Chapter 77

"Didn't you see I'm busy?" Li Banfeng said unhappily while tidying up the newspapers.

"To save Li Lang, I left home. Who would have thought the imperial list would have a top graduate~ Hey husband, you are reading by candlelight. Are you going to take the top graduate exam?"

She can even sing Huangmei opera.

"I'm not going to take the top graduate exam. I'm going to see how many enemies I have." The more Li Banfeng read the newspaper, the more solemn his expression became.

Squeak, squeak~

The phonograph sprayed a mouthful of steam.

The phonograph played with two things and sang with a beat: "Don't be afraid of having many enemies. If one comes, husband kills one. If two come, husband kills a pair. Don't kill too ruthlessly. Leave a breath, and just bring it home as a dish."

"Wife, I think so too," Li Banfeng sat beside the phonograph and touched the side wall of the wooden cabinet, "But my enemies all have cultivation levels above mine. It's not easy to kill. If it's not easy to kill, it's not easy for wife to find dishes."

Squeak, squeak, squeak~

The phonograph laughed repeatedly.

Li Banfeng frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"Husband, you put your hand in my armpit."

Li Banfeng hurriedly took his hand back.

Was that place an armpit just now?

What about other places?

Li Banfeng touched the wooden cabinet up and down once, and the phonograph laughed non-stop.

"Clang, clang, clang~ Husband, don't tease. Just listen to me. Since you are a residential cultivator, don't walk around. Stay at home and accompany me more. Cultivation will come naturally!"

Doesn't she know I'm also a traveling cultivator?

Dark matter cannot be observed, causing cultivation to be invisible.

The phonograph might really not know I'm a traveling cultivator.

Li Banfeng took out the purple elixir and asked: "Wife, I want to improve my cultivation quickly. Eating this elixir should be useful, right?"

"This can start from, start from, start from where~~" The phonograph sang a sentence, the lyrics were a bit stuttering.

"Wife, why are you stuck?" Li Banfeng asked with concern.

"Hus, husband, give me some machine oil."

Li Banfeng hurriedly carried the machine oil bottle and opened the back box of the phonograph.

In the back box, the connecting rods and gears were very dense, and the mechanical structure was a bit complicated. Li Banfeng didn't know where to start for a while, holding the oil pot and oiling everywhere.

"Husband, that gear is very important. Machine oil cannot be missing~~"

"Husband, that drain valve is of great importance. Don't be reckless~~"

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

"Husband~~"

"Husband~~"

A few minutes later, Li Banfeng carried the oil pot, sat on the edge of the bed, and said calmly: "Wife, tell me the serious business. I'm listening carefully."

"Serious? Why so serious?" Clang, clang~ The phonograph was silent for a moment, "Husband, what about these pants?"

"Naturally, you have to help me wash them." Li Banfeng answered in a low voice.

The phonograph sprayed a mouthful of steam, seemingly a bit dissatisfied, but didn't mention Li Banfeng's pants again: "Clang, clang, clang~ Hey husband, this elixir is called Purple Radiant Pill. For ordinary people, it is worth a lot, but for husband, it is useless."

"What do you mean by that?"

"For ordinary people, eating this elixir is equivalent to having a month of cultivation."

A month of cultivation?

Li Banfeng's heart contracted violently.

A Profound Scarlet Pill can be exchanged for ten days of practice and can be sold for 150,000.

This Purple Radiant Pill has a month of practice. How much can it sell for?

The key is not selling it for money. If you eat a few more of these elixirs, your cultivation can grow a lot!

But the phonograph sang: "Hey husband, you are a residential cultivator. Cultivation depends on our husband and wife being of one heart and advancing together. Eating elixirs is useless!"

It turns out that residential cultivators cannot eat elixirs.

Ma Wu also once said that residential cultivators are special, and cultivation depends entirely on the residential spirit.

"Since I can't eat it, give this elixir to wife." After speaking, Li Banfeng was about to put the elixir into the phonograph's water tank.

Whoosh~

A cloud of steam blocked Li Banfeng.

The phonograph laughed twice again.

"Husband is really a infatuated person, cherishing me so much, but it makes me flattered.

Husband, you should take this elixir 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 and tiles."

What is called mud and tiles? This elixir is estimated to sell for 500,000.

Li Banfeng snorted coldly and put the elixir away.

Thinking about it, if this elixir is useless for residential cultivators, can it be used for traveling cultivators?

Isn't it a good thing to improve the cultivation of traveling cultivators?

Don't let wife see it. Find a chance to eat this elixir another day.

Li Banfeng went to flip through the newspaper again. Perhaps because he oiled the phonograph today, the phonograph was extra concerned about Li Banfeng today.

"Husband~ Tell me, what is the origin of that enemy?"

Li Banfeng introduced the few people of the Jiang Xiang Gang: "One is a Wu Xiu Third Layer, called Red Stick. One is an Arduous Cultivation Second Layer, called Sage. One is a Second Layer Nightmare Cultivation, called Du Du Xunfeng."

Squeak, squeak, squeak~

The phonograph laughed repeatedly: "Hey~ Red Stick is in charge of fighting, Sage recognizes people, Du Du Xunfeng stands guard. After so many years, the rules of the major gangs haven't changed.

Husband, if it's this Wu Xiu Third Layer, you'd better not provoke him. If you fight hard, you are not his opponent.

This Arduous Cultivation sect is a bit special. He restrains residential cultivators. Husband, you should also stay away from him.

As for this Nightmare Cultivation, you can't spare him. Don't look at him being Second Layer, 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 Yin-Yang eyes, which have some restraint on him. The first opponent I chose is him, but he is in the Second Layer. If we fight directly, I will still suffer."

"Hey husband, you can't fight directly. You must first clean up the little ghosts around him. Since he is in the dance hall, I have a plan."

"I'd like to hear wife's wonderful plan?"

"Husband, come closer!"

Li Banfeng put his ear to the speaker, listening to the phonograph slowly singing "The Wandering Songstress": "Husband~ buy a blank record, top-grade black vinyl, equipped with a hard needle".

After listening, Li Banfeng's ears were flushed red by the steam.

Hard needle?

"Wife wants to engrave a record?" Li Banfeng understood the phonograph's intention.

"Clang, clang~ Husband is right."

Li Banfeng nodded and rubbed his red ears: "There are only you and me in this room, and no one is eavesdropping. Why do we have to whisper in each other's ears?"

The phonograph acted coquettishly: "Only by whispering can we show the affection between husband and wife~~"

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

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

The Immortal Music Dance Hall is easy to find, at the end of Paifang Street, a large open space, all the dance hall's gardens, with no other buildings around.

As a simple teenager, Li Banfeng firmly believes that the Immortal Music Dance Hall is a place for studying music.

This place really didn't disappoint Li Banfeng. A three-story pointed-roof Western-style house, brick-wood structure, combining Chinese and Western styles.

The first floor lines are long and straight, bright and atmospheric; the second floor lines are round and smooth, showing more layers in softness; the third floor lines are gathered, converging at the pointed roof, with distinct edges and corners.

Such an artistic building must be doing legitimate business.

After going up the stone steps in front of the door, before the arch, two young women stepped forward to welcome the guests.

"Sir, come this way. Do you have any familiar girls?"

Li Banfeng smiled slightly: "First time here."

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

The lady asked about familiar girls, which doesn't mean the business here is not legitimate. The girls might also be studying music here.

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

Seeing them hugging very tightly, Li Banfeng thought this was a normal expression of being intoxicated by the music.

All his attention was on the music. He was looking for the source of the music.

There was no band in the hall. Where did the music come from?

Beside the stairs, Li Banfeng saw a huge phonograph. A man in a plain white suit was slowly shaking the rocker of the phonograph.

This is a hand-cranked phonograph. The speed of the music depends entirely on the controller, which is very demanding.

Li Banfeng's eyebrows relaxed, revealing a trace of a smile.

He was looking for this phonograph. If there was no phonograph, this trip would be in vain.

A woman walked up to him and said with a sweet smile: "Sir, shall we dance together?"

A lady took the initiative to invite him to dance. From the perspective of etiquette, Li Banfeng should not refuse.

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

Because he doesn't know how to dance.

"Sorry, Miss, I don't know how to dance." Li Banfeng answered truthfully.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you." The woman grabbed Li Banfeng's hand, came to the center of the dance floor, let Li Banfeng's arms wrap around her slender waist, and paced slowly in the dance hall with the music.

Dancing is not difficult. As long as you hold tight and pace with the music, Li Banfeng is a traveling cultivator, and his steps are very solid.

This is a girl with a conscience. The conscience rhythmically moved in Li Banfeng's arms with the music.

But dancing is dancing, don't always grope on me.

Li Banfeng's sight never left the phonograph. He felt that this phonograph looked much more beautiful than the girl.

PS: I think all readers are the most beautiful. Talk to Shala.

(End of chapter)