As the last voice in her head fell, Miao Miao finally opened her eyes slowly.

The corners of the eyes are moist.

It turned out that this was just the mark left by Grandpa with spiritual power.

Her grandfather really wanted to find medicine for her.

Fate will see you again, where the hell is he now?

Embroidery Embroidery ......

Now she finally understands why her grandfather supported her so strongly to learn embroidery when she was a child, and when she chose a major, he also interfered with her to choose an embroidery major.

Grandpa, don't worry, I won't let you down.

At this point, she put away her thoughts and looked at the quaint lacquer box.

I saw that in the box, there was a dark yellow book, the book cover was a little rough, and it looked a little similar to the bark of a tree.

Miao Miao picked up the book and reached out to open it.

At this moment, a white mist suddenly appeared in front of him. Immediately afterwards, a small white ball that looked soft jumped out excitedly.

"Hello master, I'm finally out."

Hearing this voice, Miao Miao was so frightened that she almost fell off her chair.

His eyes were full of horror.

I saw that the little white ball in front of her was only the size of a fist, and two round black eyes were staring at her.

"You, who are you?"

"Master, I'm Xiaoling! You don't remember me? Xiao Baituan suddenly pouted, looking aggrieved.

Seeing it like this, Miao Miao's heart was filled with a trace of unbearability: "That, what is Xiaoling?" ”

"Master, I'm your cute little sweetheart baby!"

Hearing this, Miao Miao couldn't help but have a black line on her face.

Cute is quite cute, but this little sweetheart ......

"Where are you from?" Miao Miao asked.

"I am your loyal retinue, I am from the distant Tianshan Mountains, it was many, many years ago, a thunder split the sky, dark clouds were thick, under the nourishment of the two treasures of the Holy Spirit Jade and the Embroidered Spirit Technique, I was born, I am not a cloud,"

The little white group chattered endlessly, and Miao Miao's face was a little darker.

She didn't care about it anymore and looked at the book in her hand.

In the eye, there are a few vigorous letters: embroidery techniques.

Next to these words, there are also two lines of small print.

The skill of embroidering the spirit is different from the spirit martial arts. The spirit of embroidery, the protector of the Lord for life.

Lifelong Patron?

Miao Miao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help muttering: "What does this mean?" Protect me? ”

Then she looked at the two little dragonflies resting on the box, protecting herself? Isn't that a bit funny?

"Oh yes, protect you, so you'll be very powerful!" Miao Miao was thinking about it, and Xiao Baituan's voice suddenly sounded.

She glanced at it, and saw that it was pillowing two clouds of white mist, as if two small hands were dragging its cheeks, looking at herself.

"Finished introducing yourself?" Miao Miao asked.

"You ignore people." Xiao Baituan puffed out his cheeks dissatisfied.

Miao Miao was a little speechless for a while, she looked at Xiao Baituan and teased: "Then tell me, how did I become very powerful?" ”

"You can see if you look down, and you have to work this."

Miao Miao smiled lightly and looked at the book in her hand again.

This page is a painting, a white mandala flower. The mandala in the picture looks fresh and gorgeous, and it is very beautiful, which makes people can't help but shine.

But when she saw the small words written next to it, Miao Miao was stunned.

First-level embroidered spirit mandala flower, skill: anesthesia, damage intensity equivalent to that of a junior martial artist.

This......

"This painting can have the attack power of a junior martial artist?" Miao Miao muttered in disbelief.

"No, master." Xiao Baituan immediately retorted: "You have to embroider this picture first, and then the embroidered spirit of the mandala will be as powerful as a junior spirit martial artist!" ”

After it finished speaking, Miao Miao's face showed a deep shock.

Embroidered spirit, attack power equivalent to spirit warrior?

This is what Grandpa said about the method of embroidering spiritual objects?

No wonder he was so excited, this kind of cultivation was too strong!

Embroidery, for her, is not a difficult thing.

Miao Miao's face showed a hint of joy, she looked down page by page, her eyes gradually widened, full of surprise.

The content that follows is undoubtedly a sketch.

As the difficulty of the sketch became more and more difficult, the embroidery spirit became more and more powerful. The damage intensity can be comparable to that of a martial artist, a martial artist, or even a martial saint!

It's horrible!

This book has a total of thirteen pages, and each of the first twelve pages of each sketch, the degree of damage of its embroidered spirit, is from the junior martial artist, intermediate martial artist, senior martial artist to martial master, and then to the martial honor, martial saint, corresponding to each other.

But the last page is a blank page.

There is no drawing, only a line of small words: embroidery technique, endless end. Immortality, against the sky.

Miao Miao frowned: This is a concluding remark?

She flipped through it again, and when she looked at the drawings, her blood couldn't help but boil.

At this time, she couldn't wait to embroider all these drawings immediately. The last gluttonous picture, that is the embroidered spirit that can be compared to the high-level martial saint powerhouse.

If such a powerful embroidery spirit was by her side, who else did she have to fear?

However, Miao Miao knows very well that with her current level of embroidery, it is impossible to embroider such a complex pattern.

However, if it is difficult, it will start with the simple.

Miao Miao couldn't wait to find the silk satin, picked up the paintbrush, and meticulously sketched the mandala flower on the silk. Then find out the various colors of silk thread, put on the embroidery frame, sit there and start to embroider.

At this time, she clearly felt the aura in her body begin to flow. Moreover, the embroidery of this sketch is obviously more difficult than the usual ordinary sketches.

Every stitch and thread seems to drain all your strength.

But the more this happened, the more curious Miao Miao wanted to finish it quickly.

In the past two days, the school has started to register for classes. After Miao Miao asked the counselor for leave, she concentrated on embroidering mandalas in the dormitory.

Usually, except for eating, drinking, and Lazar, she has never left this embroidery frame, and she has almost reached the realm of selflessness.

Fortunately, on the third day of this mandala flower that was not very large and sleepless, it was finally completed.

After the last thread was embroidered, a white light suddenly appeared on the embroidery piece, and then a white mandala bloomed in front of his eyes.

Rich floral fragrance comes to the nose.

"Congratulations to the master for becoming a first-class embroiderer."

At this time, the glutinous voice of the little white ball sounded in Miao Miao's ears.

Looking at the mandala embroidered spirit in front of her, she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.

"Master, don't look at it, put it away." Xiao Baituan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Ah, how?"

"Reach out."

Miao Miao opened her palm according to Xiao Baituan's reminder, and the mandala embroidery spirit was immediately sucked in.

"Master, I'm also going to rest, I've been with you for so many days, I'm so tired." Xiao Baituan yawned: "Don't call me if it's okay." ”

Miao Miao still wanted to ask something, but the little white group had already turned into a wisp of white gas and burrowed into the spiritual aperture.

She looked at the palm of her hand with a confused expression, and couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart.

It wasn't until her phone rang that she came to her senses.

When I took it and looked at it, my eyes were slightly gloomy.

It's Yan's father.

What was he calling for?