The fog in the workshop was steaming, and Ai Hui was wearing a bandage. He was concentrating on his movements. His movements were so slow that it was so slow that the naked eye could not detect. But his body was extremely coordinated, like a mummy sculpture full of strength and beauty.

The thin silk as thin as hair wrapped around his fingertips, and the other end was sank into the hot pan.

Behind Ai Hui, a piece of finished silk was dragged, but the fog was steaming, and the old man couldn't see clearly, but from those circles, the length was not low at all.

The old man's eyes alone can see more than three meters.

The old man swallowed his saliva, his heart even more itchy, and he lowered his voice and asked, "How long has it been?"

"I don't know." Han Yuqin didn't even look at him, and her eyes didn't leave Ai Hui for a moment, and there was a sense of fanaticism in her eyes.

Embroidery genius!

Now whoever wants to tell her that Ai Hui is not an embroidery genius, she will definitely not say anything and use the word "master" to smash his face with blood! The old man dares to yell at her!

How difficult is the mug rubber silk? Even Han Yuqin himself is not willing to do it, and it is time-consuming and thankless. Ai Hui, a novice who has just opened his natal Yuan Mansion, can draw out such a long silk. Isn’t this a genius?

The double-flow weaving method and dusk glue silk are not something that a newcomer who has just opened his natal energy.

The reason why Han Yuqin asked Ai Hui to try to peel off the cocoon and pull the silk was just to use this as a way of cultivation. He never expected that Ai Hui could really pull out valuable Mugu silk.

But Ai Hui did it.

She didn't know how Ai Hui did it, just like the last time the double-flow weaving method.

Okay, I'd better look at the old man. The old man is not very good in other aspects, so he has a good attitude towards accepting his apprentice! I have to think about how to pry Ai Hui over from the old man's hand. This is not a time to talk about the relationship between husband and wife. You can't waste this kid's talent.

The old man was a little bit hard to deal with. At worst, he could cry and make a fuss. He could not escape his Wuzhishan. This kid Ai Hui was a little difficult to deal with.

Trouble, hum, it’s still the old man’s fault! I accept an apprentice and a boy who is so difficult to deal with! There is no good thing for this old man and a young man!

The old man didn't notice that his wife looked at him in a wrong way. He suddenly thought that Ai Hui hadn't appeared in the past few days. He reacted with a look of surprise: "He has been here these days?"

"Where aren't here? You don't like me now?" The old lady narrowed her eyes and was ready to start digging a hole.

The old man had such rich experience in fighting. He quickly praised him: "How could it be? You are a Feng Shui treasure land, otherwise how could this kid make such rapid progress? This is all your credit!"

The old lady saw that the old man was not fooled and said unwillingly: "I think Xiaohui is very interested in embroidery, otherwise she would not be able to stay."

The old man cried in his heart and said with a generous look on his face: "It depends entirely on his own interests. Embroidery is so good and profitable. It's a good business. Look at how much I supported you back then."

After these words, the old lady could only stare at her.

Wang Shouchuan was proud of his discussions with Ai Hui during this period. He had already seen that Ai Hui was an absolute practical faction. The reason why Ai Hui was interested in the theory of cultivation was not that he liked the Yuanli theory, but that he believed that understanding the principle would be more helpful to cultivation. As long as he understood the principle, Ai Hui's most common idea was often how to use this characteristic in battle.

This kid is amazingly realistic.

Wang Shouchuan saw it thoroughly. Ai Hui learned Yuanli and practiced, all of which were centered on one theme, that is, how to win in battle.

To be honest, for Wang Shouchuan, who is more idealistic, he does not like his disciples to learn too much. But when he thinks of Ai Hui's experience, he can only sigh.

So he was very sure that Ai Hui would not regard embroidery as his career. Ai Hui could learn embroidery to make money, to enrich himself, and to make excellent equipment to learn embroidery, but he would never regard embroidery as his life like his wife.

Wang Shouchuan knew this very well, so he didn't care about his wife's little thoughts at all.

Suddenly, Wang Shouchuan noticed Ai Hui's posture and suddenly asked: "He has always been in this posture?"

Ai Hui's posture is very strange. His left leg is in front and his right leg is in the back, forming a lunge. He clenched his left fist with his left hand and placed it on his waist, stretched his right arm, and his index finger and middle finger are parallel to his fingers like a sword.

Wang Shouchuan was the master and had a deep knowledge. He recognized Ai Hui's hand as a sword technique at a glance.

Sword Technique is a common gesture used by ancient sword cultivators. Now there are no sword cultivators, so they rarely see them. Nowadays, Yuan Cultivators also use swords and have sword techniques, but they are completely different from the ones used by ancient sword cultivators.

"I haven't moved." Han Yuqin noticed that Ai Hui's posture was a little special, and couldn't help but ask: "Is there any explanation for this posture?"

The five palaces and eight palaces are less than a thousand years old, and embroidery has been around for a shorter time. As for peeling the cocoon and drawing silk, it is even more unpopular. There is no more mature skills, and everyone is all varied.

But Han Yuqin knew her old man very well. The old man must have seen something. She was quite convinced of the old man's knowledge. She was accidentally deceived by his small shining point back then. She was young and ignorant.

"Sword Technique." The old man explained: "The sword cultivator used to pinch the magic trick in his hands when he activated the spiritual sword."

Han Yuqin was stunned for a moment. She never thought that it was such an ancient and remote thing as the sword technique.

"The sword technique is still useful now?"

"It's useless in other people's hands, but it's not necessarily useless in this kid's hands." The old man's tone was indescribable.

Mingxiu, who was beside him, suddenly spoke: "Master, uncle, junior brother is over!"

The two of them looked at each other quickly and saw Ai Hui in the workshop, standing up and rubbing their shoulders.

A group of people rushed in.

The door of the workshop was suddenly pushed open, and Ai Hui, who was moving his limbs, was startled. Seeing the person clearly, he quickly shouted: "Teacher, Master's wife, Senior Sister Mingxiu."

After maintaining the same position for several days, Ai Hui felt an indescribable soreness in his whole body. It was really hard to make money from mug silk. Think about those guys who have been pulling silk for dozens of days, how sore should they be?

The old man looked admiring: "It's not bad, it's made great progress."

Han Yuqin picked up the mug-glue silk and shook it gently. Her eyes were extremely accurate, and she immediately concluded: "It's a little over ten meters."

Ai Hui suddenly felt excited. Ten meters of dusk glue silk was worth 200,000 yuan, but he remembered it clearly.

A trace of surprise flashed in Mingxiu's eyes: "This speed is a bit wrong. My junior brother pulled out ten meters of dusk glue silk for three days and three nights."

Han Yuqin was reminded and reacted that drawing ten meters out of three days and three nights means that more than three meters of dusk silk need to be drawn every day. Several Yuan Xiu, who had business dealings in Han Yuqin, had the fastest speed of drawing dusk silk, was only two meters a day, one night.

If Ai Hui’s data is true, it means that the efficiency will increase by more than 50%, which is quite remarkable for any industry!

Embroidery genius!

These four words seemed to float in front of Han Yuqin's eyes, but they were still golden.

The light she looked at Ai Hui suddenly became extremely hot.

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Chapter completed!