When the red sun is in the sky, the water birds are happy.

By the river, in a thatched hut, an old man and a young man are eating fish.

The fish is fresh and white, the taste is delicious, the entrance is fresh and tender, and the teeth are full of fresh fragrance. Daoist Fang smiled when he ate, and he didn't forget to pat his ass when he raised his chopsticks: "It's delicious, Uncle Kong has good craftsmanship!" Old Master Kong sighed, put down the bamboo chopsticks, chewed the dry bun and said helplessly: "Fifteen fish for your kid to eat fourteen and a half, you are really welcome!"

You're welcome, the fish are only bones, and there's no need to be polite.

Daoist Fang is a stunned young man, not stingy, and he doesn't know how to be polite and humble at all. Even if someone is the host and he is a guest, even if the person sitting next to him is an old man in his last years, he has to rob it. Even if there is a big man who is famous all over the world, Confucianism. Yinru is really old, so old that he lost his teeth, chewed slowly and only ate a few bites of food for a long time. is so old that he has no edge and no trace of anger, just chewing the dry pickle, squinting his eyes and laughing, looking at him like a kind and kind old man, looking at himself naughty and disobedient, good grandson.

Daoist Fang looked a little hairy at him, so he had to smile: "Ahem! This tea is so bitter! It's so bitter!" Gu left and right said about him, he didn't have anything to say, and when he saw that people ignored him, Daoist Fang finally said a human word: "Uncle Kong, Fang Yin went fishing in the afternoon, you sit in the house and drink tea, okay?" Yinru smiled, relieved: "Okay, great." ”

Great, wonderful, that's all, with the river, it is also a pleasure to hold the boat and cast the net. Fishing in the river, Daoist Fang felt that it was very fresh, and he was going to go out and cast a net to see if he could catch a few big fish that were jumping around. Of course, he can't hold the boat, of course he won't go to the net, of course, a frizzy boy like him is afraid that he can't even catch a bird feather.

The old master smiled: "Don't worry, you can sit down and say a few words to the old man." ”

So he spoke, and he said one word: chivalry.

"I just said benevolence, and now I talk about chivalry. The old master asked, "Tell me again, what is a chivalry?"

"Uh, chivalry-" When he is really an old master, he is verbose enough, and Daoist Fang is already a little impatient in his heart: "Acting chivalrous and righteous, eliminating violence and peace, it is chivalrous!" The old master shook his head: "Understand with your intentions, and if you don't solve it, you will solve it again." Daoist Fang scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Saving the world from fire and water, the justice of the world, right?" The old master still shook his head: "Fake big emptiness, if you don't say it, you will solve it." Daoist Fang was very impatient, and he had a headache: "Chivalry is chivalry, how can there be so many words?

"Just now you dismantle the words to solve it, and the solution is benevolence, you see. The old master dipped his finger in the tea, and wrote the word "benevolence" on the small table: "The two go on a blind date, and virtue is benevolence, and then add him a fire, you see." Saying that, he swiped a few times up and down, left and right, and the word "benevolence" is a "chivalrous" word: "Fire is the fire of benevolence, and chivalry is the anger of benevolence, right?"

"Ha! not really!" Fang Yin glanced at it and suddenly smiled: "Fang Yin understands, Uncle Kong is still knowledgeable!" The old master still shook his head: "You don't understand, think about it again." Fang Yin looked at the word, frowning and thinking hard. Until the water trail on the table disappeared, he said: "Chivalry is the fire of benevolence, if it loses its benevolence, it becomes the anger of the husband, and if it loses its fire, it becomes the benevolence of the woman, the two complement each other, and the lack of one is not enough to be a chivalry." The old master finally nodded and pointed out: "Benevolence is the best water, and fire is the fire in the heart, just like the steamed fish in this pot, it must be combined with water and fire, and both are indispensable." ”

Fang Yin was silent for a long time, and sighed: "Fresh clothes and angry horses, indulge Ren Xia, draw swords in anger, talk and laugh and kill, it is said to be majestic, but it may not be chivalrous." The old master glanced at him with a look of surprise on his face: "Heh! The kid draws inferences from one another, but he is very smart!" Fang Yin sighed again and said, "Fang Yin is a wild boy, how can he know so much? The old master nodded and sighed, "Su Changmian, I remember." ”

"Uncle Kong, Fang Yin knows your mind. Fang Yin said with a smile: "This is to teach Fang Yin not to be brave and kill people indiscriminately, right?" Yes, the reason why I say that Ren is chivalrous, the old master means this, seeing that this stupid boy is stunned and acting frivolously, he is like a wild donkey, and the old master wants to train him. Don't you know that above the wild donkey, there is also a wild road, and the old master and him have never met each other, and they are already in love, and they are immediately intrigued: "Yes, exactly! You said that his friend is Lingxiu, right?"

"Yes, Lingxiu Lingxiu, he often talks about it-" Daoist Fang smiled strangely, meaningful: "Haha! A pair of old men are good-looking!" Whenever he thinks of that good-looking flower monk, Daoist Fang will think of the little monk who is stunned, no Zen and no Zen, and he hasn't seen him for a few years after talking, and Boss Fang is also often talking in his heart. Of course, there are old and good looks, and there are good children, and there is no need to go into detail.

"In ancient times, Cao Mengde boiled wine and talked about heroes, and today you and I will have a steamed fish about heroes, ha! haha!" The old master laughed heartily and talked very happily: "When you know that there are many capable people in the world, and there are many people who claim to be heroes, you can tell me, who in the world deserves the word hero?" Daoist Fang didn't want to talk about heroes, Daoist Fang just wanted to go out on a boat and cast nets and experience what it was like to be a fisherman, but seeing him staring at his house with a sincere face and burning eyes, it was not good to leave for a while-

I had to say perfunctorily: "Isn't this obvious, Renjian Yinru, Uncle Kong, you are, um! Hero!" The old master snorted, shook his head: "Wrong, wrong, wrong! I'm just an old poor sour, and I have a chivalrous word that exalts me, so I can't be considered a hero!" Fang Daoist was absent-minded, and said: "Yes? But Fang Yin heard that the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, the dumb monk and the Confucian, are all heroes in the world, four big heroes!"

"Hearsay is not enough. The old master smiled and said, "Tell me, whoever is a hero in your mind is a hero." Daoist Fang's heart moved, and Zhao Zilong almost blurted out a sentence, then frowned and thought about it for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly: "I." The wind outside the door was whirring, like ten thousand ghosts crying together, but the old master laughed loudly and laughed loudly: "There is courage! There is a kind! Haha, the boy wants to get, he wants to get!"

Of course, Daoist Fang is not completely unself-aware, and he is joking when he says this: "Haha! If you want to talk about heroes who boast and boast of arrogance, it is none other than our Yin haha!"

Just like this, the old master laughed once, and said with a straight face: "Listen, now let me say, in my mind, there are three and a half heroes in the world-" Fang Yin was stunned when he heard this, scratched his head and said: "How can it be three and a half? How can there be half?" The old master smiled slightly: "It's half, let's talk about half first, half is Yan Zhaoyan's tragic song, have you heard of this person?" Fang Yin nodded, Fang Yin has heard of it, just as he has heard of the dragon flying phoenix dancing dumb monk Yinru, Yan Beige is also famous, is a hero, a hero!

How can it be half?

Daoist Fang didn't understand, and the old master didn't elaborate: "There is another one, a general, an old friend of mine, and the number one hero in my mind!" Monk Lingxiu? Daoist Fang was stunned, and blurted out before he could think about a sentence: "Also, what about another one?"

"There's another one, and that's me. The old master was happy, showing his broken teeth: "That's it, arrogant and boastful hero, haha! It's not just you!" He is a recluse and an elder, but this smile is smart-eyed and naughty like a child. Daoist Fang was dumbfounded, but he was also interested, and asked again and again, and for a while he left the matter of being a fisherman behind: "Talk about it!"

It's said that Yan is sad.

The old master said that he was cheap, hard-boned, straightforward, jealous and decisive like vendetta and killing, and he could be said to be a hero. He said that he was a hero, why was he half of it? Just because he was the master of the True Dragon Sect, and the True Dragon Sect was disliked by the old master. How about martial arts? But I have fought it, and more than once, the old master said that he fought with him ten years ago and won completely. The reason why it was a complete victory was because Yan Beige was defeated again and again, once defeated, he came in a few days, and he fought with Yinru for forty-seven times before he stopped.

It can also be said to be a fiasco.

Of course, the old master also said that the fist is afraid of being less strong, and the other is long, and now if you fight again, the number of wins and losses should be five or five.

It's about the Lingxiu monk.

Lingxiu monk Fang Yin has seen it, except for being good-looking, he doesn't think so. However, the old master said that he walked the world with benevolence and benevolence, and it was better to enter the Tao with medicine than the old master to enter the Tao with literature and martial arts, which can be described as a Buddha in ten thousand families, and he was really a Bodhisattva in white. Of course, the old master had also seen him, and the old master told Fang Yin that he was an extraordinary person, and the old master was willing to bow to the wind and was ashamed of himself. Monk Lingxiu's status in the heart of the old master is only second to one person.

Second only to, that general.

That general also has the surname Fang, and has the same surname as Fang Yin.

The old master said that he was a bodhisattva with thunderbolt means, loved soldiers like children, and killed people only to save people. He is the real hero, the great hero, and he is not worthy of lifting his shoes at all, but he is said to be the first good general in the past and the present, and the first person in the world! Of course, this is bragging, at least Fang Yin thinks that just like he joked that Lao Tzu is a hero, he said that the general may be the long-lost father of Fang Daoshi, and he is unreliable.

It's even more unreliable at the bottom, and it's the old master himself who is talking about it below.

This Fang Yin has something to say, Fang Yin smiled and said: "Uncle Kong, you just said, you are not a hero!" The preface is still there, repeated in an instant, the old master also has something to say, the old master smiled: "I am not a hero, but I think I am a hero, because I am crazy, and I am just as crazy when I lose my teeth!" In fact, even if he said no, Fang Yin also thought that he was a hero, an old hero, but Fang Yin couldn't see that he was a little arrogant: "Uncle Kong, how do you say this?"

The old master laughed: "The old poor sour self-named Kong Mengyu, what do you say?"

"What do you say?" Fang Yin was puzzled.

"Kong is Kong, Mengmeng, Yu is me, what do you say?" The old master asked with a smile, and his two gray eyebrows stretched out: "The hermit is not hidden, and Confucianism is not Confucian, I am crazy, so I am here, so I will compete for the bright moon and the river with the body of a trickle of dust, but I want to be at peace, no matter where he is a hero!"