Mingxiu didn't know the silent sigh in Ai Hui's heart, her beautiful eyes swept over the young man standing by the sword, the water show was flying, the water was rippling, the needles were like shuttles, the yarn spindles were flying, and gauze was constantly growing in the air.

What a strange pose......

Mingxiu thought to himself, but he was wondering if the sword could help him? He seemed to be very quiet, without making a sound, like a quiet sculpture. In this frightening glance, the eyes that were as bright as unsheathed swords gave the sculpture its only aura, like a twinkling star embedded in the dome of the deep black Endless Void.

It's very imposing, it makes people involuntarily think of ancient sword cultivation, and Mingxiu admires it in his heart.

The water sleeves dance in the air, the needles flow, and the hissing sound is endless, as if dancing.

Old man Wang's gaze was firmly fixed on Ai Hui, his heart full of chagrin and worry. He felt that it was a mistake to come to the embroidery workshop today, and the old woman had a convulsion at this time. There are many ways to cultivate, there is no embroidery and there are others, he is worried that Ai Hui will not be able to complete the frustration when the time comes.

Ai Hui is too mature in doing things, and he does everything like a seasoned hunter, planning and then moving, slowly closing the net, not like a young man at all. He was worried that Ai Hui was too introverted and lacked the enterprising energy of young people.

Think about himself, how young and arrogant he was when he was young?

He has been teaching in the induction field for many years, and he has seen all kinds of geniuses, all of them are high-spirited, only the crazier is not the wildest.

These are young people, although they are not so sophisticated, but they are full of imagination, they are rarely constrained, they dare to challenge authority, and they have a lot of wild ideas.

Among young people, Ai Hui's is too alternative and eye-catching. Ai Hui is so mature that he is a little dull, always making people involuntarily forget his age, and his pride is hidden deep in his heart. Such a stuffy character, if it is frustrated, it will be hit deeper than the average peer.

This is what the old man is more worried about.

And he knew that the old woman was very careful, and he didn't know how she would not be treated when the time came.

finally had a baby apprentice, and he didn't want Ai Hui to be wronged.

Where can you not cultivate, the old man snorted coldly in his heart. Especially when he saw the excellent level shown by Mingxiu, he was even more unhappy. Old man Wang is definitely not an open-minded person, he is in a good mood and compliments are nothing, but he is in a bad mood.

The apprentice actually practiced swordsmanship?

The old man was a little surprised, and Ai Hui always gave him new surprises. Ai Hui's posture looks a little strange, but it is not awkward at all, and there is an indescribable beauty. The old man is a person who knows the goods, and when he sees Ai Hui's posture, he knows that he must have practiced, and it must have been for a short time.

It seems that when the apprentice holds the sword, his attention is more concentrated.

There is an advantage to being in the induction field for a long time, and when you see more freaks, you will not be surprised. The habits of cultivation are much stranger. Some people have to be in a quiet state to be able to settle down. And the more lively and crowded some people are, the more focused their attention is.

It seems that Ai Hui attaches great importance to this matter, and the old man is even more worried, and the more he pays attention to it, the greater the blow he will receive.

Failure is already doomed, no one can spin a piece of gauze in a week at the first contact with embroidery, not even Mingxiu, who is regarded by the old woman as the heir to the mantle.

He is really brain-pumping, nothing to let him learn embroidery? The old man regretted that his intestines were blue.

"How is it?" Mingxiu finished the demonstration, looked at Ai Hui with beautiful eyes, and asked softly, "What doubts do you have about junior brother?"

Mingxiu took the initiative to add it before Master Mingxiu opened his mouth, although she felt that it was useless, but she still hoped to help Senior Brother Ai Hui a little.

The old lady glanced at Mingxiu and didn't say anything.

If spinning is so easy to learn, then there is no need for an embroidery workshop.

Seeing that her most beloved disciple also secretly helped Ai Hui, the old lady looked at Ai Hui even more unpleasantly, and she had to take a sword to see an embroidery, pretending to be grandiose and grandstanding!

"Nothing was a problem. ”

Ai Hui's answer surprised Mingxiu a little, but then he was relieved, thinking that Ai Hui already knew that this was an unsolvable problem. Mingxiu is older than Ai Hui, not only did he not despise Ai Hui because of this, but appreciated it even more. It's not a bad thing to retreat in the face of difficulties, but blindly being reckless, not the work of a wise man.

Ai Hui's palm released the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, Mingxiu's gaze turned to Ai Hui, and a strange feeling rose in his heart. Ai Hui in front of her is still Ai Hui, but I don't know why, it feels completely different to her, it's like a different person. She didn't know how to describe this change, just now she was like facing a powerful sword cultivator, with a terrifying demeanor and momentum. But at this time, Ai Hui's appearance has not changed at all, but the invisible momentum has disappeared.

It's weird.

It was the first time she had encountered such a strange feeling, and twice in a day. She quickly laughed to herself, could it be that she had been too tired lately? Even the temperament of sword cultivation came out, as if he had seen sword cultivation when he had seen it.

None of the others noticed the change in Ai Hui.

But Ai Hui's "no problem" also made everyone think that Ai Hui was retreating from the difficulty.

The moment Ai Hui's palm left the hilt of the sword, the world in front of him was restored to its original state. The feeling that everything was under control disappeared, the mind became sluggish, and the six senses quickly returned to their normal level.

A strong impulse arose in his heart, Ai Hui was extremely reminiscent and infatuated with the feeling of the world just now, and his palm couldn't help but reach for the hilt of the sword.

But at the moment when his palm was about to touch the hilt of the sword, Ai Hui suddenly woke up.

The palm of the hand was jerked back, as if the hilt of the sword was poisonous.

The impulse that had just risen was suppressed by him, and he secretly reminded himself in his heart.

During the time when he had just planted the sword fetus seed, Ai Hui was almost inseparable from his sword. The sharpness of the six senses brought by the sword fetus made him extremely infatuated, and he was like a demon addicted, and his palm refused to leave the hilt of the sword.

Soon he was in danger, however, and he sensed it, but his body could not react, and he watched as he was stabbed by the fangs of the beast. Since he never let go of the hilt of his sword, his keen six senses magnified the pain caused by the injury many times.

It was a painful memory.

After that time, Ai Hui realized that the sword fetus was not omnipotent. Relying too much on the sword fetus, the illusion that everything is under control, will make you neglect the cultivation of the body and the cultivation of the Yuan Force.

Without a strong, flexible body, profound Yuan Force, and the enhancement of the Six Senses, the effect is very limited.

"That, senior sister, how long is a piece of cloth? How many spindles do I need? How many spindles do I have to take back? There may be some wear and tear, can I bring a little more?"

Ai Hui asked a little embarrassed.

Everyone thought that their ears were wrong, and for a while the embroidery workshop was silent.