Five Elements Heaven

Ai Hui was still immersed in his own pain. The last time he was so miserable was back in the wilderness. The team at that time was attacked and he got separated from the team. With his strength at the time, being alone in the wilderness would only lead to death. His only choice at that time was to wait where he was, because that was also the supply point for the team on their way back.

In order to survive the team's return, he covered his body with mud and lay motionless in the mud.

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

In the middle of the night for three days and three nights, there was only sweat left on my body...

Ai Hui wiped his sweat silently, but the soreness soon began to subside, and his eyes flashed with joy, confirming some of the thoughts in his mind.

"Apprentice, did you use sword tactics just now?" The old man asked curiously: "How did you come up with the idea of ​​using sword tactics? What's the point?"

Han Yuqin and Mingxiu turned their eyes involuntarily, and they were also full of curiosity.

"Yes, teacher, this is a sword technique." Ai Hui was used to the old man's barrage of questions. When everyone was discussing these days, the old man had exposed this characteristic more than once.

Ai Hui organized his words and began to explain his thoughts: "While discussing with the teacher a few days ago, the disciple suddenly thought that mujiao silk needs to be infused with Yuanli... This process is very similar to thrusting out with a sword. However, this The sword is Yuanli, and it thrusts out very slowly and evenly."

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

Ai Hui continued: "The disciple was wondering, did the sword cultivators in the past have such slow swords? How did they control the speed of the sword? The disciple was recalling the sword manuals he had read, and found that there was indeed a slow sword. .”

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

The current moves are all about pursuing speed, which is easy to understand, as long as it is fast, it cannot be broken. I have never heard of any moves or inheritances that pursue slowness.

"To be precise, what the so-called slow sword pursues is not slowness, but lack of speed. Haste makes waste. What they pursue is speed, so that they can reach it better." When Ai Hui talked about the sword, he was like It was another person who was talking freely: "So this slowness is relative, not absolute. It's like a storm. Their sword moves are like wind, constantly gathering to form a storm. The wind's No matter how fast the speed is, the power cannot be compared with the storm. Is the faster the wind, the more conducive to the formation of a storm? No, to form a storm, you need a specific wind, not faster, the better."

The benefit of discussing with the teacher made Ai Hui more and more able to explain some of his views in simple and profound terms.

Mingxiu's beautiful eyes flashed: "I understand. The slow sword mentioned by junior brother is very similar to extracting mujiao silk. Although extracting mujiao silk requires Yuanli very slowly, in fact, it is not the pursuit of slower, the better. What’s more important is uniform perfusion. The reason why we emphasize slow spinning is just because it is easier to control the even perfusion of Yuanli. How does junior brother solve the problem of uniform speed?"

Wang Shouchuan and Han Yuqin both nodded in agreement.

"Senior sister is so smart!" Ai Hui praised. At this time, he seemed to be emitting a dazzling light that made it impossible to stare at him. His restrained green eyes were like the stars at night: "I have referred to many similar sword canons. , discovered a very strange phenomenon. Almost all such slow swords use spirals. Most of the inspirations they received were storms, such as whirlpools. Later I discovered that when Yuanli moves forward in a spiral, and You cannot make it faster, otherwise it will lose part of its speed. But its stability will be much stronger, and its energy will be more concentrated and will not dissipate."

Everyone was stunned, and there was silence in the workshop.

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

Han Yuqin suddenly asked: "Did you think of all these yourself?"

"Yes." Ai Hui said a little embarrassedly, "Disciples are just thinking nonsense."

Han Yuqin ignored him and turned to the old man and shouted: "He is an embroidery genius! We can't bury his talent!"

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

Previously, Wang Shouchuan had always felt sorry for his disciple's late start. But at this time, he could only feel lucky. If Ai Hui had really been exposed to cultivation since he was a child and was familiar with the Five Palaces and Eight Palaces since he was a child, would he still have such wild and unconstrained ideas that are completely different from the current mainstream?

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

Wang Shouchuan didn't know how big Ai Hui's achievements would be in the future.

He seemed to see a towering figure like a mountain, covering the sky of the future.

"Yes, you can also practice embroidery, and you can also fight!"

"The great master of embroidery, but his combat strength is less than ten?"

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

"It's boring for you to be like this. Look at the juniors who are all laughing at us. If you want to beat me up, wait until I finish discussing it with Ai Hui first. I still have some doubts..."

Looking at the two people who were quarreling with red faces, Ai Hui was a little dumbfounded. He asked with some uncertainty: "Well... I have a question."

The two people stopped immediately and turned to look at Ai Hui.

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

"Selling money?" The two said in unison.

Ai Hui's eyes widened: "You didn't lie to me when you said it could be sold for 200,000 yuan!"

"..."

The two immediately couldn't argue anymore.

What Ai Hui finally got was one hundred thousand, counting his wages. After all, the materials and the venue all belonged to the embroidery workshop. Ai Hui was extremely happy, 100,000 yuan, 100,000 yuan in three days and three nights! Although it was a bit hard work, it was not small money for him. And he was confident that he could extract longer silk next time.

The most important thing is that he finally has a stable source of income.

He then asked his wife if silk drawing was a craft.

It seemed that the master's wife didn't look too good at that time, but she still nodded reluctantly. Then the mistress also told him that if the silk is drawn into the embroidery, it can only be regarded as a corner, not a majestic one.

Ai Hui doesn't care if it's a grand road or not, as long as he can make money. When I conquer fifty meters of mujiao silk later, I hum, throw out two silks and buy the noodle shop girl, let her learn how to make noodles from the noodle shop owner, and make ten bowls of noodles for me a day.

Loulan is asked to make soup and various kinds of food every day.

The saliva just stayed there, and Ai Hui suddenly felt anxious. How about spending more money today and letting Loulan cook the soup?

This thought made Ai Hui immediately speed up his pace.

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 my classmate in the evening?

hehe! If there is a road to heaven, you don’t take it; if there is no door to hell, you come to it!

Ai Hui's face turned cold and filled with murderous intent.

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