There is a little girl who is about the same age as herself, her yuan needle is like a group of beating silverfish, and the embroidered cloth is like the calm lake surface of a pond.

There is another one, her Yuan needle, like an arrow breaking through the air, and even producing a whistling sound, the embroidered cloth in front of her seems to be woven of silver wire, the whole body is snowy, and the Yuan needle is pierced on it, making an aggressive sound similar to an empty head.

There is also a middle-aged woman, the embroidered cloth is set next to a strangely shaped stove, and the yuan needle will fly through the flames of the furnace every time, bringing up a puff of flames, and submerging into the embroidered cloth, leaving golden dots, which is very beautiful.

Everything he saw today completely subverted his perception of embroidery.

The old man was very satisfied with Ai Hui's answer, but the old lady beside him was not satisfied, the old man could say this, Ai Hui said that she was not happy to say this, and snorted coldly: "What nonsense! Embroidery is a kind of exercise in your eyes?"

The old man knew that it was bad when he heard it, and he was really angry when he looked good. For a master who has dedicated her life to embroidery, how can she not be angry when she says that embroidery is just an effective way to exercise in front of her?

Oh no, it's bad, I knew that I would tell the apprentice about the old man's identity first, and the old man tried his best to give Ai Hui a look.

Ai Hui looked at the teacher, who was frowning at him, but ...... What does it mean?

"Mingxiu. The old lady snorted coldly.

A gentle and bright woman walked out: "Master!"

The little girl who was watching had long been silent, and the old lady was angry. Some of the faint of heart began to slip backwards.

The old lady said to Ai Hui with a frosty face: "My embroidery workshop is not something that you can enter if you want to. Ten days, as long as you can weave a light yarn, you are eligible to come in. ”

The other little girls around them let out neat inhales, and they looked at Ai Hui with sympathy. Ai Hui is so reluctant to even thread a needle, and he has not learned how to transport a needle, how can it be completed with such a high difficulty as spinning?

From the reactions around him, Ai Hui also knew that spinning was definitely not an easy job to complete. He knew that he must have said the wrong thing just now, annoying the owner of the embroidery workshop. But he didn't panic too much, and it was useless to panic.

"Yuqin!" the old man's face changed slightly, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you embarrassed for him? He is a novice, how can he weave a piece of cloth in ten days?"

"I have my rules. The old lady insisted, without backing down: "If you are not happy, take him away." ”

Ai Hui saw that the teacher's face was flushed, and hurriedly said, "I am willing to accept the test." ”

The teacher would feel angry, but Ai Hui was not angry at all. What is a little test, in the wilderness, I want to learn something, I don't know how long I ask for people, and sometimes I have to change things.

No one is obligated to help you, everything needs to be fought for by yourself, water, food, money and sunshine.

The old lady's request is normal, compared to the wild Lord Yuan Xiu, such a request is very friendly, and it doesn't cost money.

The old lady was a little surprised by Ai Hui's attitude, but she still had a cold face: "Mingxiu, show him the double-flow weaving method." ”

"Yes. ”

Mingxiu smiled and saluted Ai Hui: "I've seen my junior brother!"

Mingxiu had been observing Ai Hui just now, and saw that he had not shown any panic from the beginning to the present, and had been very calm. Of course, she knew which sentence Ai Hui had annoyed the master, but at this time, she couldn't remind her.

She thought that when she would do the demo, she would do it more slowly.

In fact, she also knows that for a novice, it is impossible to spin cloth after reading it once. Spinning is generally not learned until two years after the apprentice has entered the embroidery workshop.

Ai Hui's temperament is quiet and unfazed, which makes her quite admired. As for that sentence, she didn't find it offended like her master. How strange would a man really love embroidery?

The master actually knew it in his heart, but when he heard that sentence, he still couldn't restrain his anger.

Mingxiu also had a headache, and the master was angry, so he was naturally unceremonious. When the gas is smooth, I think of making Grandpa Wang angry, but I am afraid that I will regret it in my heart, and I sigh for a long time when the time comes.

Ai Hui hurriedly returned the salute, a little unaccustomed to saying, "I've seen Senior Sister." ”

He felt like he had gone back to ancient times, and even the names were so strange. The induction field has long been unpopular to call the younger brother and sister, it seems that the embroidery workshop is a more traditional place, Ai Hui thought. Moreover, from the title, it can also be seen that the relationship between the teacher and the owner of the embroidery workshop is unusual.

From the time he came in, Ai Hui was aware of this, the teacher was very familiar with the embroidery workshop, and should have come often.

Ai Hui has a very poor understanding of women, he doesn't know how to describe Senior Sister Mingxiu, but he thinks Senior Sister Mingxiu is very beautiful, very comfortable, and has a very friendly and friendly attitude.

"The double-flow weaving method is a basic weaving method used for spinning fabrics, mainly light yarn. It is characterized by the parallel of double needles, staggered and intertwined, and the threads go yin and yang. The so-called line walks yin and yang, which means that the vertical and horizontal are parallel at the same time. ”

Mingxiu's voice is soft and waxy, very good, her speed of speech is very slow, and she tries to explain in simple words.

The yarn spindle on the embroidery stand not far away rotated rapidly, and two yarns flew straight in front of her, and at some point, two Yuanli needles floated in front of her, and the yarn passed through the Yuanli needle with great precision.

Seeing Ai Hui's eyes lit up, this hand was really handsome. Compared with the effort I made to thread the needle and thread just now, I don't know how many times more clever this hand is.

The control of Yuan Li is just right, the technique is skillful, and the gaze is precise.

With such fine control, it would be terrible if it were used in combat. Ai Hui's mind had already thought of several possible attack methods and battle scenarios, and the lethality was terrifying.

If used for attacks in the dark, the threat is even greater.

"The double-flow weaving method is the simplest weaving method, which requires the simultaneous control of two Yuan Li needles, and the key to this weaving method is to make the rhythm of the Yuan Li needle of the root coordinated. Are you ready? I'm going to start the demonstration, it's a bit difficult, please pay attention. ”

"Senior sister, please wait a moment. ”

Ai Hui pointed to some swords stacked in the courtyard that were waiting to be wound around the ropes, and suddenly said, "Can the disciple borrow a sword?"

Mingxiu glanced at the old lady, the old lady didn't know what Ai Hui was going to do, but at this time, her anger subsided slightly, and she snorted coldly: "Give it to him." ”

An embroidery girl hurriedly took a handful and handed it to Ai Hui. Ai Hui saluted and thanked him, and took the sword, he did not draw the iron sword, but hung it on his waist with the sheath. Everyone looked at his inexplicable movements, and couldn't figure out what he was doing. Even the old man was confused, was there anything special about that sword?

Ai Hui's left palm pressed the scabbard, and his right hand held the hilt.

The hilt of the sword is not wrapped around the rope, and it is cold and cold, but Ai Hui's palm fits perfectly. The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, the world suddenly became quiet, and all distracting thoughts receded like a tide.

He looked up, his restrained eyes as bright as stars.

"Senior sister, you can start. ”