On the steps of Shaolin Temple, Shanfeng and Guo Xiang walked down the mountain with their respective packages, and they had just finished saying goodbye to the people of Shaolin Temple. After walking a few steps, the mountain peak turned back, Guo Xiang looked at it and smiled: "Let's go, I know you are reluctant." If you turn back three times in one step, then we won't be able to go down the mountain?"

Shanfeng looked back and smiled: "It's just that I suddenly thought that I had agreed with the sports to break through Muren Alley and go down the mountain from the main gate of Shaolin Temple in a dignified manner." ”

Guo Xiangwan smiled and quipped: "Actually, when you were taken down the mountain by me and my master, you also came out of the main gate in a dignified manner, although you were lying down." It's just that after saying that, I thought of the master again, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Shanfeng looked at it, understood what Guo Xiang was thinking, and touched the top of Guo Xiang's head.

Guo Xiang did not dodge this time, after a series of accidents in the past two days, Guo Xiang has adapted to the "new" mountain peak in front of him. The two of them did not delay any longer and walked down the mountain, after all, Shaolin Temple is located in one of the many peaks of Shaolin Mountain, and there is still a lot of way to go down the mountain from the official road.

It took less than an hour, and the two finally arrived at the post station on the side of the official road at the foot of the mountain. Originally, because of the vigorous development of tourism in Shaolin Temple, this post station has become a small village with five or six huts. In the past, it was full of people and business was prosperous, but after the Mongols committed the Song Dynasty, and the Shaolin Temple had stopped its tourism business at this time, except for a tea shop here, all the other houses were closed.

In the tea shop, only one child sat by the stove with his head propped up and dozed off, and another teenager sat at a table drinking tea. The young man was dressed plainly, looked ordinary, drank tea and saw Guo Xiangshanfeng and the two, and hurriedly waved his hand and shouted: "Hey, Shanfeng, this way."

When Shanfeng and Guo Xiang got closer, they found that it was Alan Alan, a carpenter who had worked in Shaolin Temple before, so the two walked over to say hello and sat down. The shopkeeper was awakened by Alain's shouting, and came over to pour tea for Shanfeng and Guo Xiang.

"Where are you going next?" asked Alain, looking familiar.

Yesterday, after Shanfeng and others cremated Xinkong and Ouyang Xue, they simply held a super funeral in the temple. At that time, the custom of the Great Song Dynasty was naturally burial, and it was important to put it into the ground, but Guo Xiang promised Ouyang Xue to take the two back to Baituo Mountain, so he naturally chose cremation, so that as long as he went back with the ashes.

When it was over, the carpenters also participated, and Shanfeng chatted with Alain for a few words, but they knew each other.

"Let's go back to our hometown first, deal with some things, and then take the ashes of the two masters to Baituo Mountain. The mountain returned to the mountain.

"So, where is your hometown?"

"Sanglin Village, a small village on the edge of Lin'an City. ”

Hearing about Lin'an City, Alan smiled and said, "Then let's stop by, I haven't gone to the capital yet." This time, I just went to see and see, maybe I can meet a princess who has a private visit to Weifu, and the whole horse master should be in charge. ”

Guo Xiang smiled, thinking of the day Alan was selling himself to himself, and asked, "Do you want to get married so much?" ”

Alan immediately switched to a distressed expression and said, "Can you not be in a hurry? My family has pointed me to a marriage, if I can't find a good partner outside, I will have to be forced to marry when I go back." ”

"Isn't that good? Is that girl not pretty? Or do you not like it?" Guo Xiang was a girl after all, and she was interested in this kind of gossip and hurriedly asked.

"Pretty, very beautiful, on par with you. Guo Xiang didn't believe it when she heard it, how many men she had seen drooling at Shanfeng Niang in the village. Men like beautiful women, Guo Xiang thinks so. Is this Alain praising me or hurting me?

Alan saw Guo Xiang's disbelieving expression, and hurriedly explained: "Really, I, Alan don't dare to say anything else, as the best carpenter in the village, will his aesthetic ability be poor? ”

Alan said excitedly, his expression was funny, and Guo Xiang was amused and laughed again and again. Shanfeng had been listening, and then he spoke, "If that girl really loves you, you should cherish it." Alan and Guo Xiang both understood the deep meaning of Shanfeng's words, and suddenly calmed down. It's just that Guo Xiang's little head was a little annoyed, thinking that you would be able to speak, why don't you cherish the person in front of you.

With a snort, Guo Xiang opened the package and called Xiao Er to come over and prepare to pay for the tea. As soon as the package was opened, Alain's eyes were about to pop out, for he saw a thick wad of silver tickets. The face value of the most one is five hundred taels, which is about a boastful height. "Wow, how much do you have?"

This is naturally the resettlement fee for the mountain peak that Zhiyuan said, Guo Xiang didn't expect it to be so much, and after glancing at it, he said, "About five million taels?"

"Five million taels?" Alan swallowed his saliva and sighed: "I heard that Shaolin Temple makes a lot of money as a five-star tourist attraction, but I didn't expect to be able to earn so much." ”

Guo Xiang didn't speak, just thinking that this was the money that Shanfeng had exchanged for his life, if the real Shanfeng didn't wake up and couldn't recover, what was this money. And she also glanced at Alan quietly, but she didn't see the obsession with money in Alain's eyes, and she was also determined. Although they know each other, in the face of huge sums of money, who knows if there will be some bad intentions.

Shanfeng has never had a concept of money, but he didn't expect Zhiyuan to give so much, but after thinking about the scene when he helped Zhijin set up a stall before, he didn't think it was too much.

Xiao Er walked over and said, "Both, you don't have to pay for your tea." ”

"Hmm, why?" Guo Xiang asked, naturally he had already stuffed the money back into the package and hid it, and he understood the truth that wealth was not exposed.

"I just listened to your conversation, this is the young man of the mountain peak. Xiao Er pointed to the mountain peak and said. Shanfeng nodded and said busily: "I am Shanfeng, Shaoxia is nothing." ”

The little two responded with a smile and explained, "Someone has paid for your tea." ”

Guo Xiang looked at Alain, who shook his head and said that it was not him. Xiao Er looked at it and continued: "Actually, I am a disciple of Huashan Chuanxin, and I have explained in the sect that I will help the young heroes of the mountain peaks of Shaolin Temple, and I will never slack off. So I'll pay for your tea. ”

Shanfeng didn't expect that this little two was actually a disciple of Huashan, so he hurriedly got up and hugged his fists to salute. Guo Xiang and Alan also did the same, Shanfeng just wanted to say something, Guo Xiang grabbed Shanfeng, she knew that Shanfeng would definitely refuse, she didn't have such ink.

"Thank you, brother. Guo Xiang thanked Xiao Er and pulled the mountain peak away, and the mountain peak was no longer polite. Alan naturally followed, but he didn't expect Xiao Er to suddenly block in front of him, and said with a smile: "This little brother, you haven't paid for your tea yet." ”

Alan looked confused, inhaled and roared: "Ah, I'm with them!"

The little second still smiled and shook his head: "The sect didn't say anything about you in the confession, so you still have to pay for the tea." ”

Alan was so angry, he clenched his fists angrily, but he thought about it, the second junior of this shop said that he was a disciple of Huashan, and he couldn't beat it. Reluctantly, he paid for the tea and hurriedly chased the two of them.

Shanfeng and Guo Xiang had already walked far away, of course they heard the conversation behind, Shanfeng wanted to go back, but Guo Xiang pushed him forward behind his back. Guo Xiang naturally heard it, and he was holding back a smile on his face.

Half a month later, the three of them finally arrived at Sanglin Village. Alain's self-familiar personality, coupled with the fact that he can really speak well, is not boring on the road, and almost chatted with Guo Xiang on the road all the way, and the three of them are familiar. After entering the village, the three of them went to Guo Xiang's house first. Guo Xiang's parents were naturally happy to see Guo Xiang and Shanfeng come back, and beckoned the three of them to sit down and greet them cordially.

Shanfeng and Guo Xiang talked about some of their experiences in the past few years when they went out of the village, but they skipped Xinyuan-related and Shanfeng-related bodies, so as not to worry their parents. As for Alain, although it is the first time to come, people who can talk can usually be liked by the older generation, and when they didn't talk much, Guo Xiang's parents had already laughed at what Alan said, and their happiness blossomed.

Then Guo Xiang and Shanfeng went to Wenyuan's house, Wenyuan's parents were also happy to see that it was Guo Xiang and Shanfeng, and beckoned the two to sit down and greeted them cordially. It turned out that after Wen Yuan went to Huashan, he kept sending letters back. Therefore, Wen Yuan's parents have long known Wen Yuan's whereabouts, and Wen Yuan's letter naturally does not say much about the mountain, and it can be regarded as Wen Yuan's heart.

learned from Wen Yuan's parents that Wen Yuan lives very well in Huashan. Wen Yuan said in his letter that the people of the sect were very good to him, but because he was indeed a little old and started too late, it was a little difficult to learn martial arts. However, because of this, although Wen Yuan was nominally an apprentice of Yue Linzhi, Ye Qiutao would occasionally teach him.

When Shanfeng and Guo Xiang heard this, they were also happy for Wenyuan, and it was good luck to be able to get the guidance of the head of the Huashan Sect's Sword Sect Qi Sect at the same time. After saying goodbye to Wenyuan's parents, the two went to the grave of Shanfeng's parents to pay respects. After the two lit incense and bowed, Guo Xiang said that he went to the edge of the full moon lake and left, leaving the mountain peak alone.

It's not that Guo Xiang really wants to go to Yuanyue Lake to play, it's just that she knows what Shanfeng has experienced in the past few years, and in fact, she can compare it with some of Old Man Du's stories, and it would be bad if she was there.

Shanfeng stood alone in front of his parents' graves, and he didn't know how long it was, but the red candles for worship had already burned more than half, and Shanfeng finally spoke.

"Mom, you said before that I am not smarter than others, and I only need to do one thing seriously in my life. I used to want to be a hero, but now I seem to have done it. Yes, it seems to have been done. When the brothers and sisters of Shaolin Temple saw me, they all called me a hero, saying that I saved Shaolin Temple. But I ......"

Tears had flowed out, and Shanfeng looked at his mother's name on the tombstone, and his heart was very empty. Although others call him a hero, he doesn't know how to respond at all, because he doesn't have the real sense of accomplishing his dream. Shanfeng thought that if he wanted to be called a hero, he needed to practice martial arts hard, and then he roamed the rivers and lakes to save the people and help the weak. But he only worked as a chef in Shaolin Temple for a few years, and he became a hero in the mouth of others.

Is it too simple? Or is it too fast? Shanfeng himself didn't know, and he couldn't say what to say about this feeling in his heart, just confused, infinitely confused. Are you really a hero? Can you really be called a hero?

If so, what is the next thing you should do seriously for the rest of your life?

If not, then how can I fulfill this dream when I can't learn martial arts anymore?

Without an answer, the tombstone will not speak.

Shanfeng looked at his father's name on the tombstone and stopped crying. His father was no longer there when he was born, and his earliest memory of his father is that his mother brought him here to worship him. At that time, Shanfeng did not yet know what the concept of death was. He asked Qian Susu what he was doing. Qian Susu replied that it was a worship and a remembrance of his dead father. At that time, he learned that man has a father.

"Why is my dad a rock?"

"That's your father's tombstone, and your father is buried under this tombstone. ”

"Daddy down here?"

"Yes, because he is dead, the dead will be buried in the ground. ”

"Die, will you die too, Mom?" is really childlike, Xiao Shanfeng didn't know what death was, he just looked at Qian Susu blankly and asked.

Qian Susu touched the top of Shanfeng's head and looked at Zhang Honest's tombstone, but what could she see when she was already blind? Qian Susu didn't answer, but said: "Feng'er, who in the world doesn't die. ”

People will die, and Qian Susu will naturally die too. But at this time, Shanfeng already understood what death was, and when he buried his mother with his own hands, he didn't want to understand it, but he could only understand it.

......

The red candle in front of the tombstone had burned to the roots, and the flame flickered faintly, and could be extinguished at any moment. The tears on Shanfeng's face had also been dried by the wind, and he turned to leave.

When you don't know what you should do, you don't have to worry. Because naturally something will find you, and you may not be able to hide if you want to.

The departing mountain suddenly remembered the reason why he wanted to be a hero, and that was when the other children in the village beat him and scolded him. He said that he was a wild child, a wild seed, that his father, as a cook, was killed by wicked people, that his mother brought bad luck, and that his mother killed his father.

Naturally, no child would want to believe that his mother was a bad girl rumored in the village, because he knew how good his mother was, and that was good that only he could know.

He didn't have any special feelings for his father, who he had never met, he just felt sad. Later, when I grew up, I knew that that kind of sadness was called unwillingness. It turns out that being a cook will only be killed by the wicked, so who should kill the wicked?

......

"That's naturally chivalrous, the so-called benevolent invincible, with a chivalrous heart to save the weak and dispel evil. The little one of chivalry, help the needy, and implement benevolence and righteousness. And the great work of chivalry, for the country and the people, to save the common people from fire and water. But in fact, there are no big or small chivalries, but they do different things with different abilities. But they all have a common name, and that is the hero. ”

Old man Du touched Xiao Shanfeng's head and replied passionately, he couldn't imagine that the first person who was willing to ask him what a chivalrous person was, it was actually Zhang Shanfeng, who was a little stupid and stupid.

"What is a hero?" the mountain that didn't understand anything added a term that I didn't understand.

Old Man Du didn't know how to answer, but when he saw the small mountain peak in front of him, he smiled and said, "They are fools." ”

Xiao Shanfeng squeezed his little brow, but he didn't understand.

"yes, only a fool would think that his bones are amazing enough to save the world. Saying that, Old Man Du suddenly stood up excitedly, even though it was inconvenient for him to be lame on one foot, but he still stood up vigorously.

Old man Du looked at the night sky, opened his hands, like a big bird that wanted to take off, and shouted angrily: "Heroes, heroes, they are like songs, and they will be praised for eternity." Heroes, heroes, they are like flowers, fragrant for thousands of miles. Although they were only short-lived in the long night of history, they were as dazzling as shooting stars when they crossed the night sky. ”

Xiao Shanfeng raised his head and looked at the dark sky, he didn't see a meteor, but he had already planted a seed in his heart.

(End of Volume 1)