Five Elements Heaven

There is a little girl about the same age as me. Her needles are like a group of dancing silver fish, and the embroidered cloth is like the calm surface of a pond. The needles dance on the cloth with great flexibility and agility.

There is another person whose Yuan needle is like an arrow piercing the air, and even produces a whistling sound. The embroidered cloth in front of her seems to be woven with silver thread, and the whole body is bright. Voice.

There is also a middle-aged woman who is embroidering cloth next to a strange-shaped stove. Every time, the Yuan needle will fly past the flames of the stove, bringing up a flame and sinking into the embroidered cloth, leaving behind each golden mark. Point, it's really pretty.

Everything he saw today completely overturned his understanding 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, but she was unhappy when Ai Hui said this. She snorted coldly: "That's nonsense! How to exercise? Embroidery is just a piece of cake in your eyes." A way to exercise?"

The old man knew something was wrong as soon as he heard it, and his old friend was really angry. For a master who has devoted his whole life to embroidery, how can she not be angry when he says in front of her that embroidery is just an effective form of exercise?

Oh no, no, if I had known earlier, I would have told my apprentice the identity of my old friend. The old man winked at Ai Hui desperately.

Ai Hui looked at the teacher. The teacher was winking at him, but... what did it mean?

"Mingxiu." The old lady snorted coldly.

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

The little girls who were watching had been silent for a long time, and the old lady was angry. Some of the timid ones began to slip back.

The old lady said to Ai Hui with a frosty face: "You can't just enter my embroidery workshop if you want to. In ten days, as long as you can weave a piece of light yarn, you are qualified to enter."

There was a neat intake of breath from the other little girls around, and they looked at Ai Hui sympathetically. Ai Hui was so reluctant to even thread a needle, and he didn't even learn how to move the needle. How could he possibly complete such a difficult task as spinning?

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

"Yuqin!" The old man's face changed slightly and he said dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you making things difficult for him? How can he, a novice, weave a piece of cloth in ten days?"

"I have my rules." The old lady insisted without giving in. "If you are unhappy, take him away."

Ai Hui saw the teacher's face turn red and said quickly: "I am willing to accept the test."

The teacher would feel angry, but Ai Hui was not angry at all. A little test is nothing. In the wilderness, if you want to learn something, you don’t know how long it will take to ask people for it, and sometimes you have to exchange it for something.

No one is obligated to help you. You have to fight for everything yourself, water, food, money and sunshine.

The request made by the old lady is very normal. Compared with the barbaric Master Yuanxiu, this request is very friendly and does not cost money.

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

"yes."

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

Mingxiu had been observing Ai Hui just now, and saw that from the beginning to now, he had not shown any signs of panic and had been very calm. Of course she knew which of Ai Hui's words had offended the master, but at this time, she couldn't remind him.

She thought that when she demonstrated it later, she would demonstrate it more slowly.

In fact, she also knew that it was simply impossible for a novice to be able to spin cloth after just one look. Generally, apprentices cannot learn weaving until they enter the embroidery workshop for two years.

She admired Ai Hui's quiet temperament and his indifference to favors and humiliations. As for that sentence, she didn't find it offensive like the master did. Can a man really love embroidery? That's strange!

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

Mingxiu also had a headache. The master was angry, so he was naturally rude. When the anger subsided, I was afraid that I would regret it again if I thought of making Grandpa Wang angry, and I would sigh for a long time.

Ai Hui hurriedly returned the gift and said somewhat unaccustomedly: "I've met Senior Sister."

He felt like he was back in ancient times, even the names were so strange. The term "junior brother and senior sister" has long been out of fashion in the induction field. 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.

Ai Hui noticed this when he came in. The teacher was very familiar with the embroidery workshop and he should come here often.

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

"Double-flow weaving is a basic weaving method, used for spinning, and is mainly made of light yarn. Its characteristic is that the double needles are parallel and interlaced, and the threads go yin and yang. The so-called threads go yin and yang, which means longitudinal and It means horizontally and simultaneously.”

Mingxiu's voice is soft and pleasant. She speaks very slowly and tries to explain in simple words.

With her slender hands, the spindle on the embroidery frame not far away rotated rapidly, and two yarns flew straight in front of her. At some point, two Yuanli needles floated in front of her, and the yarn passed through the Yuanli needles with incomparable accuracy.

Ai Hui's eyes lit up when he saw it, this hand was really handsome. Compared to trying so hard to thread the needle just now, this move is many times better.

The Yuanli control is just right, the technique is skillful, and the vision is precise.

Such fine control would be terrifying if used in combat. Ai Hui's mind has already imagined several possible attack methods and battle scenarios, and the lethality is terrifying.

The threat is even greater if used in an attack in the dark.

"Double-flow weaving is the simplest weaving method. It requires controlling two Yuanli needles at the same time. The key to this weaving method is to coordinate the rhythm of the Yuanli needles. Junior brother, are you ready? I'm going to start the demonstration. It's a bit Please pay attention to the difficulty, junior brother."

"Sister, please wait a moment."

Ai Hui pointed to some swords piled in the yard waiting for ropes to be wrapped, and suddenly said, "Disciple, can I borrow a sword?"

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

An embroidery girl quickly took a handful and handed it to Ai Hui. Ai Hui saluted and thanked him, and took the sword. He did not take out the iron sword, but hung it with the sheath on his waist. Everyone looked at his inexplicable movements and couldn't figure out what he was doing. Even the old man was confused. Is there anything special about that sword? There's nothing special about this one.

Ai Hui held the scabbard with his left palm and held the hilt with his right hand.

The hilt of the sword was not wrapped with a rope and was cold to the hand, but it fit perfectly in Ai Hui's palm. The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, the world suddenly became quiet, and all distracting thoughts receded like the tide.

He raised his head, his reserved eyes as bright as stars.

"Sister, you can start now."