Chapter 298: Home Cultivation Six-Layer Skill

Li Banfeng stood at the doorway, looking at Ling Miaoying's image, marveling at the exquisite craftsmanship.

"Look at this image; it's exactly like the real thing." The first time he saw it at the doorway, Li Banfeng couldn't tell the difference. Now, examining it closely in his Portable Residence, Li Banfeng still couldn't tell the difference.

From her appearance, expression, clothing, and movements, to her voice, Li Banfeng found no flaws whatsoever.

Judging by the glove's reactions, the image's texture was also incredibly realistic.

"Master, save me! His grip is too strong; he's about to crush me to death!"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "I want to save you too, but this image is impervious to weapons."

Previously, the Tang saber had struck it once in the Carefree Hamlet, even severing its head, yet the image could still move.

"Master, think of another way."

Li Banfeng pondered for a moment and said, "How about I set it on fire?"

The glove exclaimed, "You can't set it on fire! Wouldn't that burn me too? Master, just find a way to turn off that projector."

Li Banfeng said with a smile, "What projector are you talking about? When I came back, I inventoried all the seized magic treasures and spiritual items; I didn't see any projector."

The glove explained, "I saw that you were tired, Master, so I kept it for you temporarily."

Li Banfeng walked around Ling Miaoying's image and picked up the projector from the corner of the room.

The projector's construction was complex, but Li Banfeng had been studying videography and photography recently, so he knew its crucial points.

He directly blew out the candle inside the projector. The projector continued to run, but without a light source, it could not display the image.

As the image disappeared, the glove broke free. It watched wistfully as Li Banfeng took the projector, then had to sincerely say, "Thank you, Master, for saving my life."

Although Li Banfeng wasn't fully awake, his physical strength had recovered by 70 to 80 percent. He decided not to sleep anymore, ate something, and then took out all of Ling Miaoying's spiritual items and magic treasures to examine them one by one.

He first carefully studied the projector, found the film loading slot, and was about to pull out the film when he heard the projector exclaim loudly, "Wait! First, flip the switch, or you'll damage the spool."

The voice was rich, deep, and resonant, sounding like a tenor singer.

Judging by the logic of its speech, this was a magic treasure.

Li Banfeng looked at the projector and asked, "Are you willing to follow me from now on?"

The projector adjusted itself to a suitable angle, pointing its lens directly at Li Banfeng, and said, "That depends on whether you truly understand art."

Li Banfeng replied, "What if I do?"

"Then we are kindred spirits."

Li Banfeng asked again, "What if I don't?"

The projector extended its base stand, making itself slightly taller, and declared, "If I cannot find a kindred spirit, I would rather follow Miaoying into oblivion."

The pendulum snorted coldly, "How dramatic!"

The teapot sneered, "I can't stand such stubbornness."

The projector asked Li Banfeng, "Are you a person who understands art?"

Li Banfeng placed the projector on the table, then turned and took a roll of film from a box.

This film was shot by him at Black Stone Ridge. In terms of quality, it was one of Li Banfeng's best works.

He loaded the film into the projector.

The film was over three minutes long, consisting of more than 300 feet of film. Logically, such a small projector shouldn't be able to hold such a large reel.

However, the capacity of its film compartment couldn't be judged visually. The entire roll of film quickly fit inside, with plenty of room to spare.

The projector first scanned the film, then described it with a single word: "Crude!"

Li Banfeng offered no explanation, waiting for the projector's next comment.

The projector watched it again, and its evaluation was: "Crudeness with profound elegance!"

Li Banfeng nodded slightly. "Now that's someone who knows their stuff."

The projector said, "Please lend me a light."

Li Banfeng struck a match and lit the candle. Using the light source, the projector began to display the image.

A young woman, with her back to Li Banfeng, revealed a faint smile.

Her light blue cheongsam then slipped off.

The Tang saber stood upright, silently observing the woman.

The glove climbed onto the Tang saber, and they both watched the woman together.

*Puff!*

The tea inside the old teapot boiled for a moment, and puffs of steam rose from its spout.

The wine gourd sneered, "Old man, your teapot spout is quite stiff too."

The old teapot snorted, "A person suddenly appeared; I was startled. At my age, could I still have such thoughts?"

The woman gently bent forward, propping herself with one hand on her knee, while lifting her hair with the other, and glanced back at everyone.

The glove trembled. "This... this is real..."

The Tang saber trembled along with the glove, then immediately reprimanded it, "Why are you shaking? Don't move around!"

The young woman's breasts were a bit low, and her buttocks were a bit high.

"Hmph!" The Judge's Brush suddenly scoffed.

The old teapot spurted out a mouthful of tea, which was slightly reddish.

The pendulum chuckled, "Are you bleeding?"

The old teapot coughed a few times. "No, I'm not. At my age..."

Li Banfeng handed a cloth to the old teapot. "If anything else comes out later, remember to use this."

The teapot panted, "I can't anymore; nothing else can come out. I'll just wipe the tea."

The wine gourd laughed, "I'm not telling you to wipe the tea; I'm telling you to cover your face, you shameless old man!"

During the film's projection, the room divided into two factions.

The Tang saber, the glove, the Judge's Brush, and the old teapot all watched with great seriousness.

The pendulum, the wine gourd, the earrings, and the calendar card were all critiquing and commenting.

"Look, her breasts are not small, but they aren't symmetrical."

"Yes, and that crease between her legs and buttocks doesn't look quite right!"

Hong Ying was very anxious. She couldn't see and didn't know what was happening.

"If you won't let me see, I'll mess everything up for you!"

"Wicked woman, wicked woman, wake up! Your man brought another woman home!"

The phonograph was still sleeping soundly and did not wake up.

The film Li Banfeng shot quickly finished, but the projector's display had not.

The young woman cupped her fists towards Li Banfeng and spoke, "Young master, would you care for a sparring match?"

The projector could manipulate the characters within the film and make them perform actions beyond the film itself.

Faced with the young woman's invitation, Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "Young woman, I am a man with a family..."

The Tang saber leaped up, blocking Li Banfeng's path. "My lord, you needn't trouble yourself. Your humble general is willing to try!"

"Alright!" Li Banfeng agreed, but the Tang saber was too slow; the glove went first.

The Judge's Brush lazily called out, "Wait, I also..."

The old teapot coughed twice and sighed, "Look at your expressions! Don't you feel ashamed? At my age, none of you offer to let me go first."

Before it finished speaking, the glove and the young woman had exchanged over a dozen blows, with no clear victor.

Although the glove didn't enjoy fighting, it was skilled, its attacks swift and unpredictable.

The first time it was caught by Ling Miaoying's image, it was unprepared. This time, being prepared, it was much more composed during the fight with the young woman.

But composure aside, defeating the young woman was not so easy.

The young woman quickly adapted to the glove's fighting style. Her attacks became swift, and her movements became elusive. Occasionally, she even used her breasts and buttocks to distract the glove.

After a few more rounds, the glove suddenly escaped the image's range.

Now the projector grew anxious.

It desperately tried to adjust its projection angle, but the young woman in the image could never catch up to the glove.

This was the projector's greatest weakness: once an opponent left its projection angle, it was as if they had left the screen's bounds.

The characters created by the projector could not leave the screen's area. Until it adjusted its projection angle, the projector had no combat capability.

The sparring match ended there. The projector had no intention of forcing a win or loss against the glove.

"Director Qi, this film has been completed. You can use this young woman to fight for you in the future. Please pay the production fee for this film."

"This is the cost?"

"Yes."

Li Banfeng paused, then asked, "You charge for the cost, not by the number of battles, but by the number of productions?"

The projector replied, "Director Qi, battles are free, but the production process requires payment."

"'Director Qi'? What kind of title is that?"

"Others call you Master Qi; I call you Director Qi. That's what directors are called on set."

Li Banfeng thought it was quite good. "What kind of payment do you want?"

"Materials and film. I want excellent shooting materials and excellent film. The materials must be at least three minutes long and must receive my approval. The quantity of film will depend on the materials."

In other words, for this projector to create a film, Li Banfeng would have to provide it with good footage. Whether it was approved would depend on the projector's requirements.

Li Banfeng had previously shot a lot of footage, totaling over a dozen hours.

He handed the film to the projector. The projector looked through each reel and sighed. "It's all boilerplate. I can only barely extract three minutes. This batch of material isn't excellent, so I'll need a thousand feet of film, Director Qi."

A thousand feet of film could record eleven minutes. Li Banfeng had blank film and gave the projector a roll. The projector accepted it, and its film compartment still had room.

To be honest, considering the combat power the projector provided, the cost it demanded was not high. It was a good magic treasure.

Li Banfeng looked at the projector with approval. From behind him came a voice of admiration: "My dear husband, this item is good. Keep it well; your humble servant will also have a use for it in the future."

Li Banfeng was pleasantly surprised. "My wife is awake!"

The projector looked at the phonograph and exclaimed, "The craftsmanship of the Amican Kingdom truly has a unique charm..."

Before it could finish speaking, a puff of steam almost blew up the projector.

The Tang saber reprimanded, "In front of the Mistress, you must know your manners. Follow me to the second room, and I will slowly teach you."

The projector slunk away. The phonograph said to the wine gourd, "Sister, please take them all to wait in the outer room. I have something to discuss with my husband."

Everyone followed the wine gourd out. The phonograph said to Li Banfeng, "Husband, your humble servant has regained strength. Today, I will take you to the sixth floor. Are you ready?"

Li Banfeng took off his top hat, tidied his hair, and reached into the phonograph's horn.

"Summer arrives, willow branches long,Embracing my good husband, Seventh Son,Kind-hearted and stout, he can withstand,And add another room for my husband."

This was Grandfather Train's train.

If my wife said to add a room, then a room would be added.

Clearly, his wife knew more about this train than he did.

But for now, his wife refused to say.

If she didn't speak, he wasn't in a hurry to ask. Now that the Portable Residence had changed, he wondered if his wife had noticed.

Twenty minutes later, Li Banfeng pulled himself out of the horn and asked his wife, "'Kind-hearted and stout,' does that mean I am honest and benevolent?"

"My dear husband, it doesn't necessarily mean thick in the middle; it could also mean thick on both sides. In short, it will make you a formidable person."

"A formidable person..." Li Banfeng couldn't quite grasp it.

"It means someone who can help you withstand a fatal blow."

Li Banfeng smiled. "Wife, how do I use this technique? Please teach me quickly; I'm in a hurry to go grocery shopping."

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