Chapter 1 Xu Xingxu Treading
Jiajing forty years, April.
Chun'an County, Hangzhou, Zhejiang.
It coincides with the plum rain season, and the world is filled with the feeling of a storm. The humidity is so heavy that it is quite gloomy, and it is difficult to see where the sun has gone.
The dirt road was full of potholes and muddy, and the attic looked dilapidated. The smell of decay and dilapidation was mixed with the water vapor and spread far away.
There are few people on the street, and most of them are walking in a hurry, with their heads lowered and their eyebrows furrowed. Occasionally, there are government officials patrolling the streets, but their faces are solemn.
The whole city is filled with an anxiety and uneasiness that even the air is tense.
Xu Xing had a panoramic view of it all.
In the past, Chun'an County was irrigated by the Xin'an River and had abundant rice production. It was considered a fertile land among the 19 prefectures in the southeast.
But all this became the past six years ago.
The southeastern coastal area has been plagued by pirates and wars since the founding of the country by Taizu. Although there was a maritime ban system, it was difficult to eradicate the scourge. This even caused a group of coastal people to take risks and eventually became pirates.
As the saying goes, "bandits and merchants are both human beings. When the market is open, bandits turn into merchants, and when the market is banned, merchants turn into bandits. At first, merchants were banned, and then bandits were banned. The stricter the ban, the more prosperous the bandits became... So everyone on the seashore became thieves." , there are those who cannot be punished. "That's right.
The harsh maritime ban policy eventually gave birth to a giant bandit who was entrenched all over the world and had influence in the Japanese slaves, Ryukyu and other places.
This man's name was Zhu Tiandu, and he was said to be a descendant of Emperor Jianwen. He had hundreds of ships under his command, more than a thousand warships, and tens of thousands of men who dared to fight. He was the number one bandit on the southeast coast, and was known as "Prince Baolong."
The Japanese slaves called him the "Ghost Emperor" and the "Shadow King" with awe, to demonstrate his inviolability and supreme majesty in the Japanese slave kingdom.
Six years ago, this "Prince Baolong" personally led tens of thousands of pirates ashore, looting the three provinces of Zhejiang, Anhui and Jiangsu, and plundering more than 20 places in Hangzhou, Yan, Hui, Ning, Taiping and other prefectures and counties.
Zhu Tiandu drove all the way straight to the city of Nanjing, the remaining capital. He bombarded the city and killed people without planning. He went on a rampage for more than 80 days and then retreated calmly, leaving the officers and soldiers to look at the ocean and sigh.
His man-made disasters are so serious and his reputation is so great that the people in the southeast will change their color after hearing about it.
To them, the majesty of this "Dragon Prince" was even greater than that of the Holy Master who had only practiced Taoism and sought immortality and had not been involved in government affairs for more than 20 years.
Chun'an County was also severely damaged by this unprecedentedly tragic maritime chaos.
The county annals record that the phrase "nine out of ten houses are empty, and the population is between ten and fifty-six" is not modified at all, but is a bloody reality.
Even now, the pirates and Japanese pirates under this giant sea pirate have repeatedly invaded the border, burning, killing and looting, causing great harm to the people along the coast.
Xu Xing waved his hand to disperse the dust and strode into the city.
Countless hidden gazes were cast towards Xu Xing from all directions on the street, filled with many complex emotions, including curiosity, surprise, and scrutiny.
There is no other reason, just because Xu Xing's confident posture with his head held high is really out of tune with this depressive and restless county.
He turned into a deep alley with familiarity and reached out to push open the door of the medicine shop. As soon as I entered the store, a large amount of smoke, carrying the smell of medicine, hit my face.
There was a haggard old man sitting behind the counter, holding a cigarette stick in his hand. He looked up and saw Xu Xing. His brows stretched, his hands loosened, and he said angrily:
“You don’t even knock on the door, do you really think it’s your own home?”
That's what he said, but the intimacy in the old man's words could be felt by anyone.
The old man's medicine shop specializes in martial arts business. The people who come to get medicine from him on weekdays are all martial arts apprentices. They are strong-blooded and rely on their own strength, so they are a bit rough.
Only Xu Xing, although he was the owner of the museum, came to get the medicine in person every time. He was gentle in speech and well-behaved, so the old man naturally treated him differently.
Xu Xing came to the counter, saw the old man's alert look, and said curiously:
"Even if we have trouble with Japanese pirates here, we won't be able to make trouble with you, Mr. Guo. Why are you so careful?"
Lao Guo was able to open a medicine shop in Chun'an County and specialize in dealing with martial arts schools. He was naturally very resourceful and would not worry about being harassed by some wandering Japanese pirates like ordinary people.
Lao Guo narrowed his eyes and smiled strangely:
"If you can't make trouble with the Dragon King at sea, there is still a Dragon King on land."
Lao Guo is quite bold as a Jianghu man, and he is also unscrupulous in arranging today's saints.
Xu Xing's brows wrinkled and then flattened.
“Is it still about ‘changing rice into mulberry’?”
Although it was a question, Xu Xing's tone was very determined.
Over the years, the emperor overhauled the palace, spent excessively in the Ming Palace, and officials were corrupt. The state treasury has long been unable to make ends meet, and there have been many natural and man-made disasters. The situation has deteriorated year by year.
At the beginning of this year, in order to increase income, Yan Song, the first minister of the dynasty, proposed the method of "converting rice to mulberry". He wanted to change half of the farmland in Zhejiang into mulberry fields to increase silk production so that more silk could be weaved and sold to the outside world. Replenish the treasury.
Emperor Jiajing Longyan was very happy and immediately approved the implementation. Although this policy sounds good, it is extremely difficult to implement.
Even though the emperor has said that the renovated mulberry fields will be taxed as rice fields, how can these farmers, who face the loess and turn their backs to the sky, and rely solely on farming to support their families, be willing to give up their own rice fields?
Even if the harvest in the mulberry field is good, it is not enough to fill the stomach.
If there is a natural or man-made disaster, and those large households take the opportunity to lower prices and increase their income, they are afraid that the whole family will not even be able to have enough to eat.
The farmers were not fools, and they knew the methods of these powerful households. Naturally, they were unwilling to hand over their life-and-death concerns, and they resisted fiercely.
The government did not dare to take action rashly, for fear that the situation would get out of hand and the pirates, who were always eyeing the southeast, would pluck the peaches.
So, there was a stalemate for four months.
But now it sounds like the government is taking action again?
No wonder Lao Guo was so wary.
Even if the mighty Ming Dynasty government couldn't suppress the big bandits roaming the sea, wouldn't it be easy to deal with a group of farmers and landowners who have their roots in the land?
Xu Xing sighed.
The government and pirates are all man-eating tigers. When the two tigers fight, it is the common people who suffer in the end.
In this world, there is really no way for people to survive.
Xu Xing had various thoughts rolling around in his heart, but he didn't show them.
After he paid the money, he said goodbye to Lao Guo, picked up the package of medicinal materials, and turned around to leave the pharmacy.
Xu Xing would smile and say hello to vendors he met along the way. If he met someone he knew well, he would stop and chat with them before waving goodbye.
After leaving the city, he walked along the muddy country road.
The rural road was overgrown with weeds, and at the end there was a hillside with dense forest leaves, a gurgling stream in the forest, and row houses standing beside the stream.
There is a plaque hanging in front of the door. The marks on the plaque are particularly deep. There is no dust in the depressions. The straight lines outline the regular script handwriting.
Tide Pavilion.
The environment here is quiet, and it seems like a peaceful ashram for monks to practice. When you enter from the gate, you will see a ground made of water-marked white stones.
Due to the chaotic situation in the southeast and frequent wars, the people were also in the flames of war. They had become quite tough and fierce, and martial arts prevailed. Even the farmers in the fields could show off their skills with style.
Over time, this place naturally became filled with boxers and martial arts schools.
It is an unbreakable truth in martial arts that the poor in literature and the rich in martial arts are why martial arts schools are mostly opened in cities.
But Xu Xing's Li Chao Guan did the opposite. Since his master's generation, he has set up in the countryside and recruited children from poor families as his apprentices.
However, most of these people are forced to make a living. They can only learn some superficial moves and then go home to help. It is extremely difficult to persevere.
Since the death of the old gym owner Liu Guo and Xu Xing taking over the martial arts gym, the number of apprentices in the Chao Chao Gym has become increasingly rare. Today, there is only one person who practices boxing with him seriously.
This person's name is Qi Dazhu, a local mulberry farmer in Chun'an. He is simple-minded, brave and diligent. He has practiced hard since he became a disciple and has rarely slacked off for a day.
Xu Xing was quite satisfied with Qi Dazhu's qualifications and character, and had planned to include him in the gate of Lichao Pavilion in a few days to become a true successor who was qualified to offer incense to the ancestors of all generations.
After returning to the martial arts hall, Xu Xing first set up the stove, processed the medicinal materials and a pheasant he bought, and put them into a stoneware pot to cook.
Although Xu Xing has something on his mind, he will not disrupt his life rhythm.
After handling the ingredients, he set up a large iron pot, poured in a basin of sawdust and charcoal mixed with iron nails, and then raised a bright firework to light the pot full of charcoal.
Xu Xing picked up a bamboo stick from the side and stirred it gently in the fire.
When the rough tips of the nails were slightly red from the heat, he put down the bamboo stick, picked up the dustpan, sprinkled a handful of pods into the pot with a flick of his wrist.
These pods have been exposed to the sun for many days. When exposed to fire, the shriveled skin turns to ashes, exposing the beans inside.
When the beans come into contact with the flame, they will make a slight sound like oil. After this sound, the whole beans will be burnt black and bitter, making it difficult to eat.
At this moment, Xu Xing's free left hand moved.
The full pot of flames shook as if blown by the wind, making crackling and popping sounds.
After a breath, Xu Xing exhaled, opened his palms, and revealed a handful of oily beans.
The beans are yellow and clear, plump and without a trace of scorch marks, and the reddish iron nails in the pot remain in the same position.
In this short period of time, he avoided all the iron nails and picked up dozens of beans that were about to explode but not yet exploded. He also controlled the force just right and did not crack any beans.
This miraculous performance is enough to make ordinary boxers stunned.
Xu Xing blew the white air from the beans, threw them into his mouth one by one, and slurped while eating.
For a boxer like him, the skin of his hands and feet has been tempered to be extremely tough. Even if he is put directly into boiling water, he will be fine, but his mouth will feel a little hot when he chews it.
However, it tastes best when eaten hot.
Xu Xing chewed the beans slowly, listening to the crisp sound coming from his lips and teeth when the beans burst, and he narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.
After finishing this batch, Xu Xing picked up the dustpan again and did the same thing. Throughout the process, his eyes were extremely focused and his skin gradually turned red.
With Xu Xing's skill, it would not be easy to "hold beans in the fire" without interruption. He must be fully focused and cannot tolerate the slightest distraction.
It is precisely because of this that he uses this method to practice his martial arts.
——If there is no challenge, how can it be called spiritual practice?
At this moment, the medicinal soup in the jar was also cooked. A strong smell of Chinese medicine, accompanied by the aroma of large pieces of meat, penetrated into Xu Xing's nostrils, making him feel refreshed.
The wild ginseng and angelica cooked here are several decades old and have extraordinary medicinal power. Martial arts training emphasizes the integration of nourishment and refining. To strengthen the body, nourishment is naturally indispensable.
Xu Xing was not afraid of being burned, so he reached out and picked up the earthenware jar from the stove. He tilted his neck and swallowed all the medicinal materials and chicken in the earthenware jar, eating them cleanly.
He felt a ball of heat and warmth rolling around in his belly, and the fatigue after training was gone.
Xu Xingxing went back to the inner room, fetched a basin of water, washed himself, and prepared for the afternoon lecture.
The copper basin reflected a face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.
This face is so handsome that it is almost beautiful, but it has a pair of thick eyebrows, the ends of the eyebrows are slightly raised like knives, and the eyes are bright and crystal clear, making it look very courageous, as if the literary and elegant character of the southerners is also mixed with the charm of the northerners. Heroic and heroic.
Because of this extremely outstanding appearance, Xu Xing's reputation in Chun'an County is far better than that of Lichao Hall, a run-down martial arts gym.
Almost all young girls who have met him will feel pity. Why can't such a rich and handsome young man think about becoming a boxer who throws fists and practices tricks?
Xu Xing just laughed it off. Because, for him, a time traveler from the 21st century, there is nothing in this world that is more worthy of investment than practicing martial arts.
In Xu Xing's life, he devoted himself to the official family of Shaoxing. His grandfather was a fellow scholar of the fifth rank, but by the time he was born, his family's fortune had already declined.
Xu Xing's parents died young. When he was four years old, his only biological uncle took him to Chun'an and handed him over to Liu Guo, the old owner of the Tide Tide Hall who had a close relationship with the Xu family.
From the mouth of the old museum owner, Xu Xingcai learned about the differences between this world and the previous one.
Although the general trend of the Ming Dynasty he belonged to was similar to the "history" known in previous lives, it had an extremely prosperous martial arts.
This kind of martial arts does not talk about concepts such as qi sea, meridians, and true qi. Instead, it aims to develop the potential of the human body and temper the spiritual will in order to break through the limits of the physical body.
Although those who are accomplished in boxing cannot fly into the sky or move mountains across seas, they still have the power to drag nine oxen backwards, the ability to replace beams with pillars, and the ability to fight with thousands of spears and swords, and use horses to easily take the heads of enemy generals. between palms.
The first time Xu Xing met Liu Guo, the old man demonstrated the skill of splitting a tree trunk as thick as a bowl with one palm.
Although the old man's movements were understated and his expression was calm and relaxed, the shock brought by the inhuman power made Xu Xing particularly fond of it and he still cannot forget it.
If death is the destination for everyone, then Xu Xing, who has lived in two lifetimes, is like a playful child who managed to escape after returning home.
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Because of this, Xu Xing cherishes his hard-won second life.
This kind of cherishing does not mean that he is afraid of death. He has already died once, so there is nothing to be afraid of. Maybe he will be reborn again after death.
But it shows that Xu Xing never hesitates to invest his efforts and energy in the things that interest him.
Xu Xing's idea is very simple. Since he never lived happily in his previous life, he can't make the same mistakes again after finally returning to this life, right?
After experiencing the explosive torrent of entertainment information in the modern world, most of the enjoyment in this world is boring and lackluster to Xu Xing.
In Xu Xing's opinion, this kind of boxing technique, which he had never seen before in his previous life and could be called "inhuman" and "supernatural" when practiced to a high level, was something novel and interesting enough.
He was an avid martial arts fan back then, and he also read many martial arts novels such as "Dragon and Snake Justice" and "Fist of the River". Now that he has the opportunity to come into contact with this "real martial arts", he naturally doesn't want to miss it.
So Xu Xing immediately kowtowed and became Liu Guo's first disciple.
When I first started practicing martial arts, I had no choice but to practice hard.
Throughout the ages, any boxer who can be called a "master" must endure unimaginable amounts of sweat and pain.
However, these pains and sufferings are a different kind of enjoyment for Xu Xing.
After losing strength due to hard training, Xu Xing often realizes more clearly that his weak arms are gradually becoming stronger, his fragile muscles and bones are getting stronger, and his soft skin is getting tougher. As his practice deepened, even his spirit became high-spirited due to long-term training.
This feeling of growing up bit by bit and becoming stronger in all directions is really intoxicating for Xu Xing.
In this way, this time traveler from the distant blue star spent a full eighteen cold and summer days in hard training and practice.
Such a long period of time has already integrated his life with martial arts. Unknowingly, boxing has become an inseparable and important thing in Xu Xing's life.
After cleaning his face, Xu Xing put on a green shirt, a long coat, and black cloth shoes. His hair was tied up without a hairpin, and his temperament also changed, like a carefree and uninhibited scholar.
People who don't know him find it hard to believe that this handsome young man with outstanding grace and a sense of moonlight and pure air is actually a country warrior who practices boxing style.
This is also the rule of Lichao Hall. As a teacher, it doesn't matter what you wear when practicing martial arts, but when preaching, teaching, and solving doubts, you must look good and dress well, so that you can set an example for your disciples.
As Xu Xing was putting it on, a dull sound suddenly came from the distance, like faint thunder in the clouds.
He walked out of the inner room, opened the door and looked out, only to see five horses galloping towards him. They stopped in front of the martial arts hall, and the five white-coated officers dismounted.
The leading man had a yellow face and a mustache, was short and stocky, had sharp eyes, sinister brows, and had thick knuckles on his hands covered with calluses.
Xu Xing could tell at a glance that he was a good martial artist who had mastered boxing skills.
He didn't expect that the government would come to his door so quickly. Looking at this situation, the person who came was not a good person.
Seeing Xu Xing come out, the yellow-faced man's eyes flashed, he cupped his hands with a smile but said:
"You are the owner of the Tide-raising Pavilion, walking slowly and step by step? It's a pleasure to meet you."
Xu Xing nodded, and just as he was about to speak, the yellow-faced man changed his expression and scolded in a cold voice:
"You look like a fair-faced scholar, but you do great things behind your back. Your heart is extremely vicious, and your good looks are in vain!"
On weekdays, the yellow-faced man used this trick of coaxing and frightening to handle cases in the county, and he really restrained many prisoners, but now against Xu Xing, it was completely ineffective.
The young museum owner just raised his eyebrows and said in a neutral tone:
"If this messenger, Xu, has violated the laws of the Ming Dynasty, please make it clear."
"If not..." Xu Xing raised his head, glanced at the faces of the five people, and said calmly: "Stop playing these little tricks."
A gloomy look flashed across the face of the yellow-faced man, his eyes were unkind, and he sneered:
"Small trick? Xu, I'm giving you a chance to explain yourself about the "Japanese" incident in Lichao Pavilion. Since you are stubborn, don't blame us brothers for being rude!
Your apprentice, openly pretending to be a Japanese pirate, gathered a crowd to fight against the government, clashed with the government troops, incited rebellion, offended the prefect, and has been escorted to Hangzhou Prison.
Don't say you don't know anything about this. ”
Although Xu Xing was young, he had experienced the world, and he was familiar with the speaking skills of these official officials. Hearing this embellished description, he made his own judgment in his heart.
Thinking back to what Lao Guo said today that the government has decided to use tough measures to promote "changing rice into mulberry", he can already deduce the general outline of the truth of the incident.
Since he said "colliding with the officers and soldiers and offending the prefect," he probably meant that the prefect of Hangzhou personally led the officers and soldiers to deal with those rice farmers who were unwilling to switch to mulberry seedlings.
Qi Dazhu couldn't see it, so he came to help, and he took action to "gather people to fight against the government and incite rebellion."
As for "tong Japanese" and so on, Xu Xing knew it all with his buttocks, and it was something that the government could play on its own.
They simply wanted to use the reputation of eradicating Japanese pirates to wipe out Qi Dazhu, a rebel who dared to take the lead, so as to serve as a warning to others and set an example for Chun'an County.
It's been years and it's still the same old thing.
It's still so...disgusting.
After sorting out the general context, Xu Xing was not as angry as he was at first, but rather calm.
After all, it has happened, just think about the solution.
He just suddenly had some doubts, had he been too tolerant and low-key in his work over the years, so that anyone dared to ride on the head of the tide-raising hall and dominate?
If the old man knew what he was doing, wouldn't it be a joke to him?
Seeing that Xu Xing was silent, the yellow-faced man laughed ferociously, thinking that he had calmed down the overly young owner, but he realized that the matter was already over.
Thinking about the reward promised by the Chief Envoy, the smile on his lips became more obvious.
Although the government acts in a domineering manner, it is also for the people.
In the officialdom, the most taboo thing about doing things is not to handle the situation poorly, leaving opponents with something to attack.
Hu Zongxian, the current governor of Zhejiang Province, was extremely opposed to converting rice into mulberry. He had written many times asking the court to take back the order. If not, please give him some time.
It can be said that since the decree was promulgated at the beginning of the year, Zhejiang has been able to live a stable life for four months because of the mediation of the governor.
Due to the instructions of Mr. Yange and Mr. Xiaoge, other officials in the Hangzhou Yamen had to grit their teeth and push for the conversion of rice to mulberry. Naturally, they did not dare to give Hu Butang a reason to talk at this time.
Since we want to use the name of "Tong Japanese" to rectify Qi Dazhu, the rebel who took the lead in resisting, and to kill the chickens to scare the monkeys, so as to frighten the whole people in Chun'an, and make a good start, we must do everything cleanly.
Therefore, even though they all know that Qi Dazhu is not a Japanese pirate, they still have to make up a story that is real enough, or that is enough to convince their immediate superiors.
Although Ma Ningyuan, the prefect of Hangzhou, is not familiar with this, his colleague Zheng Michang, the chief envoy of Zhejiang Province, is a master of telling stories.
The chief minister has been in high and low officialdom for decades and has become tactful and sophisticated. He knows that the most important thing in making up a story is smooth logic.
The first question in this story is, why did Qi Dazhu, a local mulberry farmer, suddenly become a Japanese pirate?
There must be some unknown reason for this.
Xu Xinghe's Lichao Pavilion was the reason why Zheng Michang found it.
If this outsider is a real Japanese pirate, Lichao Pavilion is a hiding place for Japanese pirates, and Qi Dazhu is just a local mulberry farmer who was bewitched, the authenticity of this story immediately rises to more than one level.
And when he knew that Xu Xing was quite popular in Chun'an County, he had one more reason to clean up the tide building.
——If you can teach an anti-people master like Qi Dazhu, can you still be a good person?
Even if this man is not a Japanese pirate, he is still a restless element. He is a martial arts practitioner, and he is already strong-blooded. If he cheers for his disciple, he might really cause trouble.
In this case, let's hunt down the rabbits and clean them up together, which can be regarded as a precautionary measure.
Zheng Michang easily straightened out this logic and completed an almost perfect self-persuasion, beautifying the despicable act of frame-up into a righteous act of eliminating harm for the people.
Although he believed that a country boxer running a dilapidated martial arts gym was not worthy of much attention, Zheng Michang still made complete preparations to ensure nothing went wrong.
From the hands of his colleague in charge of arrests and inspections, He Maocai, the inspector general of Zhejiang Province, he asked a yellow-faced man, a master of the Yamen, to carry out the execution himself.
Now it seems that Mr. Zheng and Mr. He are too cautious.
But that's fine, otherwise why would it be my turn to do such a fat job?
The yellow-faced man was very excited. He knew that according to the rules of the officialdom, if he could do dirty work for the superior, he would be regarded as a serious official.
Therefore, he was determined to perform well and use all his strength to win this martial arts gym and leave a good impression on the two adults that he was able to do things well.
After sizing up the tide building, the yellow-faced man stared at Xu Xing, and his voice suddenly rose by more than one tone.
"Your martial arts school occupies such a large area, but there is only one apprentice. Is it used to hide Japanese pirates?!"
After he laid out the accusations, the yellow-faced man did not give Xu Xing any chance to defend himself. He waved his hand and ordered:
"Capture this person and search the martial arts hall!"
As soon as these words came out, the four people behind the yellow-faced man all showed ferocious smiles, picked up iron chains, iron rulers, and shackles, and surrounded Xu Xing.
These government officials were used to being domineering in the city of Hangzhou. Seeing that Xu Xing was neither humble nor overbearing, they had long been displeased. Now that they were finally able to take action, they only had a violent desire to vent their anger.
However, Xu Xing didn't even think about arguing.
From a very young age, he has been deeply aware that in this dangerous and cruel strange world, strong fists can solve problems better than empty words.
Obviously, compared to the five losers in front of him, Xu's fist is absolutely, absolutely powerful enough!
Xu Xing glanced flatly at him, and the yellow-faced man was startled. His whole body felt as if it was on fire. He instinctively shrank his neck and hid his head. He jerked his body violently, bent his five fingers like hooks, and stabbed at Xu Xing's face.
The officers in the yamen were in charge of arrests, so almost everyone had practiced the Eagle Claw Kung Fu, which was extremely good at capturing.
This yellow-faced man is one of the first-class masters in the Hangzhou Yamen. If he doesn't take action, it will be enough. Once he does, it will be a killing move that splits the muscles and bones.
In the moment of catching him, he was like an eagle slaying, and his finger strength was strong enough to disembowel an ordinary person and tear out his heart and liver.
The next moment, a strong wind blew against my face.
The surrounding air suddenly swirled like a vortex, and at the eye of the wind, a black streak was like a toppling mountain. It quickly magnified in the eyes of the yellow-faced man, blocking his entire field of vision.
That's a cloth boot.
Bang!
This kick landed firmly on his chest, sending the strong man flying into the air and falling into the mud about ten feet away.
After a period of dizziness, the yellow-faced man felt a long-awaited dull pain. He fell on his back in the mud, his vision was blurry, his nose was crooked to one side, and hot blood gurgled from his eyes and nostrils.
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