Jiang Yunshan left Song Bin with a vain face, strengthened his spiritual power, and drove away with the flying sword.

Song Bin thought about it for a long time, but he didn't understand what Jiang Yunshan's last words meant, so he had to follow Jiang Yunshan to Jianhe Mountain.

The pair of couplets outside the gate of the Jianhe Mountain Hall has been replaced with that sentence:

"The meteor white feather is inserted in the waist, and the sword light and autumn lotus light are out of the box. ”

Although he had never seen the master of the Hou of the county that they were talking about, Song Bin was full of interest in this person.

Outside the palace gate, as in the previous month, Song Bin was still practicing his sword with the big yellow dog.

Although Jiang Yunshan was also watching from the side, between their words, they didn't talk about what happened just now.

Although Wen Dao was very curious about what happened just now, he was all under the guise of Jiang Yunshan and opened the topic.

As the sun set, in the afterglow of the setting sun, Song Bin returned to his previous residence.

This is Meng He's courtyard, a polished stone table that sits on the west wall.

There used to be two people sitting facing each other.

In the main hall, there was a long table made of "very ordinary" huanghuali, where he was at that time, teaching himself sigils.

Without Meng He's voice, Song Bin couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart.

He silently walked to his room, let out a long sigh, and lay down on his back on the bed.

"Red-haired old ghost, what the hell is this demon cult?"

"The red-haired old man?"

Seeing the response of the red-haired old man, Song Bin's Yuan Shen quickly flew past the two wide-open "Ren Chong Gates" and flew towards the spherical three-door seal.

Next to the seal of the three gates, the dragon spear was standing there, dim.

Just as Song Bin approached it, it suddenly flashed, "jumped" backwards, and flickered regularly not far from Song Bin.

Song Bin scratched his head embarrassedly, and said with a smile:

"I'm sorry to surprise you. ”

After this period of time, Song Bin could gradually understand the meaning of the dragon spear flickering, but it was only limited to some simple words.

For example, what it just "said" probably means a surprising word like "......

Seeing that the dragon spear gradually calmed down, Song Bin walked to the three door seals.

I saw the red-haired old man, like his own posture, lying on his back and sleeping in the three door seals.

"The red-haired old ghost?!"

The red-haired old man scratched his messy red hair, but instead of being like a dragon spear, he turned around, turned his back to Song Bin and fell asleep.

"Huh, dragon spear, you see that girl looks good. ”

"Where, where?!"

The red-haired old man hurriedly stood up from among the three door seals, his eyes widened, and the whites of his eyes were occupied by bloody red.

This is the effect of the "look" word formula of the "Nine Heavens Divine Eye".

After watching it for a long time, the red-haired old man didn't notice that there was a girl around, not even a single girl's hair.

He turned his gaze to Song Bin's face with an evil smile, glanced at Song Bin red, curled his feet, and was about to lie down again.

"Don't mind, red-haired old man, I have something to ask you. ”

The red-haired old man finally lay down, looked at the dome of the three door seals, and said a word lightly:

"Say ......"

"What is the Demon Cult? I heard that the Demon Cult has existed since the earliest annals, since the Demon Cult has been brutalizing living beings, why can they still exist for so long?"

Song Bin figured it out, since there were so many spiritual cultivation powers in Jinai and the legendary Four Great Immortal Islands, even if the entire Demon Sect was destroyed, it should not be a difficult thing to do in such a long time.

Hearing Song Bin's question, the red-haired old man closed his eyes slightly, and after a long sigh, he opened his eyes suddenly:

"Housheng, do you know the teachings of the Demon Sect?"

Song Bin shook his head.

"The heart is to the devil, and the Tao can give birth to ......"

The red-haired old man sat up slowly, looked at Song Bin with calm eyes, and then said:

"There is no death, and you can return to your ancestors. ”

Song Bin was still for a few seconds, and seeing that the red-haired old man did not continue, he shouted:

"Finished?"

"It's over! Hey, you're a descendant, don't you suspect the old man?"

The red-haired old man wrinkled, and looked at Song Bin with a slight sorrow.

"This ...... It feels a bit short. ”

Song Bin grinned, then put one elbow on the other arm, touched his chin, looked at the red-haired old man with a thoughtful expression, and asked:

"It's just that I don't understand what 'demon' means and what 'zong' means. ”

The red-haired old man wiped his red face with both hands, and four words popped out from between his fingers:

"One meaning. ”

"One meaning?'Demon' is both 'sect', 'sect' is 'demon', this can't be explained?!"

"Figure it out yourself, the old man is going to sleep......"

As he spoke, the red-haired old man leaned to the side, and as soon as his hands touched the ground, he heard the words in his ears that made him vibrate:

"I'd better go back to the common area, this spiritual cultivation is really meaningless, I don't want to go to anything......"

The red-haired old man was like a stick, he straightened up, lay down in the Sanmen Seal, looked at Song Bin who "wanted" to go out of the spirit pool, and shouted:

"'Demon' is both 'Sect', 'Sect' is both 'Demon', both are 'Demon Clan'!"

"Demons?!"

Song Bin turned around and leaned into the face of the red-haired old man, looking at his serious expression, it didn't look like he was lying.

"What is a demon? How come I've never heard of it?"

The red-haired old man seemed to realize that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he hurriedly covered his mouth with one hand, took two steps back, and said:

"If you meet them, don't tell them that the old man said it......"

Song Bin's expression became even more puzzled:

"Who are they? Demon ???"

Fatal three consecutive questions, the red-haired old man simply ignored it, squatted on the ground and drew circles......

Song Bin lay on the Sanmen Seal, his handsome face was squeezed into a pig's face by the transparent Sanmen Seal, and asked with perseverance:

"What are those stone pillars? Are they related to the Demon Clan? Why did Meng He take away the textures on the stone pillars? What is the relationship between them?!"

The red-haired old man's hand stopped.

He looked at Song Bin in shock.

But soon he used another expression to cover this expression, and then smiled coldly:

"Housheng, don't guess, guessing too much won't do you any good!"

Song Bin felt a chill around him, and the feeling of his body would always affect his Yuan Shen.

The wind was blowing in my ears, and the sound of the wind was mixed with the sound of the water rushing.

The tide is rising.

This very similar world has high tides at the middle of the moon, and the same is true of the Tianshan River, which is the closest to here.

Song Bin glanced at the red-haired old man who was sitting in the Three Gate Seals, and he was sure that even if he asked any more questions related to the Demon Sect, he would not say anything.

But he was still unwilling in his heart, his eyes widened, and his eyes were fixed on the red-haired old man:

"One last question. ”

Meng He...... Is it a Demon Cult?"

The red-haired old man didn't have any expression on his face, originally thought that he wouldn't make any answer, but just when Song Bin let out a long sigh and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly two loud words came from behind him:

"It's not!"