Whew, a gust of wind came from the attic. When Dao Mu came back to his senses, he saw Ah Meng and Liang Guangsheng ascending to the second floor, and they still blocked their vision.

Dao Mu ascended to the second floor and looked at the jubilant Ah Meng, his expression was complicated, he didn't know whether it was sad or happy, bitter or laughing, "Lord Liangshan, your gift is too big, quickly smash me to death." ”

It turned out that Ah Meng's hooves were nailed with platinum shoes, his body was covered with platinum light armor, there were more platinum veined talismans on his tender horns, and on his small ears, which were disproportionate to his head, there were nine rings strung on each side.

There are not many objects, it does not affect any action of Ah Meng, the light armor seems to be integrated with the horn armor, the horn armor is integrated into the horn, the light armor is integrated into the skin, and it does not drag, it fits tightly, it is a little more luxurious, and it also adds a bit of majesty.

"A monkey head is built for me, and it has nothing to do with you. Liang Guangsheng turned his back to Dao Mu, and his hands behind his back couldn't stop trembling.

Dao Mu couldn't see Liang Guangsheng's face, and he didn't know why his hands were trembling, and his body was trembling slightly. Dao Mu had an inexplicable throbbing, Liang Guangsheng's so-called monkey head must be an old monkey in the colorful stream.

Dao Mu hurriedly came to Liang Guangsheng's side and asked them where they were now, Ah Meng missed them very much. I hope that Liang Guangsheng can guide a way and let Dao Mu take Ah Meng home and meet those relatives.

"It's a relative, it's a family member, it's often on your lips, you lack love, right?" Liang Guangsheng didn't answer Daomu's request, waved his sleeve with his right hand, and pointed to the decorative objects of the female boudoir, "You are the second owner of this attic, change it as you like." ”

Dao Mu was interested and did not continue to ask about the whereabouts of the Colorful Stream. Dao Muxin thought that it was like Muxing Town, but it was actually in a corner of Zhuzhi Mountain.

Dao Mu didn't answer Liang Guangsheng immediately, stepping on the thick red and black plank, but the blow of the sole of his shoe didn't make any sound. There is no carpet on the floor, which is a little cold, but much cleaner.

It is not as dilapidated as the first floor, the second floor is clean and tidy, the air is fresh, and Dao Mu caresses it with his hands, without a little dust. It was as if the previous master had just left, and even the spinning wheel still had half of the fabric left, and the shuttle was still inserted into it.

A hint of sandalwood and a delicate aroma of rouge spices, if there is nothing. The Taoist pastoral line can't smell it, and if it stops, it will sink into the nose and lungs. In the hollow carved windows, the moonlight is sprinkled, like the speckled snowflakes.

Leaning on the southeast direction, a wooden bed carved with dragons and phoenixes, the guqin stands in the corner, and the bronze mirror is placed on the dresser next to the bed. The quilt was folded into squares, but the mattress was not so flat, as if after meditating, there was a sudden urgency, and I left in a hurry.

There was a plain white silk hanging from the roof of the bed, and Daomu didn't need to put his feet on it, he only needed to raise his hand slightly to grab it. It's easy to think of hanging at first glance, and when you look closer, it looks like someone's skirt, stuck in the gap of the plank.

It's also too strange, what is the function of this plain white satin?

Could it be that the previous master hanged someone?

What grade does this plain white silk have to be to hang an immortal cultivator?

But this plain white satin is obviously a piece of ordinary cloth, without any spirituality, let alone a little immortal.

Dao Mu turned around slowly, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand pointed at the plain white satin, and the words reached his throat, the Adam's apple surged, and his mouth opened slightly.

Before Dao Mu could spit out, Liang Guangsheng's figure flickered, and he approached Dao Mu, "There are three floors in the attic, and this silk is the way to the third floor. ”

Liang Guangsheng's words dispelled everything Dao Mu wanted to say. Seeing that he didn't look at the plain white satin, he couldn't take his eyes off the boudoir, and his cold eyebrows were complicated.

After a while, Liang Guangsheng suddenly looked back, "This three thousand is to prevent immortals." If you want to go up to the third floor, it's up to you to see if you have the ability. ”

"The owner of this attic, but the daughter of the lord of Liangshan?" Dao Mu boldly guessed, judging from Liang Guangsheng's words and deeds, he was not a Taoist couple, let alone a female apprentice. "I don't know where the daughter of Lord Liangshan is now, the kid is so presumptuous to occupy the house, wouldn't it be very embarrassing for her to come back at that time. ”

Ben Xian also wanted to know where she was now. Liang Guangsheng turned around and looked at the dresser. "But one thing is certain, she will never come back. ”

His right hand trembled and stretched out, the cold and hard qi disappeared, and he turned into a simple appearance, and his whole body trembled. Liang Guangsheng didn't seem to be here for a long, long time, even if this attic was only ten steps away from his house.

Seeing that Liang Guangsheng's palm was about to touch the countertop, his movements stopped abruptly, his honest and warm appearance disappeared, and his slightly bowed waist was straight.

"Hmph!" Liang Guangsheng waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked towards the staircase. "If you don't like it, you can change it and make it look like you like. Da Da Da, the sound of footsteps going downstairs could not hide his trembling voice.

Liang Guangsheng seemed to think of something again, and when he saw him coming down the stairs, he suddenly stopped, "This attic immortal can't see through the internal situation, and this immortal doesn't have the habit of peeping." ”

Liang Guangsheng looked around the first floor a few times, and finally his gaze stayed on the piece of land that Dao Mu had absorbed. His eyes were rippling, his mouth was slightly open, his lips were moving, and he watched his throat move, but in the end he swallowed his saliva and turned to leave.

Hearing this, Dao Mu had an indescribable inexplicable feeling in his heart, which was very mysterious and difficult to explain, and he always felt that something had always been by his side.

Destiny?

Causally?

Karma?

Or merit?

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Still thinking, then do something else to divert attention. Dao Mu forced himself to turn around on the second floor again, and understood the entire layout in his mind.

It is impossible to change, and the second floor will be let as it is. When Dao Mu saw the scene on the second floor for the first time, he didn't plan to rest on the second floor, and he was most curious about the third floor now.

"How to use it?" Dao Mu looked at the plain white satin in front of him, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Touch it and talk about ......it," Dao Mu reached out and grabbed the plain white satin, "This texture is very mysterious......" He suddenly remembered Li Wenshi in his mind, and the clothes on her body were similar to this texture.

It seems ordinary, but in fact it is not ordinary, could it be a fairy?

Dao Mu sank his mind, and his pastoral power and spiritual sense went hand in hand, pouring into the plain white satin. Dao Mu's blood-colored starry eyes were bright white light, as if they were stretching out of a distorted space-time tunnel.

"Third floor. "Dao Mu is sonorous and powerful.

As soon as the words fell, the white light in Dao Mu's eyes converged, and the distorted time and space unfolded. Dao Mu found that he was still in place, still on the second floor.

Could it be that the layout of the second floor and the third floor is exactly the same, and the second floor is just a cover?

Dao Mu turned around five times on the second floor, went up and down the stairs seven times, and compared the length, width and height four times outside the attic, but he didn't find anything unusual.

"Ah Meng, you live on the second floor, and I'm on the first floor. Dao Mu didn't plan to go upstairs again, and stood at the top of the stairs and shouted to Ah Meng. Even shouted several times, Ah Meng did not respond, Dao Mu went upstairs in the wind, but Ah Meng was gone.