The Star Lord Siming knew that Ji Xing had been with his disciple for a long time, and his impression of him was still that of an old-fashioned water god. He never expected that he would speak like a modern man all the time, which made him a little unable to adapt.
"How can a broken sword be reforged so easily? This is why I have been reluctant to give you the magic weapon."
An Rugu knew that there were five magic weapons in Chuyun Temple, the Soul-Binding Bottle, the Peach Wood Sword, the Guiyuan Cauldron, and the Feather, but he didn't know what the remaining one was.
Now I know it is a broken sword.
When he fell silent, Ji Xing was puzzled and whispered: "A feather plucked from some bird species and a broken sword, it's too tattered."
Even the magic weapon is so shabby... The financial resources of the Izumo Temple have never disappointed him.
Those who know the inside story understand that Izumo Temple is a Taoist temple, while those who don't think it is a recycling station.
Siming Xingjun: “…”
He said somewhat embarrassedly: "You can't say that. These are treasures that I have worked hard to accumulate..."
An Rugu nodded and chose to speak for his master: "You are a god, it is normal for you to look down on me. If this sword is a divine sword, I, a human, will definitely not be able to use it. In short, it is most important to find one that suits you."
Ji Xing nodded slightly, somewhat convinced: "You are right."
Little did he know that Siming Xingjun's face froze, and he subconsciously clenched his whisk. He was in a trance for a moment before he came to his senses and nodded, saying, "That's right, you can definitely use this sword."
An Rugu gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and pulled it lightly. The hilt moved and the sword body cut through the air, emitting a sharp cold light.
She subconsciously asked the question that concerned her the most: "Is there really no other way?"
How can a broken sword resist Kunpeng?
"I'm also worried about this." Siming Xingjun sighed: "In fact, I knew that Kunpeng had appeared in the world a long time ago, but I didn't give the thing to you because I was also looking for a way. But the material of this item is thousand-year-old printed black iron, and there is a special magic array on it, which is completely impossible to replicate in this era. It's really a headache."
"Is there a scabbard?"
"……have!"
An Rugu stuffed the broken sword into the scabbard, inserted the hilt into the scabbard, turned and left, leaving him with only a determined back.
Siming Xingjun vaguely guessed her destination and asked hurriedly, "Where are you going? This sword can't cut Kunpeng now. You'll die if you go like this."
"Don't worry, we'll find other ways."
An Rugu: "If they insist on starting a war, there will be countless casualties."
"Even if I fail, I don't want to regret it."
Siming Xingjun was a little stunned. He watched her leave and muttered silently, "Still the same as before."
This was not the first time he had seen such a scene, and it gave him a sense of familiarity that seemed like a lifetime ago.
Ji Xing said calmly: "Of course. You have only been dead for a year, what can she change?"
Siming Xingjun sighed slightly: "Alas, you don't understand."
Ji Xing frowned and said, "I hate it when people keep things in suspense."
He recalled An Rugu's resolute look just now, and felt both annoyed and emotional.
Alas, she still didn't listen to herself and insisted on going to die. But if she was timid, it would be unlike her!
At this moment, we still need to find more help for her.
His mind moved slightly, and he immediately looked up at the melancholy Siming Xingjun, revealing a mysterious smile: "She is going to cause trouble for Kunpeng. As a master, you don't want to hide your head and show your tail, do you?"
Siming Xingjun: “…”
Seeing that Siming Xingjun remained silent, Ji Xing added, "That's right. You hide in the statue every day and haven't come out to see her for a year. Last year, on her birthday, you were so timid. Tsk tsk, you don't act like a master at all."
"Okay, I know what you're thinking. I never expected that her master would be like this."
Ji Xing sighed a few times, then walked towards the door, looking like he didn't want to stay here any longer.
Not long after, the man behind came with a slightly angry voice: "Wait a minute, I'll go!"
................
Green Mountain
Kunpeng stood in front of the wooden house with his hands behind his back, pointing at the hundreds of monsters in front of him and said proudly.
"He Bo, look at this. This is the kingdom I conquered for the demon race. Although it is not as good as before, it symbolizes the vitality of the demon race and is the main force. When the great event is accomplished, they will all be made marquises and prime ministers."
Because the venue is too small to accommodate everyone, these monsters are all in their original forms.
Wild cats, wild dogs, leaf pigs, foxes, mice, birds...the venue was packed.
The wild cat spirit lowered its voice and drooled at the mouse spirit next to it while complaining, "Can you please stop squeezing me?"
He had worked outside all day and was exhausted. The rat spirit next to him exuded an alluring fragrance. If the king hadn't been watching, he would have swallowed him in one gulp.
Although the mouse spirit has become a spirit, it has not lost its animal nature and is still afraid of cats.
He squeaked twice in fear, hugged his head and dared not speak.
The sharp-eyed He Bo fell silent. Is this the so-called demon army?
To say that they are a makeshift group is an exaggeration for them.
He didn't want to offend Kunpeng, so he could only smile and say, "Hahaha, he is indeed the main force."
Kunpeng said proudly: "I am the teacher of the demon race, and I am the one who teaches and imparts knowledge. If you want to cultivate immortality, you must have your own way."
"I showed the way of beauty to Painted Skin and the way of sensuality to Fox. Today, I will also show them a way."
"I invited you here today so that you can witness the great event of the demon race!"
He Bo and Kun Peng were just nodding acquaintances before, and he didn't know that Kun Peng had this ability. He was immediately surprised: "To preach to others, this is a great cause and effect. You actually have this ability. Can you really guide so many monsters?"
"Of course." Kunpeng smiled, lowered his eyes, and looked at the monsters with expectant faces: "Lark, I remember that you sing well. I will teach you a way to kill with sound, which will kill people without them being seen. You will definitely be one of my generals in the future."
The lark on the branch was confused and just thought it was amazing. It nodded vigorously and said, "Thank you, sir!"
The remaining monsters were very excited, their eyes sparkling.
They also want to know which path is right for them!
Having your own path is equivalent to having a goal, and your practice will surely make rapid progress.
Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, Kunpeng showed no favoritism and pointed the way to everyone one by one.
Finally, only one skunk was left standing alone.
He was so smelly that the monsters didn't want to play with him. At the meeting today, he was not worthy of standing in the middle and could only stand aside.
Kunpeng felt that he was a master who never showed favoritism. He had not forgotten the skunk at all. He waved his hand and said, "I will show you a way to stink. Stink is also a weapon. When you develop this weapon, no one will dare to ignore you!"
The skunk was shocked. It turned out that he was so useful. Although the direction was a bit wrong, he was still valued, which touched him.
"Thank you, Master!"
He Bo: “…”
Help, is this what Tao means? Is there such a thing as the Tao of Stinky?
If Kunpeng hadn't been so serious, he would have even thought that the other party was talking nonsense.
He was about to ask if the other party was a traitor to Taoism, but then he thought again, Kunpeng is a demon, not a Taoist at all.
Now, he is just like an amateur holding a half-bucket of water, shaking it constantly.
After Kunpeng finished teaching these disciples, he felt very satisfied and said with a smile: "How about it, Brother Hebo, am I wrong? If you think I am biased, you can point it out. Let's make progress together."
"...Hahaha, I think it's not bad." He Bo said against his will.
Professor Kunpeng was somewhat addicted to what others taught him, and he immediately said, "You also just woke up recently, and you haven't seen the human world for many years. You are not as familiar with the world as I am. Why don't I show you a new way?"
He Bo didn't expect that the fire at the city gate would affect everyone in the pond, so he smiled and said, "Hahahahaha, no need."
Kunpeng's face suddenly turned dark, and he was a little angry: "Do you look down on me?"
Ha Bo was extremely embarrassed, but he pretended to be calm and immediately changed the subject: "Absolutely not, believe me. I just... want to talk to you about something serious."
"Aren't you going to attack the human race? Now that you have gathered your men, where should we attack first?"
Seeing that he had no intention of mocking him, Kunpeng's expression eased a little, and he shook his sleeves, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked far away at the south of Cuishan: "I have thought about it."
He Bo followed his line of sight and saw only green mountains: "Where is that?"
"Izumo-kan."
He Bo was a little stunned, thinking it was not normal: "Shouldn't we start from the palaces of the princes and nobles? Why do we have to go to the Taoist temple?"
Before Kunpeng could speak, Bai Ze beside him sighed slightly: "He has a grudge against the Taoist temple's master, so the first step is of course to attack that place."
He Bo suddenly understood: "So that's how it is. The Taoist temple master has offended the Demon King... He is doomed to die. Even the Great Immortal can't save him!"
Kunpeng sneered and said, "Of course. When the time comes, the two of you will deal with Nan Dou and Bei Dou, and the disciples will deal with her. She will not be able to escape."
He Bo nodded slightly, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "What about you? What do you do?"
Kunpeng glanced at him and said, "Does this kind of thing require the intervention of this demon king? Can't you handle them?"
Habaek: “…Of course.”
It turned out that he was planning to be a hands-off boss.
The spring breeze blew on his face, bringing with it the warmth of spring, but it made him feel cold in his heart.
Alas, this makeshift team is definitely doomed!
He had to find a way to sneak away...
What he didn't expect was that before he could slip away, a group of uninvited guests surrounded Cuishan.
Armed personnel surrounded Cuishan tightly, and large tanks were brought in, making rumbling sounds on the ground. Then, a group of Taoists and monks climbed up the mountain.
Among them, there was a familiar shadow, who was the abbot of Izumo-monastery whom they had just discussed.
............
These little monsters have come into contact with the human world and have seen some modern weapons. They felt dizzy when they saw the group of people holding weapons.
Oh no, guns, cannons, tanks, helicopters in the air...
The timid Rat Demon was so scared that he trembled all over and immediately knelt down at Kunpeng's feet: "Master! What should we do? We will all die if this cannon strikes!"
The other monsters called him a coward, but their trembling bodies showed that they were not as strong as they looked.
On TV, these weapons can turn people into bloody sieves, blow people into powder, and flatten mountains. They are also flesh and blood, how can they resist? !
"A bunch of cowardly rats." Kunpeng looked coldly at the group of aggressive humans, his handsome face full of disdain: "I know your weapons are powerful, but that's all. If you have any tricks, feel free to use them."
He looked calm and composed.
His body was huge, so in order to increase his strength, he chose a technique that suited him - strengthening his body. Now not only did he max out his body size, but he also maxed out his defense. Countless powerful people fought with him, but in the end, they only gave him a scrape.
These weapons are powerful for humans, but they are far from enough for him!
At this time, a familiar voice came from my ear: "You told me that you practiced a method to strengthen your physique."
Kunpeng turned his head and saw a familiar face. He widened his eyes slightly: "You... Ji Xing, I didn't find you when I went to Jishui before. Why do you want to associate with humans when I see you today?!"
He practiced this kind of manifestation type of skills, as long as he tried it more, he could guess it. But the meaning heard from the other party was completely different.
This clearly shows that he does not stand for himself!
Ji Xing took two steps back, afraid that others would think that they had a good relationship, and quickly waved his hand at the government official behind him: "Leader, I have only had two meals with him, and we haven't spoken a few words. We really have a bad relationship. Our Chuyun Temple is clean and honest, and is a conscientious enterprise. We have absolutely nothing to do with the demon tribe extremists!"
It would be bad if the leaders thought that Izumo-gu Temple had a shady background!
The leader wiped his sweat and said, "...Okay."
Kunpeng: “…”
He said in disbelief: "So you are from Chuyun Temple. How did you become like this after thousands of years? I was even thinking of giving you a fiefdom when the time comes."
And they called him an extremist... That's too much!
Ji Xing wanted to cut ties with him immediately: "You big-headed ghost, go and dream about your grandeur. We have nothing to do with each other, don't try to establish a relationship with me and ruin my reputation!"
"Besides, you can even get involved with He Bo, and you still expect me to help you? I think you're just dreaming."
Kunpeng was a little confused: "What's wrong? What did He Bo do to you? Wuzhiqi is like this, and you are the same."
He subconsciously looked down at Ha Bo, wanting to get an answer from him.
He Bo felt cold all over when he met Ji Xing's fierce eyes.
It was over. Wuzhiqi, who he thought would never be unsealed, came out, and Jixing, who had been silent for a thousand years, also came out...
If these two people unite, my life will be over!
His eyes were dark. After thinking about it, there was only one way left. He could only grit his teeth and hold Kunpeng's thigh tightly: "This matter is a long story, it is not important. Lord Kunpeng, the current matter is more important! These humans don't respect you, you have to teach them a lesson."
Kunpeng retracted his thoughts: "Yes, you are right."
The leader came over nervously and said, "It is like this, Lord Demon King, we also know your request. The demon race is indeed facing difficulties now, but war is not the way to resolve conflicts. We are a peace-loving nation and should explore the path of peace together."
"What do you think?"
Kunpeng waved his robe, creating a hurricane, and it seemed as if a sandstorm had occurred on the green mountain.
"I swear, I will never negotiate! Especially with you bunch of rubbish!"
Among the people present, the only ones he looked up to were Bai Ze, He Bo and Ji Xing.
As for humans... they are obviously ants. No matter how hard you beat them, it will only be a scratch. Do you still dare to negotiate with them?
When the wind and sand dissipated, two wings suddenly grew out from his back, covering his entire shirt from top to bottom.
His feathers are light golden and extremely majestic and gorgeous.
One day, the Great Peng rose with the wind and soared up to 90,000 miles. It was recorded in the "Shenyijing" that someone encountered the fish form of Kunpeng at sea. On the first day, he encountered the head of the fish, and continued to sail along the body of the fish. On the seventh day, he reached the tail.
According to some experts, if the circumference of the back is calculated as 1,000 miles, the bird form of Kunpeng with its wings fully spread would be about half the area of Henan Province.
Many humans looked up and suddenly understood what it meant to block out the sky and the sun.
In an instant, the lights on the top of Cuishan Mountain, which was clearly in broad daylight, were suddenly turned off, and it was pitch dark.
This is the most powerful enemy they have ever faced.
They also somewhat understood why Kunpeng was so confident. A bird could be as big as half a province, and after flying a few circles, the whole country would fall!
Fortunately, Kunpeng had no intention of completely transforming. His target was only the people around Cuishan. His golden wings tightly wrapped the entire Cuishan, making everyone feel like a turtle in a jar.
The golden-winged Roc looked at the panicked appearance of the humans with satisfaction: "You were so arrogant just now, which is totally different from now. Do you want to beg for mercy from me? Unfortunately, it's too late."
At this time, some people calmed down and prepared to use weapons.
The golden-winged Roc slightly raised its chin and looked down at the group of people who were like ants. "Your shells are useless to me. No one can break my defense."
Some humans gritted their teeth. If what he said was true, they would die here today.
The difference between humans and God... is so huge!
However, at this moment, a cold female voice suddenly flowed into the air: "But I heard that someone once cut off your tail feathers and sealed you. You are lying."
Everyone was shocked. The master of Chuyun Temple knew so much...
They subconsciously looked for the tail. Sure enough, a section of the tail had been cut off. Although feathers had grown back later, they could still vaguely see that it was wrong, as if a perfect work of art had a flaw.
The golden-winged Roc's golden eyes scanned the somewhat different ant: "Haha, she has the Seven Star Sword, do you have one?"
An Rugu didn't say anything. He held the scabbard with his thumb against the hilt. The sword body was like a white snake spitting out its tongue, breaking through the wind.
Although only a small section was exposed, it exuded an aura that made people dare not look directly at it.
"How do you know this sword is not as good as the Seven Star Sword? Last time it was the tail, let me think, this time it should be where..."
The Star God of Destiny came with the smoke, and when he saw this scene, he sighed in his heart.
I haven't seen you for such a long time, and now my usually honest disciple has learned to bluff... He has really made progress.
However, this sword was able to cut off Kunpeng before, but now it is a broken sword.
It would be strange if Kunpeng could be fooled!
Who knew that in the next second, the wind and clouds changed drastically, the black clouds dispersed, and the golden-winged Roc disappeared, as if it had never been there, leaving only a golden feather to prove that it had been there.
Many humans: “!!!”
Wow, An Rugu has such a magical weapon!
What other surprises does she have that they don't know about?
An Rugu: “…”
In fact, it's just bluffing.
The leader next to him knew more. Seeing that no one was around, he couldn't help but whispered, "Miss An, didn't you say before that the hilt of the sword was broken? How could Kunpeng be scared away by you? Did you even expect this?"
An Rugu: “…”
Can she say she doesn't know either?
She just wanted to bluff and see if the other party was still afraid of the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens. If he was afraid, that would be the best. If not, she would pretend to be the disciple of the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens and scare him away.
In short, a smart chess player thinks ten steps ahead, and she also deduced ten steps.
Unfortunately, when he took the first step, the golden-winged Roc flew away.
This made her plans fail in the womb, like a punch on cotton, powerless.
An Rugu thought about it and came up with a more reasonable explanation: "Maybe the owner of the Seven Star Sword left a huge psychological shadow on him. When he saw the sword, he had a stress reaction. I didn't do anything."
The leader was still very emotional: "No, no, no, you are too modest. How dare a mortal compete with a god? Your psychological game is simply perfect!"
An Rugu: “…”
She did want to gamble, but the roc didn't give her any chance at all.
All the humans present were very happy. This demon king was really sincere. No matter what, it was enough for him to fear the remaining power of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady.
I hope he runs into the deep sea of another country and never comes back!
...............
Those star gods said that they could not find any trace of Kunpeng and did not know where Kunpeng had hidden.
Now without Kunpeng, it was like losing their backbone. The remaining little monsters were vulnerable and were all captured by the Special Management Bureau.
And Habaek...
Ji Xing smiled and said, "Sheriffs, you can see that this man is mixed up with the demon extremists. He must be interrogated!"
The sheriffs hesitated. They had only arrested minor gods like the Wutong God, and had never arrested a major god like the Yellow River God!
"…Even if we are caught, we can't be locked up."
"Don't worry, I'll bring some people to help you keep an eye on him. He won't be able to escape. People who endanger social security must be punished by law!"
He Bo was very angry and burst into tears, saying, "Listen to my explanation. Things are not as you think. I came here just to be a spy and help you get information."
"What about the news?"
He Bo nodded: "I just got here and haven't gotten any inside information yet."
"Haha, it only took these star gods a few days to figure out your location through the astrology! I think you are just quibbling, you scum of society! Traitor to the immortal world!"
The star gods all stood up straight, feeling honored.
This has maintained world peace, and the Heaven has indeed bestowed a lot of merit. As expected, we still have to be a good person and never learn from He Bo.
He Bo was so angry that he pretended to be weak and pleaded, "Sheriffs, you know that Wuzhiqi took away the Yellow River from me. Now my strength is damaged and I can only listen to Kunpeng. In fact, I really didn't help him. The world can bear witness to this. I am so weak now that I absolutely cannot go to the government office!"
The sheriffs were also a little hesitant. This Habaek looked really fragile, and it would be rude to take him to the detention center.
Ji Xing took the responsibility: "Without the Yellow River, you will have no place to live. I'm afraid you will have to sleep on the street. The sheriff can provide you with a new place to stay to shelter from the wind and rain. Go and have a good rest!"
He Bo: “…”
In his impression, Ji Xing was innocent and simple, who didn't care about anything except eating, so after he fell asleep, he took over the Jishui River with peace of mind, not afraid of any revenge.
As for the Huai River, he was a little worried that the rude Wuzhiqi would make a comeback, so he didn't do it so drastically. In short, he likes to watch people get into trouble.
I didn't expect that when I woke up, rabbits would bite people...
................
Izumo-kan
An Rugu looked at the statue and said, "Your room is still reserved for you. There's no need to sleep here."
Siming Xingjun shook his head slightly: "I sleep in the statue, so I can absorb more incense, which is also a good thing. It is more convenient for me."
An Rugu felt that his current situation was not as easy as he appeared, and frowned as he said, "What happened in the past that only your soul is left?"
Siming Xingjun smiled and said, "The past is over. I don't want to recall it anymore."
"Besides, you don't have to worry about me. There is a cause and effect between the two of us. I can also share some of the merits you earn. When the Heavenly Palace is reorganized, I can return to it."
An Rugu felt relieved after hearing this: "That's good."
Shang Yue held the incense sticks in her hands and said, "The incense sticks have been purchased. I watched the boss load them into the truck with my own eyes this time. There is absolutely no possibility of substitution. If the quality is still not right this time, it is probably the manufacturer's problem."
"Okay, thank you for your help."
As she stepped over the threshold, she saw a man with an immortal look sitting on the clouds. When he saw her come in, he glanced at her.
Shang Yue's head felt like it was pierced by needles. Why did this person look so familiar? I felt like I had seen him somewhere before.
Oops…
She instantly lowered her eyes, walked in quickly, and put the incense on the table: "The things are put away, then I'm going to play games!"
Then he walked out the door without stopping, his back looking a little flustered.
She gritted her teeth. Why did this God of Destiny wake up? She wondered if he had seen her steal a little bit of his incense.
An Rugu looked at her from behind with some curiosity: "Why are you running so fast? It's as if there's an enemy behind you."
"Haha, who knows?" Sima Ming Xingjun looked calm.
"Oh, by the way, she said the incense burned very quickly, and customers complained that the quality of the incense was problematic, so she went to the store owner to change a batch. Obviously, since the Taoist temple became rich, the incense has been replaced with the best batch. You have also tasted this incense, do you think it tastes right?"
"No problem, it tastes normal."
An Rugu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
At this time, Siming Xingjun suddenly said: "I was the one who prepared the incense for the Taoist temple before, why don't you leave it to me."
"Why?"
"This kid likes playing games, so let her play. It will relieve her of the burden."
An Rugu did not doubt him and nodded in agreement: "That's fine."
It would be a lie to say she was not happy that the man who was like a teacher and a father to her had returned to her side. He was her only relative.
The master is obviously a deity, but he is still willing to undertake such mundane matters as offering incense. This shows that he still cares about Izumo Temple.
...............
The next day, when the sky was bright, an uninvited guest came to the side courtyard of Izumo Temple.
He was wearing a white robe, looked handsome, had two goat horns on his head, and had an extraordinary temperament.
When Ji Xing saw him, he frowned and took out his magic weapon: "Bai Ze, what are you doing here! Where is Kun Peng, where are the others?"
Bai Ze saw the tense situation and sighed: "Don't quarrel, don't make a fuss. I came here to seek peace."
He looked at An Rugu who was behind the stone table: "I'm here to find her."
"What do you want to talk to me about? It seems like there is nothing to talk about with you." An Rugu's face was cold.
"What if I'm here to give you the chance to become an immortal?"
"What opportunity?"
Bai Ze took out an exquisite and simple scroll, placed it on the stone table, and slowly spread it out. Countless portraits of demons and ghosts and written records came into view. The handwriting on it seemed ordinary, but after staring at it for a long time, it felt like the soul was being sucked away.
"This is the picture I drew. It is also a divine tool. I once taught it to Emperor Xuanyuan Huang, and then it returned to me. Now, there is a huge world in it, which can accommodate countless monsters."
"How big can it be?"
"The map is a projection of the area under the jurisdiction of the demon world in ancient times. It is smaller than this country, but not much smaller. It is about half the size of this country." Bai Ze said slowly: "I give this map to you, and you will carry the destiny of the demon race. If I am not mistaken, you are already at the peak of the human race. With this map, you can travel across the human and demon worlds."
"Now that spiritual energy has revived, becoming an immortal is no longer a fantasy. If you have this picture, you have the best chance."
Ji Xing didn't think he was kind and felt there was a trap: "If there is such a good thing, why don't you do it yourself?"
Bai Ze sighed: "Because I can't subdue him, but you can."
"This map has been in my hands for a thousand years. I have failed to bring peace to the demon tribe. Now, I want to try another method."
Who would have thought that the great Demon King would actually flee into the map because of a human? He didn't understand the reason, but he felt that only by keeping it as it was could he maintain the peace he wanted.
He couldn't figure out this person's past life, nor could he figure out his future life, but he vaguely felt that this person's origins might not be simple.
Although it seemed ridiculous to put the future of the demon race in the hands of humans, his intuition told him that this might be the right thing to do.
"What's in there?"
Bai Ze also felt that his gift was not very impressive: "To be honest, it's just some barren land that has not been cultivated. I once arranged for some monsters to live there, but they didn't want to. They prefer the colorful world of humans."
It's like country people are used to the scenery of big cities and only want to stay in them and don't want to go back to their hometown.
An Rugu's mind was not on power, but on area.
The land area will be increased by half...that's great.
Moreover, no matter how difficult the land is to cultivate, it can be cultivated. It would be a shame to leave it alone and not cultivate crops.
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