Ren Jian, Yin Ru, this old man is the first one Fang Yin has seen, a big man!

The dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the dumb monk is a hidden Confucian, talking about four people, real masters, legendary characters.

Let's just talk about Confucianism.

Legend has it that this man was born in a poor family, was very intelligent, never forgetful, and was named a prodigy when he was young. In the previous dynasty, he entered the office as the champion of the first class of the township test, and was the head of the minister of rites, and the prince and the prince were among the three princes. This person has been admired by thousands of people in the palace, and he has been imprisoned for the calamity of the nine clans, and he will not die in the catastrophe and repeat a white ding, and he will not be confused when he is close to the world, and he will abandon his literature and martial arts, and he will be alone without a sect, and he is invincible in the world!

After that, he disappeared into the world, and the dragon saw the head and the tail.

This talent has a high life, and his life is a legend.

The so-called big hidden in the city, small hidden in Ze, in fact, no matter where the body is hidden, only the heart is not hidden, how can people hide? People will be hidden, the name is also passed down from generation to generation, his name predecessors do not want to mention, later generations only know that his surname is Kong, and Confucius is the same, so most of them also call him Confucius. People in the rivers and lakes call him benevolent, benevolent sword, and benevolent Confucius. He is alone in the world, and he is also old and inconspicuous, but when he is really mentioned, people will definitely say how big the world is and how many people there are, but even if it is the one who is really worthy of the word "chivalry" among the above three masters in the world, it is him!

He's alone.

He is a one-man sword and a family from all over the world, more than a wilderness post road or a riverside to settle down, his appearance is not amazing, and his line is lonely. He is like any ordinary old man in the world, he looks neither surprising nor brilliant, such as the old fisherman by the river at that time, such as the old teaman on the roadside at that time, most people in the world only hear his name but do not see it, and do not know it. Just like his scarf and his long sword, every time he carries it with him, he may not always show it to others. And Fang Yin had already seen him twice, and he knew this legendary old man even better. This is a kind of fate, Fang Yin has a fate with him, and it is not a complete coincidence.

Fang Yin didn't know.

Fang Yin didn't know why he called him Uncle Kong, his age was enough to be Fang Yin's grandfather, Fang Yin didn't think much about it: "Uncle Kong, uh, you, I-" was excited for a while, but there was nothing to say, seeing that he looked at him with a kind face, he scratched his head and smiled at him for a while, and after laughing, he felt that his face was hot: "That sword, can you show me?" The old master smiled and nodded, signaling to himself.

A sword that is famous all over the world is in Fang Yin's hands at this time.

The grey sharkskin scabbard has worn and turned white, and the bronze hilt and sword shaft are also slightly gray and rusty, perhaps due to the age of time. Pull it out and take a closer look, but I saw that the sword body was dark blue, and the middle section was pale blue, and the head of the sword was already blue and white, and the blade was like frost, shimmering and shimmering. It was the traces of time, it was the polishing of the wind and frost, this was a simple and ordinary sword, and there was nothing out of the ordinary, just like the old man in front of him.

Fang Yin was surprised by the repeated play, and then pulled out his own sword to compare the two sides: "How is it different? How is it like this? Why is my sword all blue, but this one is-" The old master took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "The sword is made of iron, and it is often sharpened by itself, and when you make it too much, it will be like this in the future." Fang Yin nodded and asked, "Uncle Kong, this sword is called Kewu, what kind of reputation do you have?" The old master glanced at it and said approvingly: "Preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts, Ke Wu's responsibility will be given by God, a good name." ”

"Really? What about this one?"

"Nameless, just a sword, some people call it a benevolent sword, but they lift it. ”

"Renjian?uh, what do you mean by that?"

"The sword is a murderous thing, the master kills, tell me, where does benevolence come from?"

"The sword has no good or evil, how can it be murderous? Just look at whose hand it is attached to, and resist it with benevolence, it is a benevolent sword. ”

"How can we be benevolent when we do unkind things with a benevolent heart?"

"Do unkind things with a benevolent heart, and unkind things are also benevolent, and the sword of Uncle Kong's benevolent and righteous people is a benevolent sword. Seeing him talking eloquently, it can be said that the answer is like a stream, Confucius was a little surprised: "Oh, you have some insight! Tell me again, what is benevolence?" Fang Yin sighed slightly and said: "The benevolent one, the two of them also, get along well, can be benevolent." Confucius smiled and said: "Heaven is also two, husband is also two, why not be benevolent?" Fang Yin replied: "The Tao is whether the two are interconnected, but there is a heart of one person, benevolence is up and down and left and right, and it is taken to be virtuous." ”

Yin Ru was stunned for a moment, but he was already moved: "Good boy, amazing! I didn't expect you to have such insight at such a young age!" Fang Yin grinned and hung the sword back on the reed wall: "This is said by the old man, Fang Yin has no insight, just borrowed it for use." Yinru was stunned again: "Who is that? is your master?" Fang Yin turned his head and stuck out his tongue: "It's not too old to say that it's old, there is a wild road in Shangqing Mountain, and its name is Su Changmian." ”

These words were originally said by the chief of the Su Dao. Originally, when two idlers were chatting in the mountains, Daoist Fang heard it from him. At this time, he was about to move out, but the old master was really startled: "It's a wild way? Why don't I know it? Ha! Shangqing is a big and small miscellaneous hair, when did such a character come out?" This was not politely said, but it was praising Su Ye Dao, Fang Yin only felt cordial, and he was happy for a while: "Yes, yes, that guy has some weird doorways, Uncle Kong, you see-"

Come to offer treasure again, or laugh.

The old master frowned and looked at the small porcelain vase with a big belly and a thick neck in his hand: "What is this?"

"I don't say it, you see for yourself. "Daoist Fang took a hard time, and only snickered in his stomach, this was preparing to plot against the old master. Since he is a recluse and a great name, he must always take this opportunity to give him a try, and he should know that Uncle Kong is not called in vain. But seeing that he shook his head and smiled, he didn't care, so he pulled out the cork and looked at it, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and even picked out a little bit with his little fingernail and licked it: "The trickle is so faint that it is indistinguishable, and it is controlled by silence, well, it is rare, and it is really -" As he spoke, he stuffed the cork and put it back on the table, seemingly unaware of it: "There are some doorways!"

There are some doorways, and Daoist Fang is stupid.

This is the first time the old master has seen and laughed, and it is also the first time that the invincible laughter has failed, Fang Yin was horrified, stayed for a long time, and said with admiration: "Uncle Kong, this is a laugh, but it makes others have no way to take you, there is really you!" The old master laughed: "Boy, it's too early to see the old man's jokes, haha! Come on, let's talk while eating!" The old man lifted the lid of the pot and smiled slightly: "I feel it, you don't necessarily know, you usually laugh." ”