Chapter 77 Fairy Dance Hall

"Can't you see I'm busy?" Li Banfeng picked up the newspapers unhappily.

"I left my homeland to save Li Lang, but who would have thought that I would be the top scorer in the imperial examination~ Hey, my dear, you are studying by candlelight at night, are you going to take the exam for the top scorer?"

She can also sing Huangmei Opera.

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

Chi Chi~

The record player blew a puff of steam.

The record player hit the tool twice and sang with a rhythm: "There are many enemies, come one, husband kill one, come two, husband kill a pair, don't kill too hard, leave a breath, and take it home as a dish."

"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, and it's not easy to kill them. If I'm not easy to kill, it's not easy to find dishes for my wife."

Chi Chi Chi~

The record player sneered.

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

"My husband, you put your hand on my armpit."

Li Banfeng quickly took his hand back.

That place just now was the armpit?

What about other places?

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

"Clang clang clang~My husband, don't play around, and listen to me. Since my husband is a home cultivator, don't walk around, stay at home with me more, and your cultivation will come naturally!"

Doesn't she know that I am still a travel cultivator?

Dark matter cannot be observed, making cultivation invisible.

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

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

"Where can I start, where can I start~~" The record player sang a sentence, and the lyrics were a little stuck.

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

"Husband, husband, give me some engine oil."

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

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, so he took the oil bottle and oiled everywhere.

"Husband, that gear is very important, the engine oil can't be less~~"

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

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

"Husband~~"

"Husband~~"

A few minutes later, Li Banfeng sat on the bed with the oil bottle, and said calmly: "My wife, talk about serious things, I listen carefully."

"Serious? Why so serious?" Clang clang~The record player was silent for a moment, "Husband, what do you say about these pants?"

"Of course you have to help me wash them." Li Banfeng replied 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 Zi Huan Dan. It is worth a lot for ordinary people, but it is useless for you."

"What do you mean?"

"For ordinary people, taking this pill is equivalent to one month of cultivation."

One month of cultivation?

Li Banfeng's heart contracted violently.

One Xuan Chi Dan can be exchanged for ten days of cultivation, and can be sold for 150,000.

This Zi Huan Dan has one month of cultivation, how much can it be sold for?

The key is not the money, taking more of this pill can improve your cultivation a lot!

But the record player sang: "Hey, husband, you are a home cultivator, and your cultivation depends on our husband and wife working together. Eating pills is useless!"

It turns out that home cultivators cannot eat pills.

Ma Wu also said that home cultivators are special and their cultivation depends entirely on home spirits.

"Since I can't eat it, I'll 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.

Huh~

A ball of steam stopped Li Banfeng.

The record player laughed twice again.

"My husband is really a foolish person. He loves me so much, but I am flattered.

My husband should take this pill 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 sand bricks."

What is mud and sand bricks? This pill can probably be sold for 500,000.

Li Banfeng snorted coldly and put the pill away.

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

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

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 because he oiled the record player today, the record player was particularly concerned about Li Banfeng today.

"Husband~ Can you tell me what the enemy's origin is?"

Li Banfeng introduced several people from Jiang Xiang's gang: "One martial arts cultivator of the third level, called Hong Gun, one hard cultivation of the second level, called Shengxian, and one nightmare cultivator of the second level, called Xunfeng."

Squeak~

The record player sneered: "Hua~ Hong Gun is responsible for beating, Shengxian knows people, and Xunfeng is on sentry duty. After so many years, the rules of the major gangs have not changed.

Husband, if it is said that this martial arts cultivator of the third level, you should not provoke him. If you fight hard, you are not his opponent.

The Taoist sect of hard cultivation is a bit special. He restrains the house cultivator. Husband, you should stay away from him.

As for this nightmare cultivator, you can't let him go. Although he is at the second level, you still have 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 is the first opponent I chose, but he is on the second floor. If we fight directly, I will suffer."

"Hey, husband, we can't fight directly. We have to clean up the little ghosts around him first. Since he is in the dance floor, I have a plan."

"Would you like to hear your trick?"

"Husband, come closer!"

Li Banfeng put his ear to the speaker and listened to the record player slowly singing "Song Girl of the End of the World": "Husband~ Buy an empty record, a high-quality black record, with a hard needle."

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

Hard needle?

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

"Bang-bang-bang~My 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 you have to talk close to each other's ears?"

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

...

At noon the next day, Li Banfeng went to Yuanzheng Street and bought an empty record and two hard 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 the archway street. There is a large open space, which is the garden of the dance hall. There are no other buildings around.

As a simple teenager, Li Banfeng firmly believes that the Xianle Dance Hall is a place to study music.

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

The lines of the first floor are long and straight, bright and grand. The lines of the second floor are rounded, showing more layers in the softness. The lines of the third floor are converged and converged at the spire, with sharp edges and corners.

Such an artistic building must be doing formal business.

After going up the stone steps in front of the door, two young women came forward to greet the guests in front of the arch.

"Sir, come this way, are there any girls you know?"

Li Banfeng smiled slightly: "First time here."

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

Asking a familiar girl does not mean that the business here is not formal. The girl may also be studying music here.

In the hall, the candlelight is dim, the music is melodious, and several men and women are hugging and dancing on the red carpet.

Seeing that they are hugging each other very tightly, Li Banfeng thinks this is a normal performance of being intoxicated by music.

All his attention is on the music, and he is 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 is very demanding.

Li Banfeng's brows relaxed and he smiled.

This is the record player he is looking for. If he doesn't have it, this trip would be in vain.

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

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

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

Because he can't dance.

"Sorry, miss, I can't 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, letting Li Banfeng wrap his arms around her slender waist, and slowly paced in the dance floor with the sound of music.

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

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

If you want to dance, just dance, don't always touch me.

Li Banfeng's eyes never left the record player, he thought the record player was much prettier than the girl.

PS: I think all the readers are the prettiest, talk to Sala quickly.