Mingxiu didn't know the silent sigh in Ai Hui's heart. Her beautiful eyes swept across the young man standing with his sword. The water was flying, the water waves were rippling, the needles were shining like shuttles, the spindles flew, and the gauze continued to grow in the air.

What a strange posture...

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

It is very imposing, and it makes people involuntarily think of ancient sword cultivators, which makes Mingxiu admire him.

The water sleeves danced in the sky, the needles flowed, and hissing sounds continued, as if dancing gracefully.

Old Man Wang stared at Ai Hui with a close look, his heart full of annoyance and worry. He felt that it was a mistake to come to the embroidery workshop today. The old woman was fucking at this time. There were many ways to practice, and there were no embroidery and other things. He was worried that Ai Hui would be able to make a comeback and would not be able to complete the setbacks at that time.

Ai Hui is too mature in doing things. He always acts like an experienced hunter in everything he does. After making plans, he slowly closes the net, and does not look like a young man at all. He is worried that Ai Hui is too restrained and lacks the enterprising spirit of young people.

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

He has taught in the induction field for many years and has seen all kinds of geniuses. He is all full of energy, but he is even more crazy than the most crazy.

This is the young people. Although they are not so experienced, they are full of imagination and are rarely bound by them. They dare to challenge authority and have many imaginative ideas.

Among young people, Ai Hui is really too alternative and eye-catching. Ai Hui is so mature that it is a bit dull, which always makes people unselfishly forget his age and are pride hidden deep in his heart. If such a dull personality is frustrated, it will be hit harder than ordinary peers.

This is what the old man is more worried about.

And he knew that the old woman was very cautious, so she might not like her then.

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

Where can I practice, the old man snorted coldly. Especially when he saw Mingxiu's outstanding level, he was even more upset. Old man Wang is definitely not a person with open mind. He was in a good mood and said nothing but compliment, but he was in a bad mood.

Did your apprentice actually practice swordsmanship?

The old man was a little surprised, and Ai Hui always kept giving him new surprises. Ai Hui's posture looked a bit strange, but it was not awkward at all, and it had an indescribable beauty. The old man was a person who knew about things. When he saw Ai Hui's posture, he knew that he must have practiced it, and it must have been a long time.

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

There is an advantage in the long sensing field time. If you see many kinds of monsters, you will be accustomed to it. The habits of cultivation are too strange. Some people have to be in a quiet state to enter into meditation. However, the more lively and crowded the place, the more concentrated the attention.

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

Failure is destined. No one can spin a piece of gauze within a week after the first contact with embroidery. Even Mingxiu, who was regarded as the successor of the old woman, could not do it.

I was so crazy that I was so stupid that I asked him to learn embroidery for no reason. The old man regretted it so much that his intestines were blue.

"How is it?" Mingxiu ended the demonstration, staring at Ai Hui with beautiful eyes, and asked in a warm voice: "What are the doubts about junior brother?"

Mingxiu took the initiative to add it before her master spoke. Although she felt it was useless, she still hoped to help Junior Brother Ai Hui a little.

The old lady glanced at Mingxiu and said nothing.

If the textile fabric is so easy to learn, there is no need for an embroidery workshop.

Seeing that his beloved disciple also secretly helped Ai Hui, the old lady was even more disliked when she saw Ai Hui. She had to take a sword when looking at embroidery, pretend to be sensational!

“No problem.”

Ai Hui's answer surprised Mingxiu, but then she felt relieved. I think Ai Hui already knew that this was an unsolvable problem. Mingxiu was older than Ai Hui, and not only did she not despise Ai Hui for this, but she admired her more. It was not a bad thing to retreat when she saw the difficulties. Instead, she kept showing off her strength, which was not done by a wise man.

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. Ai Hui was still Ai Hui, but for some reason, she felt completely different, as if she had changed her body. She didn't know how to describe this change. She was like facing a powerful sword cultivator, with a terrifying style and momentum. But Ai Hui's appearance did not change at this time, but the invisible momentum disappeared.

It's really strange.

This was the first time she had such a strange feeling, and it was twice in a day. She quickly laughed secretly. Could it be that she was too tired recently? She actually felt so nonsensical. She even had the temperament of a sword cultivator, as if she had seen a sword cultivator at some point.

No one else noticed Ai Hui's changes.

However, what Ai Hui said "no problem" also made everyone think that Ai Hui retreated because of the difficulties.

The moment Ai Hui's palm left the hilt, the world in front of him was restored to the past. The feeling of everything being mastered disappeared, his thinking became slow, and the six consciousnesses quickly returned to normal levels.

A strong impulse arose deep in his heart. Ai Hui felt extremely savored and obsessed with the feeling of the world just now, and his palm couldn't help but reach to the hilt of the sword.

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

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

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

During the period when he had just planted the seed of the sword fetus, Ai Hui almost never left his sword. The six senses brought by the sword fetus made him extremely obsessed. He was like he was addicted to the devil, and his palm refused to leave the hilt of the sword.

However, he soon encountered danger. He noticed the danger, but his body couldn't react. He watched him get stabbed by the fangs of the beast. Because he never let go of the hilt of the sword, his keen six consciousnesses magnified the pain caused by the injury many times.

It was an extremely profound and painful memory.

After that, Ai Hui realized that the sword fetus is not omnipotent. Too much reliance on the sword fetus, the illusion of feeling that everything is in control, will make him neglect to practice his body and the cultivation of Yuanli.

Without a strong, flexible body, deep energy, and the enhancement of the six consciousnesses, 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 get back? It may be a bit loss. Can senior sister let me bring more?"

Ai Hui asked a little embarrassedly.

Everyone thought they had heard it wrong, and for a moment, the embroidery workshop was silent.
Chapter completed!