Ai Hui was still immersed in his own soreness. The last time he was so miserable was in the wilderness. At that time, the team encountered an attack and he got separated from the team. With his strength at that time, being alone in the wilderness would only be a dead end. His only choice at that time was to wait in place, because it was also a supply point for the team to return.

In order to get back to the team, his whole body was covered in mud, and he lay in the mud, motionless.

Well, last time it was three days and three nights.

In the middle of the night after three days and three nights, only sweat was left in my body...

Ai Hui wiped his sweat silently, but soon the pain began to subside. His eyes flashed with joy, confirming some of his thoughts.

"Advisor, you just used the sword technique, right?" the old man asked curiously: "Why did you think of using the sword technique? What's the point?"

Han Yuqin and Mingxiu's eyes turned around unintentionally, and they were also full of curiosity.

"Yes, teacher, this is the sword technique." Ai Hui has become accustomed to the old man's questioning like a cannon. When everyone discusses these days, the old man has exposed this characteristic more than once.

Ai Hui organized some language and began to explain his thoughts: "When I was discussing with the teacher a few days ago, the disciple suddenly thought that the mug rubber silk needs to be infused with Yuanli... This process is very similar to the sword stabbing out. However, this sword is Yuanli, and it stabbing out very slowly and at a constant speed."

The old man said to himself: "It makes some sense."

Ai Hui continued, "Disciple was wondering whether there were such slow swords in the past? How did they control the speed of the sword drawing? The disciple recalled the sword script he had read and found that there was indeed a slow sword."

"Slow sword? What's the use of slow sword?" Han Yuqin blurted out, her face full of confusion.

Nowadays, all the moves are pursuing fast, which is easy to understand, but only fast is not broken. I have never heard of any moves or inheritance, but the pursuit of slowness.

"To be precise, the so-called slow sword pursues not slowness, but unfast. Haste means not reaching, and what they pursue is unfast, so that they can reach better." When Ai Hui talked about swords, he was like a different person, talking freely: "So this slowness is relative, not absolute. Just like a storm, their sword moves are like wind, constantly gathering to form a storm. No matter how fast the wind is, its power cannot be compared with the storm. Is the faster the wind, the more conducive it is to form a storm? No, if you want to form a storm, you need a specific wind, not the faster the better."

The benefits of discussing with the teacher have allowed Ai Hui to explain some of his own views more and more easily.

Mingxiu's beautiful eyes flashed: "I understand. The slow sword that junior brother said is very similar to drawing mud rubber silk. Although drawing mud rubber silk requires very slow energy, in fact, it is not the pursuit of slower the better. What is more important is uniform infusion. The reason why silk extraction emphasizes slowness is because it is easier to control even infusion of virility. How does junior brother solve the problem of uniform speed?"

Wang Shouchuan and Han Yuqin both nodded.

"Sister Sister is so smart!" Ai Hui praised. At this time, he was like a dazzling light emitting all over his body, which made people unable to look at it. His introverted eyes were like stars at night: "I have referenced many similar sword scriptures and discovered a very strange phenomenon. Almost all such slow swords used spirals. The inspiration they received was mostly like storms and vortexes. Later I found that when the Yuanli advances in the form of a spiral, it cannot make its speed faster, but instead it will lose part of the speed. However, its stability will be much stronger, and the Yuanli will be more concentrated and will not dissipate."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and there was silence in the workshop.

After a while, Ai Hui felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but break the silence: "Am I wrong?"

Han Yuqin suddenly asked: "Are these all you thought of?"

"Yes." Ai Hui felt a little embarrassed: "Disciples are all thinking about it."

Han Yuqin ignored him and turned his face to shout at the old man: "He is an embroidery genius! We cannot bury his talent!"

"He is a genius in cultivation!" the old man corrected.

Before, Wang Shouchuan felt sorry for his disciples starting late. But at this time, he was only grateful that if Ai Hui had really been involved in practicing since childhood and had been familiar with the Five Palaces and Eight Palaces since childhood, would he still have such a completely different idea than the current mainstream?

Ai Hui's will and diligence gave him a strong body, and these unrestrained thoughts gave him a pair of wings.

Wang Shouchuan doesn’t know how great Ai Hui’s future achievements will be.

He seemed to see a majestic back as if he were mountains and rivers, covering the future sky.

"Yes, embroidery can also be practiced and fight!"

"The Grand Master of Embroidery, only ten combat powers?"

"Wang Shouchuan! What do you mean? Do you want to fight, do you? I'll give you one hand!"

"It's boring for you like this. Look at the younger generation who are watching us jokes. If you want to beat me, I will finish discussing with Ai Hui first. I still have a few doubts..."

Looking at the two people who were blushing with their quarrels, Ai Hui was a little stunned. He asked with some uncertainty: "That... I have a problem."

The two of them immediately stopped and turned their faces to look at Ai Hui.

Ai Hui raised the murky silk on his hand and asked weakly: "Can this be sold for money?"

"Sell money?" the two of them spoke in unison.

Ai Hui widened his eyes: "You won't be lying to me if you said you could sell 200,000 yuan!"

“…”

The two couldn't continue arguing.

Ai Hui finally got 100,000 yuan, which was his salary. After all, the materials and venues were all from the embroidery workshop. Ai Hui was extremely happy, 100,000 yuan, and earned 100,000 yuan in three days and three nights! Although it was a little hard work, for him, this was not a small amount of money. And he was sure that he could draw longer silk next time.

Most importantly, he finally has a stable source of income.

He asked his master's wife if it was a skill to draw silk.

It seemed that the master's wife's face was not very good at that time, but she still nodded reluctantly. Then the master's wife also told him that if she was pulling silk into the embroidery, she could only be considered as the corners, not the grand road.

Ai Hui, regardless of whether it is a grand road or not, as long as he can make money. In the future, he conquers the 50-meter dusk silk, hum, throws out two silks to buy the noodle girl, and asks her to learn how to make noodles from the noodle shop owner, and prepare ten bowls of noodles for himself a day.

Let Loulan make soup every day and eat various Yuan foods.

The saliva stayed like this, and Ai Hui was immediately excited. Otherwise, he would spend some money today and let Loulan make soup?

This idea made Ai Hui speed up immediately.

At the entrance of the alley, he suddenly stopped and looked at the figure at the entrance of the alley with some surprise.

Hey, isn’t this a classmate in the evening?

Haha! If there is a road in heaven, you don’t go, and if there is no door to hell, you come to the door!

Ai Hui's face turned cold and murderous.

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Chapter completed!