"Can't you see I'm busy?" Li Banfeng picked up the newspapers in a bad mood.

"I left my home to save Li Lang, but I never expected to win the imperial examination. Hey, you are studying by candlelight at night, are you going to take the imperial examination?"

She can also sing Huangmei Opera.

"I don't want to be the top scholar. I want to see how many enemies I have." The more Li Banfeng read the newspaper, the more solemn his expression became.

snort~

The record player blew out a puff of steam.

The record player hit the player twice and sang in a rhythmic manner: "There are many enemies, no matter how many there are. If one comes, I will kill one. If two come, I will kill a pair. Don't kill too many. Leave one breath and take it home as a delicacy."

"My wife, I think so too," Li Banfeng sat next to the record player and touched the side wall of the wooden cabinet, "but my enemies are all above me in cultivation, so it's not easy to kill them. If I'm not easy to kill them, it's not easy to find dishes for my wife either."

Chichichi~

The record player sneered.

Li Banfeng frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Husband, put your hand on my armpit."

Li Banfeng quickly withdrew his hand.

Was that the armpit just now?

What about other places?

Li Banfeng touched the wooden cabinet from top to bottom, and the record player kept laughing.

"Clang clang clang clang~ Husband, please stop playing around and listen to me. Since you are a stay-at-home cultivator, you should stop walking around and stay at home with me more often. Then your cultivation will come naturally!"

Doesn’t she know that I’m still a traveler?

Dark matter cannot be observed, making cultivation invisible.

The record player may really not know that I am a travel repairman.

Li Banfeng took out the purple pill and asked, "My wife, I want to improve my cultivation quickly. If I take this pill, it should be of some use, right?"

"Where do I start, where do I start, where do I begin~~" the record player sang a line, but the lyrics were a little stuck.

"Madam, why is it stuck?" Li Banfeng asked with concern.

"My dear, please give my little slave some engine oil."

Li Banfeng quickly picked up the oil bottle and opened the back box of the record player.

In the trunk, the connecting rods and gears are very densely packed, and the mechanical structure is somewhat complicated. Li Banfeng didn't know where to start for a moment, so he took the oil can and applied oil everywhere.

"Husband, that gear is very important, we can't run out of oil~~"

"Husband, that drain valve is of great importance, you must not be reckless~~"

"Husband, be extra careful with that bearing, be gentle~~"

"Husband~~"

"Husband~~"

A few minutes later, Li Banfeng sat down beside the bed with an oil bottle in his hand, and said calmly, "Madam, please talk about serious matters. I am listening carefully."

"Serious? Why so serious?" The record player was silent for a moment. "Husband, what do you think of these pants?"

"Of course you have to help me wash it." Li Banfeng answered in a low voice.

The record player blew out a puff of steam, seeming a little dissatisfied, but did not mention Li Banfeng's pants again: "Clang clang clang~ Hey, husband, this pill is called Zihuan Pill. It is very valuable to ordinary people, but it is useless to you."

"What do you mean?"

"For ordinary people, taking this pill is equivalent to gaining one month's cultivation."

One month of cultivation?

Li Banfeng's heart beat violently.

One Xuan Chi Pill can buy ten days of practice and can be sold for 150,000.

This Purple Huan Dan takes one month of practice. How much can it be sold for?

The key point is not about selling it for money. If you eat a few more of these pills, your cultivation will improve significantly!

But the jukebox sang: "Hey, husband, you are a home-based cultivator. Your cultivation depends on our unity and progress together. Eating pills is useless!"

It turns out that home-based cultivators cannot take medicinal pills.

Ma Wu also said that home cultivation is special and the level of cultivation depends entirely on the spirit of the home.

"Since I can't eat it, give this pill to my wife." After saying that, Li Banfeng was about to put the pill into the water tank of the record player.

huff~

A cloud of steam stopped Li Banfeng.

The record player laughed twice more.

"My husband is such a foolish man, he loves me so much, and I am flattered.

My husband, you should take this medicine to the market to exchange for money. People in the world regard it as a treasure, but in my eyes, it is no different from mud, sand and bricks. "

What is a mud and sand tile? This pill is estimated to be sold for 500,000.

Li Banfeng snorted coldly and put the pill away.

On second thought, if this elixir is useless for home cultivation, can it be used for travel cultivation?

Wouldn't it be a good thing to improve the cultivation level of the travel cultivators?

Don't let my wife see it. Find an opportunity to eat this pill another day.

Li Banfeng went to read the newspaper again. Maybe it was because he had oiled the record player today, the record player was particularly concerned about Li Banfeng today.

"Husband, can you tell me the origin of that enemy?"

Li Banfeng introduced several people from Jiang Xiang's gang: "One is a third-level martial artist, called Red Stick, one is a second-level ascetic, called Sage, and one is a second-level nightmare artist, called Patrol Wind."

Chichichi~

The record player sneered: "Huh~ Red sticks are in charge of beatings, sages recognize people, patrols and sentries, after all these years, the rules of the major gangs have not changed.

My husband, if it is said that this martial arts master is at the third level, you should not provoke him. If you fight him head-on, you are no match for him.

The Dao sect of Ku Xiu is somewhat special. It restrains the cultivation of the home. Husband, you should stay away from him.

As for this Nightmare Cultivator, we cannot let him off. Even though he is only at the second level, your husband still has a good chance of winning against him."

This is exactly the same as Li Banfeng's idea.

Li Banfeng nodded: "I have the Yin-Yang Eyes, so I have some control over him. He was the first opponent I chose, but he was on the second floor. If we fought directly, I would still suffer."

"Hey, my husband, we can't engage in direct combat. We must first clean up the little devils around him. Since he is in the dance floor, I have a plan."

"Will you listen to my lady's clever plan?"

"Husband, come closer to my ear!"

Li Banfeng put his ear to the speaker and listened to the record player slowly singing a song "Songstress of the End of the World": "My husband, buy a blank record, a top-quality vinyl, and a hard record needle."

After hearing this, Li Banfeng's ears were burned red by the steam.

Hard needle?

"Madam, do you want to burn a record?" Li Banfeng understood the purpose of the record player.

"Bang-bang-bang~My husband is absolutely right."

Li Banfeng nodded and rubbed his red ears: "There are only you and me in this room, and no one is eavesdropping, so why do you have to talk close to my ear?"

The record player said coquettishly: "Rubbing ears together shows the affection between husband and wife~~"

…

The next day at noon, Li Banfeng went to Yuanzheng Street and bought a blank record and two hard stylus needles at a record store.

Late at night, Li Banfeng put on a beige plaid suit and a gray top hat and came to the Xianle Dance Hall.

The Xianle Dance Hall is easy to find. It is at the end of Paifang Street. There is a large open space, which is the garden of the dance hall, and there are no other buildings around it.

As a simple boy, Li Banfeng firmly believed that Xianle Dance Hall was a place to study music.

This place really did not disappoint Li Banfeng. It was a three-story building with a pointed roof, a brick and wood structure, and a combination of Chinese and Western styles.

The lines on the first floor are long and straight, bright and grand; the lines on the second floor are rounded, showing more layers in the softness; the lines on the third floor are converged and converge at the top, with clear edges and corners.

Such an artistic building must be doing legitimate business.

After climbing the stone steps in front of the door, two young women came forward to greet the guests in front of the archway.

"Sir, come this way. Is there any girl you know?"

Li Banfeng smiled slightly: "It's my first time here."

The two women smiled shyly and led Li Banfeng into the hall.

When someone asks a girl they know, it doesn't mean that the business here is irregular. The girl may also be studying music here.

In the hall, the candlelight was dim, the music was melodious, and several couples were dancing in each other's arms on the red carpet.

Seeing that they were hugging each other very tightly, Li Banfeng thought that this was a normal behavior of being immersed in the music.

All his attention was on the music, and he was looking for the source of the music.

There is no band in the hall, where does the music come from?

Next to the stairs, Li Banfeng saw a huge record player. A man in a plain white suit was slowly shaking the arm of the record player.

This is a hand-cranked record player. The speed of the music depends entirely on the operator, which requires a lot of skill.

Li Banfeng's brows relaxed and he smiled.

This was the record player he was looking for. If he didn't have it, his trip would be in vain.

A woman came up to him and said with a sweet smile, "Sir, would you like to dance with me?"

The lady took the initiative to invite Li Banfeng to dance, and from the perspective of etiquette, he should not refuse.

But the education Li Banfeng received since childhood did not allow him to do so.

Because he can't dance.

"I'm sorry, miss. I don't know how to dance." Li Banfeng answered truthfully.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you." The woman took Li Banfeng's hand and came to the center of the dance floor. She let Li Banfeng wrap his arms around her slender waist and slowly paced on the dance floor to the sound of the music.

Dancing is not difficult, just hold on tightly and pace along with the music. Li Banfeng is a travel practitioner, so his steps are very solid.

This is a girl with a conscience, and her conscience beats along with the music in Li Banfeng's arms.

But just dance, don't keep touching me.

Li Banfeng's eyes never left the record player. He felt that the record player was much more beautiful than the girl.

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