Ai Hui's demeanor, Mingxiu couldn't understand, but she could see that Ai Hui seemed to be a little sure.

And......

At the moment when Ai Hui held the sword just now, she had an illusion that Ai Hui's temperament seemed to have changed somewhat. She couldn't describe what kind of temperament it was, and even when she looked closely, she felt that it was her own delusion.

Ai Hui in front of him didn't move.

"Then I'll get started. ”

As soon as Mingxiu's words fell, the Yuanli needle that had stopped in front of her moved, and two cold lights flashed in the air, and then the cold light was like weaving, and the yarn spindles on the embroidery frame turned quickly.

Mingxiu's Yuanli needle unexpectedly conjured up a light like flowing water, and the thin light yarn slowly grew and lengthened in mid-air, and the sound of hissing yarn rubbing was endless.

"Senior Sister Mingxiu is so amazing!"

"It's so fast! How can the Shuangliu weaving method have such a speed? Oh my God, I don't even have half the speed of Senior Sister Mingxiu!"

"Look, Shuangliu, there are water ripples in both horizontal and vertical directions, amazing!"

"Sure enough, it's Senior Sister, Senior Sister will definitely become Master Mingxiu in the future!"

......

The embroidery girls who watched around were amazed, they learned and touched embroidery every day, and they knew more than ordinary people. It is precisely because they know more that they are so amazed, because they know how difficult it is to do this.

When the old lady saw Mingxiu's performance, she couldn't help but show a look of relief. Although there are many embroidery girls in the embroidery workshop, only Mingxiu has the ability to inherit her mantle. The double-flow weaving method is a basic weaving method, which is not difficult, but it is also very difficult to practice to the point of reaching the peak.

Unlike the old lady's relief, the old man's mood was very nervous.

In the hissing sound and discussion, Ai Hui, who pressed the scabbard with his left hand and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, had an extremely strange posture, he was motionless like a sculpture, but his eyes were extremely bright, staring closely at the ripples of water in front of Mingxiu.

The moment Ai Hui touched the hilt of the sword, he sensed that the sword fetal seed was different from before.

The previous sword fetus loomed, and although he could feel the existence of the sword fetal seed, it was difficult to describe it accurately. But this time, he "saw" the sword fetus seed, which was a tiny blue sword ray.

Very, very small, so small that it could not be called a sword, but Ai Hui's mind was attracted to it in an instant. Its blue is the same as the crimson blue of centering, and it is so lonely and proud in the chaos of its own eyebrows.

The long sword in his hand is like a part of his body. This feeling has been felt before, but not as strongly as this time. Ai Hui could even feel his thoughts, as if they were all extending along the long sword.

His mind stretched along the long sword and looked at Mingxiu.

In Ai Hui's eyes, the needles like ripples of water seemed to slow down, and he could clearly see the trajectory of the Yuan needle, how the Yuan needles were interspersed with each other, how the threads were intertwined, and even the air flow driven by the Yuan Needle, which could stabilize the yarn. The needles trembled slightly in the air, creating a suction force between them, which was a small vortex of air that kept the right distance between the two.

It's amazing!

Ai Hui watched quietly, he knew that it was not that the Yuan Needle was slow, but that his insight had become faster. He admired the beautiful picture, and the picture in front of him was really full of beauty.

Senior Sister Mingxiu seemed to be just controlling the Yuan Needle, but in fact, the muscles in her whole body were not relaxed, nor were they tight, but in between. Her outstretched arms help her stabilize her body's center of gravity at the most golden cutting point.

It is a picture of strength and beauty.

The Yuan Force is a trickle of water flowing on this picture scroll, they are as stable as a rotating spindle, and the uniform Yuan Force full of rhythm maintains the high-speed operation of the Yuan Needle.

Ai Hui learned a lot of things, such as controlling the Yuan Needle's Yuan Force must be uniform, as long as this is the case, the speed of the Yuan Needle can be increased.

But such a change was not enough to surprise Ai Hui. Although it is now more intuitive and clear than before, he can see it before.

What really surprised him was what he saw this time that he couldn't understand.

He saw a faint mist swirling around Senior Sister Mingxiu's body, and he didn't know what it was. It will constantly change shapes, sometimes like a soft band of light, sometimes like mist, sometimes it will be one piece, like flying scales.

And in the water ripples rippled by Mingxiu's senior sister Yuan's needle, faint points of light flickered and flickered, like stars scattered in the pool.

These are all new to this time, and they have never appeared before.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ai Hui didn't know what these things were.

The sword fetal seed absorbed the centering crimson blue and mutated. Why does it absorb Centering Crimson? Ai Hui still hasn't figured it out. He didn't find the answer in the sword canon, many materials in ancient times were completely different from now, and the title and nature had changed drastically.

Centering crimson is something new, and it was not available in the era of cultivation. There must have been something similar in that era, but Ai Hui didn't know what it was.

The sword fetal seed cultivation method was incomplete, and most of it was completed by himself, so what would happen, he had no bottom in his heart.

Fortunately, looking at it now, the sword fetal seed inadvertently absorbed the centering crimson blue, and instead grew a lot. Ai Hui guessed that the centering crimson blue must contain some kind of substance that could help the cultivation of the sword fetal seed.

It's a pity that he didn't have a center on Crimson, and he couldn't even afford the cheapest, otherwise he could study what kind of materials were needed for the cultivation of sword fetal seeds.

Such a thought flashed through Ai Hui's mind, and it disappeared immediately like a small candle in the wind.

Centering crimson, eighty million!

Although Ai Hui was shocked by the change in the sword fetus, as long as he thought that this was a change of 80 million, the shock in his heart disappeared.

If it is to cultivate Yuan Force, what kind of changes can 80 million be exchanged for?

Ai Hui didn't know if he could spend 80 million on the materials he used up in his lifelong cultivation, at least he could cultivate to the real Yuan Cultivation, Ai Hui thought.

In the eyes of the budget-conscious Ai Hui, the sword fetus is high input and low output, but the cultivation of Yuan Li is high input and high output.

What to choose, naturally at a glance.

Ai Hui is not interested in the sword fetus, no matter how unique this thing is, he is a down-to-earth person, and his dream is to become a registered Yuan Xiu.

His gaze was fixed on Mingxiu and he didn't take his eyes off at all.

Mingxiu's speed was slowing down rapidly, and Ai Hui knew that this was deliberately done by the other party to help him understand.

thanked the other party for his kindness, but the picture of tension and beauty in his eyes just now became relaxed, and there was no longer the previous artistic conception.

A silent sigh sounded in my heart.