Five Elements Heaven

Mingxiu didn't know the silent sigh in Ai Hui's heart. Her beautiful eyes swept over the young man standing with his sword, the water was flying, the water was rippled, the needles were shining like shuttles, the gauze spindles were flying, and gauze was growing in the air continuously.

What a strange posture...

Mingxiu thought to himself, but he was wondering if the sword could help him? He looked very quiet, without making any sound, like a quiet sculpture. In this startling glance, those eyes, as bright as an unsheathed sword, gave the sculpture the only aura of light, like twinkling stars embedded in the deep black endless void dome.

It was very impressive, making people involuntarily think of ancient sword cultivators, and Mingxiu admired it in his heart.

The water sleeves are dancing in the air, the needle light is flowing, and the hissing sound is endless, as if dancing gracefully.

Old Man Wang's eyes were fixed on Ai Hui, his heart filled with annoyance and worry. He felt that it was a mistake to come to the embroidery workshop today because the old woman had a convulsion at this time. There are many ways to practice, including embroidery and others. He is worried that Ai Hui will be too boastful and will be frustrated when the time comes.

Ai Hui is too mature in what he does. He acts like a seasoned hunter, making decisions and then closing the net slowly. He is not like a young man at all. He was worried that Ai Hui was too reserved and lacked the enterprising spirit of a young man.

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

He has been teaching in the induction field for many years and has seen all kinds of geniuses, all of whom are high-spirited, only crazier but not the craziest.

These are young people. Although they are not so sophisticated, they are full of imagination, have few constraints, dare to challenge authority, and have many unconstrained ideas.

Among young people, Ai Hui's personality is too unusual and eye-catching. Ai Hui is so mature that he is a bit dull. People always forget his age involuntarily, and his pride is hidden deep in his heart. If someone with such a dull personality is frustrated, the blow will be deeper than that of ordinary people of the same age.

This is what the old man is more worried about.

And he knew that the old woman was very narrow-minded, and he might not want to see her when the time came.

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

Where can't you practice? The old man snorted in his heart. Especially when he saw the outstanding level shown by Mingxiu, he was even more unhappy. Old Man Wang is definitely not an open-minded person. If he is in a good mood, a few compliments are fine, but if he is in a bad mood, hehe.

The apprentice actually practiced swordsmanship?

The old man was a little surprised. Ai Hui always gave him new surprises. Ai Hui's posture may look a little strange, but it's not awkward at all, and it has an indescribable sense of beauty. The old man knew his stuff. One look at Ai Hui's posture and he knew that he must have practiced it for a long time.

It seems that the apprentice is more focused when holding the sword.

One advantage of being in the induction field for a long time is that once you see a lot of all kinds of freaks, you won't be surprised anymore. There are many strange habits in cultivation. Some people have to be in a quiet state before they can enter concentration. And some people are more focused when they are in a lively and crowded place.

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

Failure is doomed. No one can spin a piece of gauze within a week when they first come into contact with embroidery. Even Mingxiu, who is regarded by the old woman as the heir, cannot do it.

I am really out of my mind, why should I ask him to learn embroidery if I have nothing to do? The old man was so regretful that his intestines were blue.

"How was it?" Mingxiu finished the demonstration, looked at Ai Hui with her beautiful eyes, and asked warmly: "Junior brother, do you have any doubts?"

Mingxiu took the initiative to add it before her master said anything. Although she felt it was of no use, she still hoped to help Junior Ai Hui.

The old lady glanced at Mingxiu and said nothing more.

If spinning was so easy to learn, there would be no need for an embroidery workshop.

Seeing that her most beloved disciple was secretly helping Ai Hui, the old lady was even more displeased with Ai Hui. She would even hold a sword while looking at embroidery, showing off and trying to please others!

"no problem."

Ai Hui's answer surprised Mingxiu, but he was relieved immediately. After all, Ai Hui already knew that this was an impossible problem. Mingxiu was older than Ai Hui, so instead of despising Ai Hui, she actually appreciated him more. It is not a bad thing to retreat when faced with difficulties, but it is not the behavior of a wise man to blindly show off one's strength.

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

At this moment, Mingxiu's eyes turned to Ai Hui, and a strange feeling arose in her heart. The Ai Hui in front of her was still Ai Hui, but for some reason, it gave her a completely different feeling, as if she was a different person. She didn't know how to describe this change. Just now she was like facing a powerful sword cultivator, with an intimidating style and momentum. But at this time, Ai Hui's appearance had not changed at all, but the invisible aura had disappeared.

How strange.

This was the first time she had experienced such a strange feeling, and it was twice in one day. She quickly burst into laughter secretly. Could it be that she was too tired recently? He actually feels so senseless. Even the temperament of the sword cultivator came out, as if he had seen the sword cultivator before.

No one else noticed Ai Hui's change.

But Ai Hui's "no problem" made everyone think that Ai Hui was giving up.

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

A strong impulse arose deep in his heart. Ai Hui was extremely recollected and obsessed with the feeling of the world just now. He couldn't help but stretch his hand to the hilt of the sword.

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

The palm of his hand suddenly retracted, as if the hilt of the sword was poisonous.

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

During the time when he had just planted the seeds of the sword embryo, Ai Hui almost never left his hand with the sword. The sharpness of the six senses brought about by the sword fetus made him extremely fascinated. He seemed to be possessed by a demon and was addicted. His palm refused to leave the hilt of the sword.

However, he soon encountered danger. He sensed the danger, but his body was unable to react. He watched helplessly as he was stabbed by the fangs of the beast. Because he never let go of the hilt of the sword, his keen six senses magnified the pain caused by the injury many times.

It was an extremely profound and painful memory.

After that time, Ai Hui realized that the sword fetus was not omnipotent. Over-reliance on the sword embryo and the illusion that everything is under control will make you neglect the cultivation of your body and your Yuanli.

Without a strong and flexible body, deep Yuanli, and the enhancement of the six senses, the effect is very limited.

"Well, senior sister, how long is a piece of cloth? How many spindles are needed? How many spindles do I need to take back? There may be some loss. Senior sister, can I bring more?"

Ai Hui asked a little embarrassedly.

Everyone thought their ears had heard it wrong, and for a while the embroidery workshop was silent.