His body was half hung on the rock wall, and it was still dozens of meters away from the river bank above. With Bai Fan's current cultivation level, he could not jump up all at once, so he had to climb up carefully.

Because of the impact just now, many places fell off the rock wall. Bai Fan accidentally knocked off a lot of gravel when climbing, which once again attracted the attention of the python.

With a loud bang, a big wave was raised on the water surface, and the huge snake head of the python rushed out of the water and headed straight for Bai Fan.

The danger came again, and Bai Fan secretly complained that something was wrong. There was still a lot of distance above. It was too late to escape. What should I do? At the critical moment, a rope was thrown off.

The python's letter spitted over, and Bai Fan flew with the help of a rope and finally returned to the shore.

The prey escaped, and the python was unwilling to dive into the water again, but did not leave, but waited for hunting again.

"Thank you brother for helping me!"

It was the hand of a middle-aged man. Bai Fan was grateful with lingering fear. If he fell into the mouth of the python, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"This is the Tongtian Python. It is said that it was once the guardian beast of the Great Leiyin Temple. It will feed along the Yellow River at night, so you'd better not risk crossing the river!"

The middle-aged man revealed the origin of the python, and Bai Fan secretly thanked that it was really a blessing for destiny to escape from the mouths of such an ancient monster.

With such a thrilling experience, Bai Fan did not dare to try it, so he had to follow the advice of the middle-aged man and wait for dawn to cross the river.

"Why cross the river so quickly?"

The two stood side by side on the river bank. The fog in front was still rich so that the other side could not be seen. The bright moon above the head was already rising, and the cold night wind blew a little cool.

The middle-aged man drank a sip of the wine from the gourd and asked with a vicissitudes of life.

Bai Fan was silent for a while, then breathed a breath of turbid air, and responded in a low voice, "There are people I'm worried about ahead. I'm afraid she will be in danger if she goes too late!"

"Is that true? Can you tell me?" The middle-aged man asked straightforwardly.

Although the middle-aged man saved his life just now, Bai Fan was stunned by the other party's straightforwardness. After all, neither of them knew each other very well, how could he easily tell his own affairs?

Seeing that Bai Fan was hesitant, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "You can tell that you are a person with a story. Are you interested in listening to my story?"

Bai Fan didn't know if he should agree, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged man started talking to himself.

What is Jianghu

"Um?"

The first question surprised Bai Fan, as if he had asked the same thing not long ago.

"What is the world of the world? Hei Li told himself that his world of the world is to kill people, and what about his own? It seems that he is also a murderer now!"

"Oh, it's ridiculous to think about my original ideal. After all, my ridiculous fate prevents me from getting rid of this murderous world!"

Bai Fan sighed and felt sad.

This sigh revealed the helplessness of fate. The middle-aged man heard it. His guess just now was correct. Bai Fan was indeed a person with a story.

"then!"

The middle-aged man threw the wine gourd, and Bai Fan caught it and drank two of them.

"Good wine!"

It was also dry wine, but it felt different at this time. Perhaps it was because he met a fellow man, Bai Fan couldn't help but shout.

Bai Fan sat down and handed over the wine gourd again. The middle-aged man drank two more sips, and couldn't help but breathe a long sip of the wine.

"The world laughs, grudges, songs of life and death are too lonely; blood and tears, wine in the pot, glasses, sigh..."

The long singing echoes between the mountains, rivers and rivers, and it sounds like a special smell.

"What is the world?"

"When I was fifteen years old, I left without telling my parents with a knife on my back. I said with great ambitions to go out in the world. I didn't expect that this trip would take twenty-eight years. Now it's 43 years old, and my parents are waiting to leave!"

"The world of Jianghu, ridiculous Jianghu, I regret not being the first one!"

A big man burst into tears, and Bai Fan listened silently because their stories were similar.

"I had fantasized about..."

"The world I once imagined was not a bloody storm of fighting and killing, but a good person who persuaded each other to argue with reason. However, if you failed to persuade each other, you would inevitably draw your sword and share it with each other's life or death."

"The world I once fantasized about is not the separation of life and death of grudges and love, but the separation of life and death of Fengyue with a calm smile, but the sad song of Fengyue is sad in his heart, and the separation of life and death is inevitable to be destined to be destined to be dead."

"The world I once fantasized about is not a strange conspiracy of deceit, but a loyal and storm. However, it is inevitable that they will be betrayed. In the end, it will be a sword and a sword, and bloody storm."

"The world I once fantasized about is not a lonely strange passerby, but a laughter and scolding hidden in the world. However, under the moon, the chivalrous and tenderness of the world is destined to be a dream of luxury for the people in the world. The bloody big dye vat is unavoidable."

"The world I once fantasized about is not a cynical bloody butcher, but a hero who speaks for justice. But if you want to be a hero who speaks for justice, facing the vicious executioner, you will inevitably have to pick up the sword of killing and carry a bloody knife..."

"This is the real world. The so-called world where there are people, there are worlds, there are worlds where there are worlds, there are grudges, and there are swords and swords and shadows."

"What a pity, I woke up too late. I have been away from my hometown for twenty-eight years and I regret not being the first..."

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with crystal clearness, his temples were scattered with white hair, his face was filled with pain, regret and self-blame. Bai Fan didn't know how to comfort him, after all, the experiences of the two were like Zeng, but it was a pity that he had not left the world after all, and he just said that - he couldn't help himself in the world.

"I'm tired, so I finally want to go home..."

After all my life, my hometown is my destination. When will I go back? It seems that I have no hometown, but there is a ruin and a cemetery.

Maybe it was because I had been suppressed for too long, and the middle-aged man talked endlessly without any scruples.

Two strangers, one tells and the other listens, and as time passes slowly, the wine in the gourd gradually reaches its bottom.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the two are lying drunk by the river.
Chapter completed!