The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 225: Refining needles into swords! Can this flying needle catch up with a bullet?

Shen Le retracted his hand.

It really happened in a flash, and he watched helplessly as an embroidery needle brushed past the back of his hand.

Then, another one brushed across the back of the hand, another brushed across the edge of the palm, and another brushed across the fingertips...

One needle, two needles, ten needles, twenty needles...

The needles inserted into the needle holders, the embroidery frames, the embroidery threads of various colors, have not been used yet, lying safely in the needle box...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, they flew up from all directions, sticking to the metal chopsticks impatiently.

Those who come early are lying flat, those who come late are squeezed in, and those who come even later are stuck in the courtyard created by a group of embroidery needles, with the tips of the needles firmly attached to the heads of chopsticks.

Those who arrived later could only stand themselves up, insert the tip of the needle into the embroidery needle that was flat against the chopstick body, and desperately squeeze out a way.

Less than half a minute after Shen Le let go of his hand, he saw that the metal chopsticks he had inserted into the model had forcibly turned into a miniature mace...

You guys don't care about me as your master at all!

If I hadn't retracted my hand quickly, would you, the embroidery needles, have poked dozens of transparent holes in my hand? !

This job is impossible!

Shen Le cursed and squatted on the side, staring at the pile of embroidery needles.

When the power of the thunder tribulation was completely channeled down below, Xiao Youdeng came back happily after having a full meal. Mudan had finished her tribulation and thanked him softly outside the yard...

This mace is still a mace, and the embroidery needles have no intention of completely disbanding and returning to their original positions - they even refuse to fall off the metal chopsticks!

"Qingdeng, go and..." eat up the electricity from that chopstick?
Shen Le swallowed his words silently when he was halfway through his words. Forget it, it's not easy for an embroidery needle to absorb some electricity, and thunder tribulations don't happen every month or every year.

As for the girls in Tianxianglou, one comes every one or two months, and it seems that the round is over. The next round will come, well, maybe five hundred years later!
Shen Le sighed, stood up and continued to look at the information, to study the newly acquired suspected waist knife and how to repair the unidentified object salvaged from the sea.

After he had read seven or eight papers in one breath, excerpted a screen full of pictures, and copied two pages in his notebook, he began to hear slight rustling and clanging sounds behind him.

The little oil lamp yelled behind me:

[Shen Le, those needles are disbanded! ]

Finally disbanded...

Shen Le actually felt like "Amitabha, thank God". He came over with the needle box, and his mental power gently surged out. He picked up an embroidery needle and wanted to put it back into the needle box.

This action was a great joy:
The mental force flowed through the embroidery needle much smoother and lighter than before!
If he used his mental power to move a needle before the thunder tribulation, it would be like lifting a five-kilogram dumbbell with his hands and raising it above his head;

Now, the weight of the dumbbell has been reduced from five kilograms to one kilogram. When the mental power touches it, there is a lively and light feeling, and it can't wait to respond to his call:

Lightweight, fast, and easy to turn.

Shen Le tried to aim the needle tip at the pinhole on the embroidery cloth. With just a slight thought, the needle tip moved to the desired position, with the needle body vertical and lightly touching the embroidery cloth.

Then I tried to add an embroidery needle, and the second needle also floated over;

Then, the third, the fourth, the fifth...

It was not until the sixth needle that he felt a little flustered and distracted. Shen Le was overjoyed, and the frustration of the embroidery needles constantly giving orders and walking alone was immediately thrown behind him:
Five times more efficient!

Being able to control five needles at the same time, you can make five needles embroider together——

Well, it’s probably not possible to embroider different parts while distracting yourself, but when embroidering flower petals, with the same color, several threads are arranged in a row and moved forward, which is totally possible!

Get started!
As soon as he thought of it, the five embroidery needles turned their tips and pierced back into the needle box. The speed was so fast that Shen Le was also shocked:
The needle box is in his hand!
If he loses his concentration for a moment, or deviates a little when giving instructions, the embroidery needle will make five holes in his hand!

When the time comes to see a doctor, what should I tell the doctor?

"I used my mind to control the embroidery needle to fly around, and then I messed up and it pricked my hand?"

He quickly put down the needle box and placed it a little further away, about two feet away from the house model.

Then, he turned around and stood at a right angle to the line connecting the house and the needle box:
"go--"

Whoosh!
Whizzing!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
One flew out, two flew out, five flew up in a row, then five in a row, and then five in a row again.

Shen Le felt that he had mastered the control more proficiently, so he moved the needle box out one foot. He practiced twice and moved it another foot.

Seeing that all the embroidery needles were back in place, Shen Le was still not satisfied. He guided them all to fly onto the needle cushion, then moved the needle box two meters away and tried again.

Then, turn another direction, and another direction...

A row of shiny embroidery needles first marched side by side in the room, then connected end to end, forming a straight silver line. After a short pause, they flew out in a flying formation like fighter jets, one in front, two symmetrically behind, and then two more symmetrically, flying side by side and behind.

The cold light flashed and whistled, leaving afterimages in the studio. Shen Le was very happy to watch the flying needles go back and forth, and suddenly an idea came to his mind:
What is the fastest speed this flying needle can reach?

Can it outrun a bullet?

He set up his phone at the edge of the room and switched it to shooting mode. He waved and called Xiao Youdeng:

"Qingdeng, help me take a look. I'll try to quickly activate the flying needle. Remember to take a picture to test its speed!"

The wick of the oil lamp flickered, indicating that it had heard something. Shen Le slowly controlled the embroidery needle and floated it at one end of the room. He raised his hand, focused, and waved it down with force:
"start!"

With a whoosh, the embroidery needle left a trail of shadow in the field of vision and pierced into the needle box beside the wall. Shen Le turned his head:
“Did you take the photo?”

【Take a picture...】

The phone clicked, and it had indeed activated the continuous shooting mode. Shen Le clicked on the first photo, and there was nothing. He clicked on the second photo, and there was nothing. He clicked on the tenth photo, and there was still nothing.

He did not give up. He imported the photos into the computer, enlarged them and looked at them carefully again. There was no trace of the flying needle in any of the photos...

"Did you press the shutter too late?"

He looked at the small oil lamp in confusion. The green lamp flickered twice in anger:
[It's not too late! It's your phone that's bad! Do you think your phone is like other people's cameras and can even take pictures of bullets flying by! ]

The phone was still an old model from two years ago. Shen Le could only take ten photos in one minute. He was speechless...

I can't measure the speed, and I don't want to waste these embroidery needles that have experienced thunder tribulations to test their power. They might even get twisted by hitting the wooden board.

Shen Le simply put most of the embroidery needles back to their original places, leaving only the few that were currently needed, and started threading the needles, threading the threads, and starting to embroider.

Five shiny embroidery needles moved side by side, up and down, up and down, pulling the silk thread forward steadily on the horse-faced skirt.

A flower that originally needed a whole night to embroider, under his gaze, only took a moment to have a gorgeous, soft and natural gradient of petals.

"Ah...at this rate, I can finish embroidering the whole horse-faced skirt tonight!"

Shen Le was greatly encouraged and continued to work hard.

The studio was filled with silver light, and embroidery needles carrying colorful embroidery threads were flying around at high speed, some falling on the needle holders, some hanging on the embroidery racks, and some tumbling back and forth on the horse-faced skirts.

It only took one night, and a magnificent and dazzling dress was completely spread out in front of him.

"How is it? Am I better at embroidering than your master?"

Shen Le was very happy. He reached out to touch the horse-faced skirt and patted it twice.

This skirt is probably the work of a professional embroiderer, and as for the veil, it is most likely the work of that young girl.

Fortunately, the embroidery on the red veil was not damaged much, so there was not much that needed to be repaired by him.

However, because the master's craftsmanship is really hard to describe, it is still a bit difficult to figure out the exact pattern on the veil among those messy pinholes...

The light and shadow swayed impatiently, engulfing Shen Le. Shen Le closed his eyes, opened them again, and found himself stepping into his memories again. He looked around and almost laughed out loud:
The owner of the red wedding dress, the lovely young girl, was embroidering with a sad face.

She sat in front of the embroidery frame under the window, with a pair of scissors in her left hand and embroidery threads fluttering on the frame in her right hand;
In front of me and under my feet, there were balls of yarn scattered all over the floor:
"Oh no! Why can't I pull it again?"

She held the embroidery needle tightly with her right thumb and index finger in a position that Shen Le found awkward no matter how hard she looked at it. Her fingertips turned white. She brought her right hand inwards, raised her little finger, and pulled the embroidery thread outwards:

I pulled it a little, and it got stuck. I pulled it again, and it got a little bit out, and it got stuck again. I took back my little finger, pinched the embroidery needle and pulled hard.

"Boom!"

The needle was bent and the thread was torn. I crawled under the embroidery frame and saw that the thread had been tied into a knot the size of a fingernail on the back of the embroidery cloth. God knows how many layers of knots there were...

Shen Le was shaking with laughter, covering his mouth. After finishing the first day of embroidery, he would not make this kind of beginner's mistake again.

Girl, judging from your progress on the embroidery frame, you have been embroidering for at least ten days. How come you haven't made any progress at all?
The girl was stunned for a while, cut off the knot, changed the embroidery needle, rethreaded the needle, and started embroidering again.

She patiently embroidered dozens of stitches, the thread broke twice, a needle twisted, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore, so she stuck the needle into the canvas:
"I won't embroider anymore! I won't embroider anymore! Whoever wants to embroider can do it. I'm not broke, and I can afford it!"

"Oh, young lady, don't yell about your embroidery." A middle-aged woman came in from outside. She was dressed neatly in a black skirt and green jacket. She looked like a trusted housekeeper of a wealthy family.
"The young master finally entrusted you to Mr. Jiang as his adopted daughter, just so that you would have a family to marry with honor and not be looked down upon by others.

You refuse to embroider even your own veil. If all the wealthy families in this county knew that the young master married a lazy woman who can't sew horizontally or vertically, wouldn't that be a disgrace to him?"

Shen Le's face gradually darkened.

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