this formation intermittently for more than 30 years, and a total of 108 formations have been combined into one, with unparalleled offense and defense. Except for the first-grade supervisor, it is difficult for anyone to break through this place.
The white-clothed warlock explained in a gentle tone.
Why is his secret place not far from the capital... Xu Qi'an frowned and this doubt flashed across.
Xu Qian didn't think much because his attention was attracted by a cross-legged mummy in the array.
The clothes worn by the mummy were rather strange, sewn with fabric and animal skin, with colorful stones hanging on the waist and layered sweat towels and hats on the head.
People from southern Xinjiang?
This is a typical southern Xinjiang clothing style.
He, is he the former leader of the Tiangu tribe?!Xu Qi'an felt aroused and expressed his guess.
That's right, he is the old man Tiangu who stole the luck of Dafeng with me.
The white-clothed warlock answers questions and answers, the clouds are calm and the wind is light, as if everything is under control.
Why did he die here?
Xu Qian stared at the first-generation surveillance officer's face and questioned his face, as if saying: Are you having an internal strife?
He had little lifespan, so he planned to be in great fortune with me, but was backfired. Not long after the Battle of Shanhaiguan ended, he was silent.
The first generation of surveillance officer sighed: If you steal the country's fortune, you will naturally be backfired, including if you draw your luck now, I will also be backfired.This is a price that must be borne.
Lina once said that the purpose of the old man Tiangu's pursuit of great fortune is to restore the sculpture of the Confucian saint and re-seal the witch god... Xu Qi'an pondered:
Will he be willing to make you a wedding dress?
A strong man who can plan great luck cannot be unaware of his life span and physical condition. How could he do such a wedding dress for others?
The white-clothed warlock stood side by side with Xu Qi'an, looking at the mummy in the center of the formation, and said:
This gift requires a price to be paid, the price is to seal the Gu God. This is the cause and effect between me and him, so you don’t have to worry about it.
Xu Qi'an was silent for a moment and whispered: Do I have to die?
The white-clothed warlock remained silent.
Xu Qi'an turned his head and looked at him sincerely: I don't care about this luck, this is your thing, I can give it back to you.
The white-clothed warlock said slowly:
When you enter the second level and become a Hedao martial artist, you will be able to withstand the consequences of withdrawing your luck.But I can't wait that long.
Wei Yuan is dead, Joan of Arc is dead, and the dragon vein is dispersed. These are all general trends. Qi training men need to follow the trend. If you don’t seize this opportunity, the time will pass when you are promoted to the second level.
To achieve great things, you must seize the opportunity, and you should understand.
After a pause, he sighed: Moreover, when you become a Hedao martial artist, I may not be able to subdue you again.
A trace of sadness flashed in Xu Qi'an's eyes, and he immediately calmed down and asked:
How did you hide it from the surveillance and put your luck on me?
This problem has troubled him for a long time. You should know that the surveillance is a first-class warlock. No one knows luck better than him. How did the first generation do it quietly and let luck sleep on him for twenty years.
The white-clothed warlock looked at the mummy and said lightly: This is not my ability, it is the method of the old man Tian Gu.The same method was also used at the beginning, and he concealed the supervision and successfully stole the luck.
What method... Xu Qi'an waited for a while, but he didn't wait for the explanation from the white-clothed warlock.
To untie the bell, you must also tie the bell to extract your luck, need his help, and this formation.
The white-clothed warlock carried Xu Qi'an, and, as if it was light and actually, put him somewhere, just facing the mummy.
He took the luck and needed the help of this formation. He started planning Ah thirty years ago... Xu Qi'an felt in his heart that he was doing things with his old silver coins, and his pulse was thousands of miles away.
He didn't resist, nor could he resist. After standing up obediently, he asked:
I really want to know if I can erase my name if I block the secrets of heaven.
The white-clothed warlock paused for a moment and said: Why do you ask like this?
Xu Qian smiled without any expression:
I'm just curious.How much can one block a person?Erase him completely from the world?What will the world react to blocking a person who is well-known to the world?For example, the emperor, like me.
Do people completely forget or are they confused about memories?What would happen if a person who was blocked from the secret appeared in everyone's sight again?
What is the difference between the closest relatives of those who are blocked and others?
The white-clothed warlock looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.
Xu Qi'an looked at him calmly. If he wrote the matter on paper in advance, what if his closest relatives saw content that was inconsistent with his memory?
……
In the suburbs of Beijing, on the official road.
Xu Pingzhi rode his horse and rushed towards Yunlu Academy. The great scholar Zhang Shen walked three feet in one step, leisurely walking with the horse.
There was a clear air in front of him, and a figure appeared, wearing a Confucian crown and an old Confucian shirt, free and unrestrained.
Dean?
Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment, and said in a surprising tone: Why are you here?
Dean Zhao Shou ignored him and took out three notes from his arms. He unfolded one of them, which read:
If you forget to save tomorrow (blank), please hand over the second note to Xu Pingzhi.
There is a blank space in the middle, who can I save?The paper was not written, or, once, but was erased.
What does this mean?
Zhang Shen looked at the content on the note and saw Zhao Shou's face becoming more serious than ever before, which made him realize that the dean seemed to be in some trouble.
Xu Pingzhi, sitting on the horse's back, frowned. He also saw the notes displayed by Zhao Shou. Although Uncle Xu had never read a book, he was in public office and had been eating royal meals for so many years. He always came into contact with books and words on weekdays, and it was impossible for him to be literate at all.
He knew most of the words on the note, but only two or three words were not known.
I just experienced a big battle, but I can't remember who to fight, and I can't remember the reason for the fight.Until I found these three notes on my body.
Zhao Shou said, unfolding the second note, which read in cinnabar:
Second uncle save me!!
The four words of red and eye-catching red reflected into Xu Pingzhi's pupils, making his pupils suddenly shrink as if they had encountered a strong light.
It made his cheek muscles twitch slightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead.
Xu Pingzhi held his head and roared in pain, with blue veins on his forehead bulging one by one. He fell from the horse's back, hugged his head with both hands, rolling on the ground in pain, and roaring constantly in pain.
Zhao Shou said in a deep voice: Everything will pass!
Say the truth and follow it.
Uncle Xu's headache was indeed much better. He gasped heavily, his face no longer had ferocious pain, and his whole body was sweating as if he had just been fished out of the water.
Xu Pingzhi slowly stood up, his mouth trembled, and tears were already covered in his rough face.
It seems that you think of something.
Zhao Shou's voice was gentle, and then unfolded the third note, which was: Go to Quanrong Mountain, Jianzhou, find the ancestor of the Wulin League, and you will know it when you go.
……
Quanrong Mountain, inside the stone gate.
The wriggling pieces of meat wandered around a note, with a line of words written on it:
It is very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the president of Yunlu Academy, to come and go with him to save people.
It is very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the president of Yunlu Academy, to come and go with him to save people.
Waiting for Zhao Shou, the president of Yunlu Academy, to come and go with him to save people, this is very important!
Say important things three times.
In the dim grottoes, the old voice echoed:
Why are there notes here? I seem to have forgotten something.I have been in jail for many years, so how could I come out easily?This will consume not much of my life left.
etc……
One of the pieces of meat was squirming and rolled out a letter in the corner, which read:
Senior, in the near future, I will encounter a great disaster. I hope you can help.The reward is, I promised to give you a piece of nine-color lotus root within half a year to help you step into the second grade Hedao.
In the cave, an old voice echoed again: Whose letter, whoever letter?
The voice was a little excited.
I don't remember, but this letter can be collected by me, which is enough to illustrate the problem. I seem to have forgotten something. By the way, Zhao Shou, wait for Zhao Shou...
The old voice muttered to himself.
……
The white-clothed warlock smiled:
It's very interesting, I'm a little surprised that you can think about these questions.But this doesn't matter. It only takes half a quarter of an hour to extract the luck in your body.Even at this moment, the surveillance officer repelled Saren Agu and rushed here, he could not disintegrate the formation I had spent more than thirty years to portray in half an hour.
Moreover, there are methods left by the old man Tian Gu here, which have unknown characteristics.
Unknown characteristics...Is this why luck is hidden in my body for twenty years and has not been discovered?Xu Qian suddenly realized, he sighed and said:
Really no leakage.
The white-clothed warlock didn't say anything anymore. He stepped lightly, and a clear light lit up from the soles of his feet, instantly igniting the entire array. The clear light spread like water waves, litting the spell.
At this moment, Xu Qi'an felt a huge sense of crisis, with hairs and every nerve sending dangerous signals.
This is the early warning of the crisis by warriors in the refining realm.
But no corresponding picture was produced in my mind. This crisis was mysterious and mysterious, and it seemed that it could not be captured and imaged.
In the dark, he felt something in his body floating up little by little, and he was about to come out of his head.
The formation is pulling away my luck... Xu Qi'an has a spiritual enlightenment.
At this time, the withdrawal of luck stopped and seemed to have encountered an insurmountable level.
At this moment, the mummy slowly opened her eyes in the center of the formation.
Those eyes only have whites and no eyeballs, and it seems to contain a terrible vortex.
Click!
Xu Qi'an seemed to hear the sound of the shackles being torn, and a certain shackle that locked his luck on him was broken, and nothing could stop the luck from being stripped.
Seeing this, the white-clothed warlock finally smiled.
Twenty years of planning have finally been completed and the result has been completed.
But the next moment, his face, which had just smiled, froze.
The endless luck that ordinary people could not see suddenly solidified when it was about to leave Xu Qi'an, and then slowly sank and fell back into his body.
There are other things you have, which are not the luck of Dafeng!
The white-clothed sorcerer said, his tone could not hear joy or anger, but it became low.
It seems I've bet right.
Xu Qian was sweating profusely, feeling tired of both physical and mental overdrawing. He obviously had no physical energy to consume, but he was gasping for breath and laughed while gasping:
I have now confirmed two things. First, the luck you hide in my body has been refined by you through the means of a Qi training man.And you have not refined another luck in my body and does not belong to you.
Second, you are different from the supervisor. The supervisor has made complete plans based on his "destiny" character.You, a second-grade Qi training man, are still within the human category, and you don’t know everything. For example, you don’t know that I once had an adventure and got a lucky fortune of unknown origin.It seems that the two luck seems to be merged, so you cannot take out the luck that belongs to you.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha…
His smile gradually became exaggerated, with the pleasure of surviving the disaster, and the fear of walking in the gates of hell!
The white-clothed warlock did not refute, as if he had made a mistake, and smiled:
It’s just that it’s just taking more time. It’s not difficult for a Qi practitioner to refine an additional part of his luck.On the contrary, I want to thank you for your gifts and give me a lot of luck.
Haha, hahahahahahahahahahahaha...
Xu Qi'an was still smiling there, smiling like a lunatic.
As I smiled, tears burst out.
The white-clothed warlock frowned, and his tone was a little unhappy: Why are you laughing at?
Xu Qian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the white-clothed warlock, feeling a little sad and a little hatred, and squeezed out a passage from his teeth:
Should I call you a disciple of the Supervisor, or the Xu family Wenquxing, Lord Xu?Or, call you dad?
Then, he found himself at the mouth of a certain valley, withering flowers and plants, bare trees, depressed and quiet.
Xu Qian closed his eyes, sensed the temperature and humidity of the air, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was not much different from the climate in the capital, which shows that the first surveillance officer did not take him out of Dafeng or to the border.
For most high-quality practitioners except martial artists, dozens of miles and hundreds of miles are just one step away.
The white-clothed warlock raised his hand, pressed his middle finger against his thumb, and a blood bead popped up. The blood bead hit the invisible wall of air, and the air swayed and rippled.
This is a secret place I spent a lot of energy to create back then. Only me, or my bloodline, could enter, and even the supervisor could not.Forced intrusion will only cause the place to collapse.
The white-clothed warlock carried Xu Qi'an and stepped into the barrier.
Xu Qi'an penetrated the thin, transparent Qi Realm, and the scenery in front of him completely changed. The valley was still a valley, but there were no plants and trees, only a huge stone plate full of various spells.
The stone plate has a diameter of ten feet, covering almost every inch of land in the valley.
As soon as he saw the stone plate, Xu Qi'an felt familiar and dizzy again, like a pregnant woman who couldn't bear it and wanted to vomit.
I have engraved this formation intermittently for more than 30 years, and a total of 108 formations have been combined into one, with unparalleled offense and defense. Except for the first-grade supervisor, it is difficult for anyone to break through this place.
The white-clothed warlock explained in a gentle tone.
Why is his secret place not far from the capital... Xu Qi'an frowned and this doubt flashed across.
Xu Qian didn't think much because his attention was attracted by a cross-legged mummy in the array.
The clothes worn by the mummy were rather strange, sewn with fabric and animal skin, with colorful stones hanging on the waist and layered sweat towels and hats on the head.
People from southern Xinjiang?
This is a typical southern Xinjiang clothing style.
He, is he the former leader of the Tiangu tribe?!Xu Qi'an felt aroused and expressed his guess.
That's right, he is the old man Tiangu who stole the luck of Dafeng with me.
The white-clothed warlock answers questions and answers, the clouds are calm and the wind is light, as if everything is under control.
Why did he die here?
Xu Qian stared at the first-generation surveillance officer's face and questioned his face, as if saying: Are you having an internal strife?
He had little lifespan, so he planned to be in great fortune with me, but was backfired. Not long after the Battle of Shanhaiguan ended, he was silent.
The first generation of surveillance officer sighed: If you steal the country's fortune, you will naturally be backfired, including if you draw your luck now, I will also be backfired.This is a price that must be borne.
Lina once said that the purpose of the old man Tiangu's pursuit of great fortune is to restore the sculpture of the Confucian saint and re-seal the witch god... Xu Qi'an pondered:
Will he be willing to make you a wedding dress?
A strong man who can plan great luck cannot be unaware of his life span and physical condition. How could he do such a wedding dress for others?
The white-clothed warlock stood side by side with Xu Qi'an, looking at the mummy in the center of the formation, and said:
This gift requires a price to be paid, the price is to seal the Gu God. This is the cause and effect between me and him, so you don’t have to worry about it.
Xu Qi'an was silent for a moment and whispered: Do I have to die?
The white-clothed warlock remained silent.
Xu Qi'an turned his head and looked at him sincerely: I don't care about this luck, this is your thing, I can give it back to you.
The white-clothed warlock said slowly:
When you enter the second level and become a Hedao martial artist, you will be able to withstand the consequences of withdrawing your luck.But I can't wait that long.
Wei Yuan is dead, Joan of Arc is dead, and the dragon vein is dispersed. These are all general trends. Qi training men need to follow the trend. If you don’t seize this opportunity, the time will pass when you are promoted to the second level.
To achieve great things, you must seize the opportunity, and you should understand.
After a pause, he sighed: Moreover, when you become a Hedao martial artist, I may not be able to subdue you again.
A trace of sadness flashed in Xu Qi'an's eyes, and he immediately calmed down and asked:
How did you hide it from the surveillance and put your luck on me?
This problem has troubled him for a long time. You should know that the surveillance is a first-class warlock. No one knows luck better than him. How did the first generation do it quietly and let luck sleep on him for twenty years.
The white-clothed warlock looked at the mummy and said lightly: This is not my ability, it is the method of the old man Tian Gu.The same method was also used at the beginning, and he concealed the supervision and successfully stole the luck.
What method... Xu Qi'an waited for a while, but he didn't wait for the explanation from the white-clothed warlock.
To untie the bell, you must also tie the bell to extract your luck, need his help, and this formation.
The white-clothed warlock carried Xu Qi'an, and, as if it was light and actually, put him somewhere, just facing the mummy.
He took the luck and needed the help of this formation. He started planning Ah thirty years ago... Xu Qi'an felt in his heart that he was doing things with his old silver coins, and his pulse was thousands of miles away.
He didn't resist, nor could he resist. After standing up obediently, he asked:
I really want to know if I can erase my name if I block the secrets of heaven.
The white-clothed warlock paused for a moment and said: Why do you ask like this?
Xu Qian smiled without any expression:
I'm just curious.How much can one block a person?Erase him completely from the world?What will the world react to blocking a person who is well-known to the world?For example, the emperor, like me.
Do people completely forget or are they confused about memories?What would happen if a person who was blocked from the secret appeared in everyone's sight again?
What is the difference between the closest relatives of those who are blocked and others?
The white-clothed warlock looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.
Xu Qi'an looked at him calmly. If he wrote the matter on paper in advance, what if his closest relatives saw content that was inconsistent with his memory?
……
In the suburbs of Beijing, on the official road.
Xu Pingzhi rode his horse and rushed towards Yunlu Academy. The great scholar Zhang Shen walked three feet in one step, leisurely walking with the horse.
There was a clear air in front of him, and a figure appeared, wearing a Confucian crown and an old Confucian shirt, free and unrestrained.
Dean?
Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment, and said in a surprising tone: Why are you here?
Dean Zhao Shou ignored him and took out three notes from his arms. He unfolded one of them, which read:
If you forget to save tomorrow (blank), please hand over the second note to Xu Pingzhi.
There is a blank space in the middle, who can I save?The paper was not written, or, once, but was erased.
What does this mean?
Zhang Shen looked at the content on the note and saw Zhao Shou's face becoming more serious than ever before, which made him realize that the dean seemed to be in some trouble.
Xu Pingzhi, sitting on the horse's back, frowned. He also saw the notes displayed by Zhao Shou. Although Uncle Xu had never read a book, he was in public office and had been eating royal meals for so many years. He always came into contact with books and words on weekdays, and it was impossible for him to be literate at all.
He knew most of the words on the note, but only two or three words were not known.
I just experienced a big battle, but I can't remember who to fight, and I can't remember the reason for the fight.Until I found these three notes on my body.
Zhao Shou said, unfolding the second note, which read in cinnabar:
Second uncle save me!!
The four words of red and eye-catching red reflected into Xu Pingzhi's pupils, making his pupils suddenly shrink as if they had encountered a strong light.
It made his cheek muscles twitch slightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead.
Xu Pingzhi held his head and roared in pain, with blue veins on his forehead bulging one by one. He fell from the horse's back, hugged his head with both hands, rolling on the ground in pain, and roaring constantly in pain.
Zhao Shou said in a deep voice: Everything will pass!
Say the truth and follow it.
Uncle Xu's headache was indeed much better. He gasped heavily, his face no longer had ferocious pain, and his whole body was sweating as if he had just been fished out of the water.
Xu Pingzhi slowly stood up, his mouth trembled, and tears were already covered in his rough face.
It seems that you think of something.
Zhao Shou's voice was gentle, and then unfolded the third note, which was: Go to Quanrong Mountain, Jianzhou, find the ancestor of the Wulin League, and you will know it when you go.
……
Quanrong Mountain, inside the stone gate.
The wriggling pieces of meat wandered around a note, with a line of words written on it:
It is very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the president of Yunlu Academy, to come and go with him to save people.
It is very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the president of Yunlu Academy, to come and go with him to save people.
Waiting for Zhao Shou, the president of Yunlu Academy, to come and go with him to save people, this is very important!
Say important things three times.
In the dim grottoes, the old voice echoed:
Why are there notes here? I seem to have forgotten something.I have been in jail for many years, so how could I come out easily?This will consume not much of my life left.
etc……
One of the pieces of meat was squirming and rolled out a letter in the corner, which read:
Senior, in the near future, I will encounter a great disaster. I hope you can help.The reward is, I promised to give you a piece of nine-color lotus root within half a year to help you step into the second grade Hedao.
In the cave, an old voice echoed again: Whose letter, whoever letter?
The voice was a little excited.
I don't remember, but this letter can be collected by me, which is enough to illustrate the problem. I seem to have forgotten something. By the way, Zhao Shou, wait for Zhao Shou...
The old voice muttered to himself.
……
The white-clothed warlock smiled:
It's very interesting, I'm a little surprised that you can think about these questions.But this doesn't matter. It only takes half a quarter of an hour to extract the luck in your body.Even at this moment, the surveillance officer repelled Saren Agu and rushed here, he could not disintegrate the formation I had spent more than thirty years to portray in half an hour.
Moreover, there are methods left by the old man Tian Gu here, which have unknown characteristics.
Unknown characteristics...Is this why luck is hidden in my body for twenty years and has not been discovered?Xu Qian suddenly realized, he sighed and said:
Really no leakage.
The white-clothed warlock didn't say anything anymore. He stepped lightly, and a clear light lit up from the soles of his feet, instantly igniting the entire array. The clear light spread like water waves, litting the spell.
At this moment, Xu Qi'an felt a huge sense of crisis, with hairs and every nerve sending dangerous signals.
This is the early warning of the crisis by warriors in the refining realm.
But no corresponding picture was produced in my mind. This crisis was mysterious and mysterious, and it seemed that it could not be captured and imaged.
In the dark, he felt something in his body floating up little by little, and he was about to come out of his head.
The formation is pulling away my luck... Xu Qi'an has a spiritual enlightenment.
At this time, the withdrawal of luck stopped and seemed to have encountered an insurmountable level.
At this moment, the mummy slowly opened her eyes in the center of the formation.
Those eyes only have whites and no eyeballs, and it seems to contain a terrible vortex.
Click!
Xu Qi'an seemed to hear the sound of the shackles being torn, and a certain shackle that locked his luck on him was broken, and nothing could stop the luck from being stripped.
Seeing this, the white-clothed warlock finally smiled.
Twenty years of planning have finally been completed and the result has been completed.
But the next moment, his face, which had just smiled, froze.
The endless luck that ordinary people could not see suddenly solidified when it was about to leave Xu Qi'an, and then slowly sank and fell back into his body.
There are other things you have, which are not the luck of Dafeng!
The white-clothed sorcerer said, his tone could not hear joy or anger, but it became low.
It seems I've bet right.
Xu Qian was sweating profusely, feeling tired of both physical and mental overdrawing. He obviously had no physical energy to consume, but he was gasping for breath and laughed while gasping:
I have now confirmed two things. First, the luck you hide in my body has been refined by you through the means of a Qi training man.And you have not refined another luck in my body and does not belong to you.
Second, you are different from the supervisor. The supervisor has made complete plans based on his "destiny" character.You, a second-grade Qi training man, are still within the human category, and you don’t know everything. For example, you don’t know that I once had an adventure and got a lucky fortune of unknown origin.It seems that the two luck seems to be merged, so you cannot take out the luck that belongs to you.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha…
His smile gradually became exaggerated, with the pleasure of surviving the disaster, and the fear of walking in the gates of hell!
The white-clothed warlock did not refute, as if he had made a mistake, and smiled:
It’s just that it’s just taking more time. It’s not difficult for a Qi practitioner to refine an additional part of his luck.On the contrary, I want to thank you for your gifts and give me a lot of luck.
Haha, hahahahahahahahahahahaha...
Xu Qi'an was still smiling there, smiling like a lunatic.
As I smiled, tears burst out.
The white-clothed warlock frowned, and his tone was a little unhappy: Why are you laughing at?
Xu Qian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the white-clothed warlock, feeling a little sad and a little hatred, and squeezed out a passage from his teeth:
Should I call you a disciple of the Supervisor, or the Xu family Wenquxing, Lord Xu?Or, call you dad?
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