Lord of Puluo

Didn't you see that I'm busy? Li Banfeng packed the newspaper angrily.

In order to save Li Lang from his home, who would have expected that he would win the first place in the imperial examination~ Hey, Mr. Lang, you read at night by candlelight, are you going to get the first place in the examination?

She can also sing Huangmei Opera.

I'm not trying to get the top prize, I just want to see how many enemies I have. The more Li Banfeng read the newspaper, the more solemn his expression became.

Chichi~

The record player puffed out steam.

The record player hit the guy twice, and sang with a stern voice: Don't be afraid of too many enemies. Come one, my husband will kill one, come two, my husband will kill a pair, don't kill too hard, leave a breath, and take it home as a dish.

Madam, 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 better than me in cultivation. It's hard to kill them. If I'm not good Damn it, it’s hard to find my wife’s dishes.”

Chi chi chi~

The record player laughed repeatedly.

Li Banfeng frowned and said, Why are you laughing?

Husband, put your hand on my creaking nest.

Li Banfeng quickly took his hand back.

Was that place just now a creaking nest?

What about other places?

Li Banfeng touched the wooden cabinet up and down, and the record player kept laughing.

哐啷啷啷~ Husband, please don't play around. Listen to what I'm saying. Since your husband is a home cultivator, don't move around. Spend more time at home with your slave, and your cultivation will come naturally!

Doesn’t she know that I am still a traveling cultivator?

Dark matter cannot be observed, making the cultivation invisible.

The record player may not really know that I am a traveling trainee.

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

Where do we start, where do we start, where do we start~~ the record player sang, but the lyrics were a bit stuck.

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

Mr. Sir, put some engine oil on my little slave.

Li Banfeng quickly picked up the engine 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 somewhat complicated. Li Banfeng didn't know where to start for a while, so he took the oil can and applied oil everywhere.

“Mr., that gear is very important, the engine oil cannot be missing~~”

Mr. Sir, that drain valve is of great importance, so don't be reckless~~

Mr., please be extra careful with that bearing and be gentle~~

Ms. sir~~

Ms. sir~~

A few minutes later, Li Banfeng sat on the edge of the bed with the oil pot in hand, and said calmly: Madam, please talk about serious matters. I will listen carefully.

Seriously? Why are you so serious? The record player was silent for a moment, Husband, what do you say about these pants?

Of course you have to wash it for me. Li Banfeng replied softly.

The record player sprayed a puff of steam, seeming a little dissatisfied, but did not mention Li Banfeng's pants again: 哐啷啷啷~Hey, husband, this elixir is called Zihuandan. To ordinary people, it is worth a lot of money. It’s of no use to my husband.”

how do I say this?

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

One month of cultivation?

Li Banfeng's heart contracted violently.

A Xuan Chi Pill can be exchanged for ten days of practice and can be sold for 150,000 yuan.

This Zihuan Dan has been practiced for one month. How much can it be sold for?

The key is not to sell money. If you take a few more pills, your cultivation will improve a lot!

But the record player sang: Hey husband, you are a home cultivator. Your cultivation depends on us husband and wife working together and working hard together. There is no use in taking pills!

It turns out that home repairmen cannot take elixirs.

Ma Wu once said that the cultivation of a house is special, and the cultivation depends entirely on the spirit of the house.

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

Huchi~

A cloud of steam stopped Li Banfeng.

The record player laughed twice more.

My husband is really an infatuated person. He loves the little slave so much, but makes the little slave feel flattered.

Husband, you'd better take this elixir to the market to exchange for money. The world regards it as a treasure, but in the eyes of the slave, it is no different from dirt and tiles.

What are mud, sand and tiles? This elixir is estimated to fetch 500,000 yuan.

Li Banfeng snorted coldly and put the elixir away.

Then I thought about it, if this elixir is useless for home practitioners, can it be used for travel practitioners?

Wouldn't it be a good thing to improve your cultivation as a traveler?

Don't let the lady see it, find an opportunity to take this elixir another day.

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

Ms. sir, please tell me about the origin of that enemy?

new

Li Banfeng introduced several people from Jiang Xiang's gang: A third-level martial artist is called Hongguan, a second-level ascetic cultivator is called Sage, and a second-level nightmare cultivator is called Xuanfeng.

Chi chi chi~

The record player laughed repeatedly: Huh! The red stick is used to beat, the sages know people, and they patrol the wind and watch the wind. After many years, the rules of the major sects have not changed.

Husband, if this is a third-level martial artist, you better not provoke him. If he fights hard, you are no match for him.

There is something special about the Taoism of ascetic cultivation. He restrains himself from home cultivation. Husband, you should also stay away from him.

As for this Nightmare Cultivator, I can't spare him. Even though he is on the second level, my husband still has a good chance of winning against him.

This is completely consistent with Li Banfeng's idea.

Li Banfeng nodded: I have yin and yang eyes, so I have some restraint against him. He is the first opponent I choose. But he is on the second floor. If we fight directly, I will suffer the loss.

Hey, husband, we can't fight directly but we have to clean up the kid around him first. Since he is in the dance hall, I have a plan.

Would you like to hear my lady's clever advice?

Husband, come up here!

Li Banfeng put his ear to the horn and listened to the record player slowly singing a song from The Songstress of the End of the World: Husband, buy an empty record, high-grade vinyl, and a hard needle.

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

Hard needle?

Ma'am, do you want to carve a record? Li Banfeng understood the intention of the record player.

咣咷啷啷~ What my husband said is absolutely true.

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 your ears?

The record player said coquettishly: It's only when we rub our ears and temples together that we can show 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 from 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.

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

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

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

The lines on the first floor are long and straight, open and bright, the lines on the second floor are rounded, soft and more layered, and the lines on the third floor are converged and converge on the spire, with sharp edges and corners.

Such an artistic building must be a regular business.

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

Sir, are you familiar with any girls here?

Li Banfeng smiled slightly: This is my first time.

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

Just because someone asks a girl they know well doesn't mean that the business here is informal. The girl may also be studying music here.

In the hall, with dim candlelight and melodious music, several couples of men and women were hugging each other and dancing on the red carpet.

Seeing how tightly they hugged each other, Li Banfeng thought this was a normal sign of being intoxicated by music.

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

Without a band in the hall, where would 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 rocker of the record player.

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

Li Banfeng relaxed his brows and showed a smile.

What he is looking for is this record player. If there is no record player, this trip will be in vain.

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

The lady took the initiative to invite her to dance. From an etiquette point of view, Li Banfeng should not refuse.

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

Because he can't dance.

I'm 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. She let Li Banfeng wrap his arms around her slender waist and walked slowly in the dance floor to the sound of music. step.

Dancing is not difficult, as long as you hold on tight and pace along with the music. Li Banfeng is a traveling 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.

But dance, just dance, don't keep groping on me.

Li Banfeng never took his eyes off the record player. He felt that the record player was much prettier than the girl.

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