The black ink cloud silk exudes a delicate and deep texture. Ai Hui tried to pull it, but it couldn't be pulled.

He put Mo Yunsi on the iron felt and took out the Longzhu sword. The sword light flashed, and the iron felt was divided into two, but Mo Yunsi was safe and sound.

"Ai Hui, very successful!"

Loulan's excitement.

"Well, half of it." Ai Hui put Mo Yunsi in front of his eyes and looked at it. There was no trace on it, and it was intact. He couldn't help but smile on his face.

Loulan's eyes widened: "Ai Hui is so amazing. No one has ever used the star Shen Mo Cloud to pull the silk threads. This is an amazing invention."

"Oh oh oh, is that so awesome?"

"Of course, Ai Hui! Loulan has never seen any similar records in the book."

"It's so amazing, how much should I sell to be worthy of its value?"

"Do you want to sell Ai Hui? Don't you want to use it yourself?" Loulan asked with confusion with wide eyes.

"Oh, I mean in the future." Ai Hui closed his eyes and looked intoxicated: "You must have an amazing price..."

Loulan glanced at the crucible and interrupted Ai Hui's imagination: "Ai Hui, Bu Ai Zhu is about to be out of the pot."

Ai Hui quickly came to his senses.

Loulan took out the bamboo from the crucible.

The twelve bamboos are not filled with countless small honeycomb holes, and the color has changed from cast iron black to grayish-white.

Loulan picked up a Buazhu with his left hand, clenched his fist with his right hand, and held it on the other end of Buazhu with his right hand.

Hiss, Loulan's right fist turned into high-speed quicksand, wrapped around Buazhu. Countless high-speed quicksand was like high-speed rotating sand wheels, polishing Buazhu.

Sizzle!

The sharp polishing sound resounded throughout the workshop and sparks flew everywhere.

Loulan lowered her head, looked focused, and the light in her eyes flashed rhythmically. His movements were very stable and orderly.

A thin silver bamboo appeared in Loulan's hand.

The silver bamboo is a circle smaller than before, only the thickness of the finger. It weighs only one-third of the previous one, but is six times stronger than before, and can withstand amazing strength. Moreover, its toughness has been greatly improved, and it can even be bent into a bow and arrow, which is really difficult to associate with the slightest bamboo that was unable to be bent at all.

Ai Hui also started working.

The black ink cloud silk began to weave along the slender silver bamboo.

Ai Hui's movements are very skillful, and there is no sign of awkwardness, as if he has done it many times. Ai Hui has indeed done it many times, and the current plan is the product that he and Loulan have repeatedly discussed and discussed it many times. Compared with the previous material processing, the subsequent weaving plan is the simplest, because it can be practiced and simulated in advance.

Ai Hui has simulated it many times, and is confident.

Buazhu, who successfully "lossed weight", took shape from Loulan's hands, fell into Ai Hui's hands, and then quickly disappeared into the black ink cloud silk.

Once it started, the laughter on Ai Hui's face disappeared, his expression was focused, and his eyes were shining.

After completing the twelve bamboo-polished Loulans, they began to appreciate Ai Hui's craftsmanship. The ink cloud silks shuttled and jumped between the bamboos, with their unique rhythm and beauty, which was amazing.

Embroidery is a skill that has a profound influence on Ai Hui.

Ai Hui is not a real embroiderer, but the skills and principles of embroidery have become fertile soil, providing Ai Hui with a steady stream of nutrients.

A huge black wing gradually took shape in front of Ai Hui.

Even if it has not been completed, it has shown a unique temperament and brilliance. Unlike the elegant and light nature of ordinary cloud wings, it is so deep and heavy, and full of power, just like the devil's wings from hell.

Ai Hui is so awesome!

Loulan's eyes were full of admiration and admiration. The cloud wings that Ai Hui practiced were purchased directly from the market. Ningcheng is the Yinwuhai city closest to Caiyun Township, and it is very convenient to buy cloud wings.

Ai Hui tried several types of cloud wings, but was not very satisfied. He finally decided to make cloud wings by himself.

Loulan and Ai Hui began to learn the principle of making cloud wings together, but Loulan never expected that Ai Hui would choose Xingchen Mo Yun.

The star Chen Moyun, known as the least suitable for making cloud wings, is so consistent in Ai Hui's conception of being imaginative.

The twelve bamboos, under the weaving of the ink cloud silk, are like black bone wings, spreading with a wingspan of more than six meters. At this time, the cloud wings look like black bat wings, exuding a ferocious and murderous aura.

Ai Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed a look of fatigue.

He worked four hours in a row before he completed the weaving. This was the speed he had practiced more than twenty times in advance before he had achieved.

"The skeleton is finally completed!"

Ai Hui stretched his waist and exhausted the energy in his body.

Loulan gave the Yuan food soup that had been prepared long ago, and Ai Hui slapped his mouth. Then he wiped his mouth with unfulfilled pleasure and turned his face to admire his masterpiece.

Loulan sincerely exclaimed: "It's so beautiful, Ai Hui!"

Ai Hui also thinks it is very beautiful.

The cloud wings are spread out, and the twelve slender bamboos are like wing bones. The translucent black veil surface can be seen. If you look closely, you can see many very complex and delicate patterns. Some patterns even need to be seen from a specific angle. These patterns embroidered with embroidery techniques are not decorative patterns, but patterns that can help the flow of energy.

Ai Hui named it Yuanwen, which originated from the "city-based fabric" plan designed by his teacher Wang Shouchuan for Matsuma City.

In the teacher's plan, there are a large number of fine lines used to guide and drain Yuanli. Ai Hui remembers every detail of the teacher's plan very clearly. He has been thinking and comprehending for three years, and Loulan is helping to verify it, which has gained a lot.

In the best-selling [See later], Ai Hui also used similar techniques, using gem silk to weave into special patterns, which can significantly improve the power of the arrow.

Ai Hui knew that there were spiritual patterns in the era of cultivation, and the divine cultivation had divine patterns, so he simply called this pattern "yuan pattern".

He knew that the originals of the teacher's plan, including the structural diagram of the nine golden needles, were sent to the Presbyterian Church.

I felt that the energy in my body had recovered to a certain extent, and the horizon had begun to become a little brighter. Before I knew it, they were busy all night.

Ai Hui said proudly: "Loulan, are the gems and silk ready? Let's finish it in one breath!"

"It's ready, Ai Hui!" Loulan took out a small box filled with gems and silk.

The gem silk looks like glass silk, but the luster is even more dazzling and charming. The gem silk in the box is all three inches long.

Gem silk is the main material of Ai Hui [See later]. It is the silk spit out by gem silkworms. Gem silkworms are a very ugly silkworm. They are gray-white all over and have countless tiny black spots. However, the cocoons they make are extremely beautiful, like gems, hence the name.

The gem silk cocoon is very hard. After the silk is hardened, it continues to crystallize, thus forming a gem-like luster and hardness. The gem silk cocoon needs to melt into juice, and re-crystallize it to form gem silk through silk drawing. This also makes the gem silk generally very short in length, and the longest will not exceed half a meter.

The next steps need to be completed together by Ai Hui and Loulan.

The gem cocoons and the ink cloud silk were weaving together, and both of them were very skilled. Soon, there were a black leaf on their hands.

The leaves are about three inches long and are as narrow as swords. The cocoons with slightly higher hardness become the veins of the leaves, and the dark and deep ink cloud silk forms the leaves. Even between these three inches, fine patterns can be seen.

The two of them did not pause at all, but continued to weave.

Time keeps passing, and the number of black leaves continues to increase, and finally freeze at 360 pieces, which is an auspicious number.

The black leaves began to hang translucent cloud wings. As the leaves continued to fill, the cloud wings quickly changed again. As the leaves continued to decrease, the cloud wings became more and more plump.

"Finish!"

Ai Hui and Loulan clapped their high fives.

The two couldn't help but appreciate their meticulous works.

The black veils with prominent joints before gave people a sense of danger, but now they have to become much softer. The dense black leaves are like feathers, so the cloud wings look more like ordinary black wings. The luster of gems and silk also adds a bright color to the depth of the star-dragon ink clouds, making them more exquisite.

"So beautiful, Ai Hui!" Loulan exclaimed.

Ai Hui was also full of emotion: "Yes, Yunyi is so good, I don't know what price it is for if it is sold?"

"Ai Hui is not planning to try it?"

"I want to sleep!" Ai Hui stretched, yawned, and his eyes were blurred: "Let's talk about it when I wake up. Loulan, no matter what happens, don't wake me up."

"No problem, Ai Hui." Loulan said with a light tone.

When the sunlight rose, the quiet Ningcheng began to become lively. The gangs of chambers of commerce opened the doors and cleaned the roads in front of their chambers of commerce. The crowds in the streets were increasing. Bulk carts that had already prepared goods rose up in the air. They formed a huge convoy and began to travel far.

Huaijun looked up at the densely packed baggage vine carts, which were a little fresh. Yincheng was more prosperous than Ningcheng, but Yincheng was too huge and exquisite, and it exuded a breath of luxury everywhere. In contrast, Ningcheng, which is much simpler, is more vibrant.

She was a little lucky to come to Ningcheng.

Su Qingye has long been used to such a scene: "Today is not a weekend, otherwise there will be more rattan cars."

Huaijun withdrew his gaze: "Have your master got up at this time?"

"Of course!" Su Qingye glanced at his aunt: "Ningcheng has even gotten up at this time."

My father said this was his aunt. Su Qingye felt uncomfortable with such an aunt who was about the same age as him. However, his aunt's strong strength made him swallow his anger.

However, last night, Aunt Huaijun praised his Sha Ou for his good self-sacrificing skills, and his father was very pleased. In addition, the Sha Ou was destroyed by his aunt, so his father finally agreed to buy him a new Sha Ou.

Early this morning, my aunt said she wanted to visit her Master.

Huaijun could hear the dissatisfaction in Su Qingye's tone, but he didn't care. The topic changed: "Qingye, what kind of person is your master?"

When he mentioned the Master, Su Qingye suddenly became excited. He began to brag about the Master's power, what is the king of novice and the swordsmanship that is unparalleled.
Chapter completed!