Fu Hao thought that this was the case, but his face was silent, he just nodded to the shopkeeper and went straight to the stairs on the second floor.

The shopkeeper sent Fu Hao to the entrance of the wooden ladder and did not continue to follow, because there was a special maid waiting there.

This maid is only fourteen or fifteen years old, young and young, her eyebrows and eyes are just open, and her voice is soft and sweet, but it makes people feel very comfortable and comfortable.

The maid smiled obediently, saluted Fu Hao, and said, "Childe, please come with me." ”

Fu Hao has always been very polite to girls, and he smiled back at the moment: "What's your name?"

"Slave Hongluan. ”

"Hongluan ......" Fu Hao recited it several times and praised: "Hongluan's star movement is also heartbeat." Good name, good name!"

The maid named Hongluan pursed her red lips lightly, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the son to be brilliant, Hongluan thanks the son for the compliment!"

Fu Hao said seriously: "Hey-I'm just telling the truth, and the reader doesn't speak." ”

"Hehe, the slave family has only heard of 'monks don't talk to them', I don't know when there will be a saying that 'scholars don't talk about words'?"

"Haha, the red dust fights for the crossing, and the world is a monk, but there is a difference between having hair and not having hair. ”

Fu Hao didn't know why he had said so much to this little maid, did he just think it felt good to chat with such a little beauty in the future?

"Childe is so funny!"

While speaking, Fu Hao had already followed Hongluan to the second floor.

The second floor is much more elaborate than the first floor, and there are more than half fewer tables and chairs, and there are grille screens between each table to slightly separate, which makes it look much more secluded. Naturally, the people who meet and eat here are not ordinary people. Fu Hao glanced at it and saw several tables of people talking in low voices, they were wearing uniform navy blue clothes, each with a sword, and their demeanor was extraordinary.

Among them, a middle-aged man at the top of the table on the left has the strongest aura around him, and the whole person has sword intent, obviously a kendo master.

Fu Hao's gaze touched back at him, and the latter seemed to be aware of it, and he also looked over, but he could only see a back.

At this time, Fu Hao had already continued to walk towards the third floor under the leadership of Hongluan.

The wooden ladder from the first floor to the second floor is very ordinary, but I didn't expect the wooden ladder from the second floor to the third floor is very different.

Stepping on a wooden ladder makes you feel like you're stepping on snow, and the sound is soft and pleasant. And. There seems to be a faint fragrance lingering around.

As if sensing Fu Hao's surprise, Hongluan smiled lightly: "The staircase from the second to the third floor is made of hundred-year-old cedar, which is a major feature of our Zuixiang Building!"

Fu Hao suddenly realized: "I see!"

Centennial cedar, as the name suggests, is a type of cedar, but it needs to be grown for 100 years before it can become a tree. If that's all it is, the key is that this century-old cedar only grows in the wind and snow ice field, and the wind and snow ice field is in the north of Beihu, and the snow and ice do not melt all year round. Not to mention the fact that you can enter the snowstorm ice field and successfully cut down the hundred-year-old cedar, just breaking through the blockade between the two countries and transporting it to Tiannan, thousands of miles away, I don't know how much it will cost.

Moreover, there seems to be intricate patterns carved on this cedar staircase, each step is present, but each step does not seem to be independent.

Fu Hao slowly stepped up, splicing the patterns of each step in his mind, and suddenly his heart moved.

This combination of graphics is nothing else, it is the map of the entire Beihu and the Central Plains!

Except that there is no overseas land, there is no specific place, and the overall outline direction is the same as what Fu Hao saw in the Mingxin Illusion on the eighth floor of the Tongxuan Building of the Shenji Pavilion.

Fu Hao sighed secretly, and he had already stepped up to three floors.

Hongluan saluted again, and said softly: "The third floor has arrived, the son will wait for a while, and someone will come to greet him." Hongluan can't go in, and I hope that Gongzi will forgive his sins!"

Fu Hao hurriedly said, "Miss Hongluan doesn't have to be like this. ”

Perhaps it was Fu Hao's politeness that made Hongluan very good, and he couldn't help but say a few more words: "In this case, Hongluan will retire first, and if the son has any orders, he can come to me." ”

Fu Hao naturally asked her to go about her own business.

Hongluan went down three floors, and Fu Hao began to look at the third floor of the Zuixiang Building in front of him.

He thought that the second floor was so elegant, and the third floor should be more magnificent and colorful. Unexpectedly, on the contrary, this third layer has returned to simplicity and elegance.

The third floor is not decorated with regular compartment tables and chairs, and there is a stream flowing slowly through the spacious hall.

That's right, Fu Hao blinked, convinced that he was not mistaken.

The stream meanders and gurgles, and from time to time a cup floats through the water, and the cup contains fine wine, and the aroma of wine fills the room.

"What a meandering water!" Fu Hao admired, and then looked at both sides of the stream, where there were some stone benches and wooden stakes scattered on them, some of which were sitting, and some were not. A little farther away, there are a few stone tables, which are eclectic.

At this time, there were also people drinking at the stone table, and the people sitting on both sides of the stream closed their eyes and seemed to be waiting for something.

Without waiting for Fu Hao to carefully observe the people of this third layer, he only heard a voice sound, interrupting him.

"Dare to ask this son, do you also want the 'dragon rank jade'?"

Fu Hao listened to the voice, only feeling exhausted and energetic, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised, this was actually a kind of sound skill.

Although the use of internal forces is ever-changing, the power of the poor cannot be counted, and the sound skills are even more complicated. Fu Hao has seen Gu Xinghe's thunder sound skill, and he has also seen the mysterious sound transmission technique of the black and white elders, but this is the first time he has seen this kind of sound skill that can make people refresh.

Fu Hao turned his head to look at the person who spoke out, and was even more surprised at first glance, he didn't expect that the person with such magical sound skills turned out to be a woman with extraordinary appearance.

In fact, the voice just now should be able to hear that it was a female voice, but Fu Hao was attracted by her sound skills for a while, so he didn't care.

The woman in front of her was fair-skinned, smiling and swaying, but from the subtle wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, it could be seen that she was about thirty years old.

Unlike Hongluan's cute shyness, this kind of woman knows how to show her charm, exuding charm and temptation all the time, which is the most attractive and the most terrifying.

Fu Hao looked at the delicate makeup of the woman in front of him, I don't know how much better than Hongluan, Emei is shallow, rhinoplasty and red lips, thin-necked golden hairpin, leaking where it should be leaked, covering where it should be covered, charming but not obscene, beautiful but not, Fu Hao feels that just this woman can make how many heroes and heroes willingly scatter their daughters.

Looking down involuntarily, the mandarin duck bandeau can't stop the magnificent waves, and the graceful posture becomes more and more curvy.

"Just looking at the figure, you can compare with Wen Wushuang!" Fu Hao secretly praised in his heart.

The woman in white who was far away at the gate of heaven suddenly sneezed, she stopped the piano in her hand and made a divination for herself. After a while, she turned around and walked towards the eighth floor of Tongxuan Tower, she planned to do something.

The female shopkeeper saw that Fu Hao was attracted to her, and smiled shyly at the moment, half-covering her chest.

"Childe, why don't you enter at the door, is it because you dislike us that the drunken incense building is too small?"

Her action directly squeezed her breasts out of a more perfect arc, pretending to be shy on the surface, but actually teasing.

Fu Hao's eyes reluctantly moved away from her, his old face was slightly red, and he coughed dryly.

"It's big, it's big......"