In the Blade

Have you tried turning flower rope?

Just flip the coil around, that's what most people think.

This is indeed the most common way to play. Two people turn the rope loops in each other's hands into their own hands to connect the rope loops into more complex patterns. Then the other person continues to turn the rope loops, and so on... until someone The rope loop itself could no longer be turned, and the contest was decided.

However, what if the turning rope is made more difficult?

Turn a narrow rope loop into an extremely long one.

Even the connected patterns were pulled and tightened, turning into dense cloth...

“This is how you learn to weave.”

This is what the old eunuch told Du Chengfeng when he proposed to learn how to turn the pattern rope.

"If you want to learn how to weave threads, you must first understand the threads... tumbled rope is the easiest way. As long as you play more, you will know how to make the threads connect with each other."

This proposal indeed made Du Chengfeng extremely satisfied. After all, for a novice like him, if he wants to learn a skill, the most important thing is never how to memorize it by rote, but to maintain the fun of learning - -If he went directly to the weavers to learn seriously, he might not be able to resist it for a day and would become autistic. But if he changes to the patterned rope, he won't get tired of playing with it for a month.

Getting started with newbies is a very skillful thing. If it can be done well, it can save people a lot of detours.

But it is a pity that Jiang Wenyuan did not hear these words.

When Jiang Wenyuan saw the so-called flower rope, there was already a tablecloth in front of him. The tablecloth was filled with teapots and teacups, and the tea in the cups was even steaming.

Yes, he knew what a real tumbled rope looked like, but so what?

The tumbler rope he understood was as small as an ant or a flea compared to this level!

"This is the master's trick rope."

At that moment, Jiang Wenyuan realized this fact very clearly.

In the following time, Jiang Wenyuan tried very hard not to think about it. On the one hand, it was because he noticed the abnormal fluctuations, and on the other hand, it was also because things of this level were indeed not something he should touch - but this This kind of thing, the more you think about it, the more those pictures will appear in your mind.

Just like the classic saying "Don't think about the elephant", the more you force yourself not to think about it, the clearer the elephant in your mind will become.

The elephant became bigger and bigger. Jiang Wenyuan could even feel the hot breath breathed out by the elephant, and the solid and powerful trunk was wrapped around his arm.

So, if it’s just a patterned rope, there shouldn’t be any problem, right?

It can be said to be an occupational disease, or it can be said to be a personal preference. Jiang Wenyuan, who was born as a head catcher, actually has a hard time resisting this type of "pulling off silk and peeling off cocoons" - although the silk is replaced by thread and the cocoon is replaced by cloth, generally speaking , it’s not much different.

What's more, it's just turning over the rope, just taking the rope apart. Is this really difficult?

"It's so difficult!"

As soon as he tried it, Jiang Wenyuan already had the idea of ​​giving up.

It is simply not something that humans can do to take a piece of dense cloth back to its thread form - and this is even a relatively easy version, it just takes the cloth apart into threads instead of connecting them end to end. coil, the difficulty has been reduced countless times.

But even if this kind of dismantling was reduced in difficulty, he couldn't do it at all.

The autism lasted for three days and three nights. Jiang Wenyuan didn't know where to start. At this time, he seemed to have returned to Yizhou, and returned to the sharpness and insight he once had when he was still a head catcher. The power returned to him again - but it was of no use at all. Even when he was in the best condition, he couldn't solve this kind of thing.

"Can't I even do a flower-turning rope?"

Jiang Wenyuan was so angry when he realized that he was incompetent. He swung the iron ruler and smashed it on the cloth in front of him.

The heavy iron ruler had no sharp edge, but it still made a hole in the cloth.

It was at that time that Jiang Wenyuan saw the thread.

"Always have to... keep doing it."

After sitting facing the thread for another day and night, Jiang Wenyuan finally stood up.

Just like what he said, he has to keep going. He can't stop because of this small failure, and he won't ruin his state because of this little thing... Just take your time, Shan Isn’t it the same with Bing?

It was obvious that his old friend didn't know how to cook before, but after he went out for a while, his cooking skills were already comparable to those of restaurant chefs.

"Try again."

Some crazy thoughts began to occupy his mind.

"Try again, try again, try again..."

While thinking this, Jiang Wenyuan began to dismantle the cloth in front of him.

And facts have proven that he is indeed talented.

When removing the first thread, Jiang Wenyuan spent half an hour. In order to ensure that the thread would not be broken during the process of being pulled out, Jiang Wenyuan was so careful - but when pulling out the second thread By that time, Jiang Wenyuan's time had been shortened to two quarters of an hour, followed by a quarter of an hour, half a quarter of an hour...

As he became more proficient in extraction, Jiang Wenyuan's consciousness even became blurred. The task that was originally almost impossible in his eyes gradually became instinctive in his hands. He didn't even need to think or observe. Your hands will find the thread on their own and start moving on their own.

Until, it's daylight.

Looking at the piles of threads around him and the empty table that should have been a piece of cloth, Jiang Wenyuan finally lost consciousness and fainted.

It was at that time that he fully understood the mystery of the flower rope.

"That's something that only the top crocheters can practice. I've only learned half of it now."

While casually blocking the evil spirits of those prairie knights with one hand, Jiang Wenyuan turned back and spoke to Shan Bing.

"Do you know what is the most important thing about turning the flower rope?"

"...Have you got arms?"

Shan Bing, whose chest collapsed, was speechless. He didn't know why Jiang Wenyuan said this at this time.

And what about the tumbler rope... Yes, he has also seen the so-called expert tumbler rope, and then what? Didn’t the seemingly powerful Master Du still not come out of the city to fight?

Just learning how to play with balls of thread is like those palace maids learning embroidery. How can such a coquettish posture be worthy of the force?

"...The key is not to have long arms."

Facing Shan Bing's obviously emotional answer, Jiang Wenyuan couldn't help but choke.

"Even if you don't have hands, as long as your feet are nimble enough, you can still turn the flower rope... Even if your hands and feet are cut off, as long as your body can still move, as long as you can still use your teeth to bite, you can still do it. Keep turning the flower rope."

"..."

Shan Bing stopped talking completely this time. He just felt that there was something wrong with Jiang Wenyuan's mind.

But immediately, Jiang Wenyuan's words made him frown.

"The limbs are never necessary. They are just external appearances. I care about the limbs themselves. It can only be said that the root of the flower rope has not been touched yet."

Saying this, Jiang Wenyuan once again waved the iron ruler against the evil wind in front of him.

"The secret of tumbled rope lies in deconstruction."

Buzz——

The bloody wind that was originally strong enough to split even the city gates suddenly lost its strength after being struck by the iron ruler.

Although the strong wind still made Shan Bing's hair stand up, compared to the strong wind that could crush even a person whole, this force was like a breeze blowing on his face.

"this……"

It was at this time that Shan Bing realized what had just happened in front of him.

"The evil spirit...has been removed?"

Shan Bing was stunned.

Yes, although the eyes cannot see it, once you start to focus on sensing the evil spirit itself, you can clearly feel that the bloody evil energy intertwined together is like a real vicious attack. Under Jiang Wenyuan's iron ruler, It melted like ice and snow - like a whole piece of ice that was broken into pieces of snowflakes. Although it still brought chills, it no longer had the ability to smash people's heads and blood.

How on earth... was this done?

Is this really something a human can do?

"It's actually very easy. After all, their method of weaving evil spirits is too crude."

Jiang Wenyuan himself shook his head.

It was indeed too rough, and it couldn't even be considered weaving. Not to mention the exquisite weaving in the palace, even the linen among the people couldn't compare - it was simply twisting the complicated evil spirits into one piece, and then Throw the whole thing out.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is already a display of evil spirit by Gao Ming. Even Jiang Wenyuan would have thought this was a very powerful performance in the past.

But looking at it now...

"Too weak."

Jiang Wenyuan just raised the iron ruler and stood a little farther away. A knight who was riding a horse in mid-air and whipping his whip stumbled on the spot.

Sending the evil force under the horse's hooves, so that the horse can fly into the air... This technique may be interesting, but can this technique really be considered brilliant?

"It's far from it, it's really far from it."

Jiang Wenyuan shook his head repeatedly.

Indeed, he really couldn't do it head-on with those solid evil spirits. His meager evil spirits and strength were a bit too much to look at in front of those fierce prairie horsemen who were as fierce as tigers and wolves - but he didn't need to When facing a head-on confrontation, he only needs to dismantle the evil energy and let those forces flow into the void and dissipate between heaven and earth.

So, the problem is here too.

Now that he can even deconstruct evil spirits...

So, can people be deconstructed?

"open."

Following Tie Chi's instructions, an oncoming prairie cavalry general fell to the ground with both men and horses, turning into pieces of corpses on the ground.

"Open, open, open."

The iron ruler clicked three more times, and three more prairie knights turned into corpses all over the ground.

Other prairie knights also gradually discovered the movement here, and some of the closest prairie knights had already come to kill them - but Jiang Wenyuan didn't have the slightest fear on his face. He just pointed at them one by one with an iron ruler. All the grassland cavalry generals died on the spot, even without their whole bodies.

Such terrifying strength made Shan Bing on the side dumbfounded. The scene of corpses everywhere was so shocking that Shan Bing even forgot the fact that he was seriously injured.

How is this done?

If Jiang Wenyuan used any moves or showed any skills, then he could understand it. After all, those in themselves meant an increase in combat effectiveness - but now Jiang Wenyuan clearly didn't do anything, he just pointed with an iron ruler. After a few words and a few words, those grassland cavalrymen who had been arrogant just now died all over the place...

How is this kind of thing done?

Could it be that this is some kind of spell...

"puff--"

After all, excessive thinking is not something that a seriously injured person can do, especially Shan Bing, who is already seriously injured and on the verge of death. His thinking just now made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, Jiang Wenyuan scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I've only learned half of the technique of turning the rope... Deconstruction is something I'm good at, but I haven't studied reconstruction, so I really can't do anything about your current injury... "

Saying this, Jiang Wenyuan directly lifted Shan Bing up.

"But don't worry, as long as you can hold on, you won't die... Master Du's research on the flower rope is much deeper than mine. He must understand the principle of reconstruction. As long as you can survive, go back……"

"Don't worry, I won't die."

After coughing out a few mouthfuls of blood clots, Shan Bing managed a smile.

"Have you forgotten? Before, when we just brought that monster back... At that time, hadn't we been reconstructed? We couldn't even commit suicide... We couldn't even die. How could we die here? "

"Will you wait a moment?"

At this moment, Jiang Wenyuan and Shan Bing looked at each other almost at the same time.

"Did you just say, reconstruct?"

Jiang Wenyuan's pupils shrank.

Maybe this is not a question that needs to be asked. He already has the answer in his mind - the technology that makes them unable to survive or die, the power that is comparable to the gods... Now think about it, this is actually important. Structure?

Deconstruct people and re-weave connections to reveal new patterns and new looks...

Isn't this the fundamental principle behind the flower-turning rope?

"Could it be said that Huang Tian also mastered this technique!"

Shan Bing raised his head subconsciously.

In the distant sky, there is a throne hanging high in the sky.

But immediately, Shan Bing turned to look at Jiang Wenyuan next to him.

Yes, what if Huang Tian knew this technique? Even his good brother Jiang Wenyuan, who is on the same level as him, has...

"The beating was too ugly."

A voice fell from high in the sky.

"If this is all you do, then just stop being human."

As the words fell, one after another roars echoed through the sky.

An update has arrived. I got confused playing the Phantom Beast Pallu with my friends. Today is also a day of health care. Let’s all go to bed early.

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I quickly went on to catch up on my sleep. Good night everyone.