The history of dyeing is very long. Since ancient times, the land of China has had rules that use color to distinguish high and low status. As time goes by, this rule has become more stringent in later generations. Each dynasty has continued to compile the rules of dyeing.

It is detailed and thorough, and the dyeing methods are constantly improving.

The Song Dynasty's "Shi Ji Yuan Heng Xing Wu Lie Dye Yuan" says: "Zhou officials had affairs with people and dyed silk with their palms." There are also records of dyeing in "Zhou Li".

"Zhou Li Tian Guan Ran Ren" records: "Fan Ran, spring storm practice, Xia Xuan, autumn dye Xia, winter and autumn gong. Palm Fan dye things.

The meaning is that the dyer is responsible for dyeing the silk. In general dyeing, the silk is cooked and exposed in the spring, yellow, red and light black in the summer, colorful in the autumn, and the dyed silk products are provided in the winter, and is in charge of all dyeing processes.

affairs.

In the Zhou Dynasty, the techniques of applying stone dyeing, grass dyeing, and wood dyeing in various places were quite mature. The government set up specialized agencies such as Zhangcao and Dyemen, which were responsible for all aspects of the dyeing process, thus forming a complete dyeing system.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was naturally more...

As for the world in front of us, there is no need to talk about the craftsmanship. After all, even the headlights are out...

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't know who lived here. After knocking on the door three times to express his respect, the door panels were opened with a bang. The method was extremely cruel and violent, and even cracked several wood cracks.

The old man in front of him was tall and majestic, with a pair of dark eyes that were old but not cloudy. There seemed to be an astonishing aura flowing inside. Just by meeting him, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly felt that his aura had been suppressed, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"But Mr. Sima is here to urge the cloth? Tell your master to keep waiting. I will give him a reply when I have an idea!"

Cheng Zhiyuan opened his mouth: "I"

The old man waved his hand violently, and Cheng was blocked back without saying anything: "No need to ask again! Now I don't have a piece of cloth in my hand, even if it is to be presented to King Zhao, I can't cut my head off...

..Well, what is this on you?”

He grabbed Cheng Zhiyuan's scarlet robe, crushed it with his fingers, and suddenly became furious!

"Okay! It turns out that you have found good cloth! What is this? I sent you to me today, but you came to tell me that you have found the next cloth that I don't need anymore?!"

"That's fine! That's fine!"

The old man was so angry that he slammed the door and walked away, leaving Cheng Zhiyuan with his mouth half open. It took him a long time to spit out the next half of the word.

Of course, the original word was a visit, and it should have been to tell him that I came from Yuci City to deliver the bamboo slips given by Ou Sikou, not the current word "fuck".

As soon as he arrived at the door, he was suddenly slapped and scolded. Cheng Zhiyuan naturally felt unlucky, but he continued to knock on the door. Then after being knocked three times, the door tilted to the side as if overwhelmed, and with a gorgeous

He turned sideways and fell in front of Cheng Zhiyuan.

The old man's back hadn't gone far yet. When he turned around, the anger burst out in his eyes could almost turn into reality, but he almost didn't tell others that he was a cannibal maniac.

Cheng Zhiyuan raised his head and stared blankly at the door panel with a beautiful woman lying on the ground. He thought that the old man was strong enough and he swung his hand and collapsed the door. Even if he was an ordinary person who had not practiced cultivation,

When he was young, he was probably as domineering as Father Confucius.

Confucius' father could physically carry the city gate.

"Uh, my last name is Cheng."

Cheng Zhiyuan dug around in his arms and took out the bamboo slips. Without going in, he stood outside the threshold and said, "I came from Yuci to deliver..."

Snapped!

The old man turned around, walked over in a few strides, grabbed the bamboo slip, then spread it out to look at it, stared, and after a few breaths, he suddenly laughed: "This... haha!"

"Wang Di cloth, Wang Di cloth! This is really Wang Di cloth... Eh?"

His excitement did not last long, and then he touched the bamboo slip with his left hand, and suddenly a red and white haze floated out, filled with a lingering fragrance, and some words appeared in it, but in the end part of it was broken.

This red and white haze is the raw material for dyeing Wangdi cloth. However, it is a pity that after the words sealed in the bamboo slips by Sikou's magical power, after the reorganization of those Gandan words, there is actually a missing paragraph, that is, this dyeing method is

There are imperfections.

The old man was holding the bamboo slip in a daze, but his eyes suddenly focused again. At this time, the words on the bamboo slip gradually became distorted and turned into the seal script of the Zhou Dynasty.

The Zhou Dynasty generally used large seal scripts, which of course can also be called "bronze inscriptions", which seems to be a more formal term. Of course, this is also the so-called writing used by officials.

"Boy, do you have a demon sword?"

The old man glared at Cheng Zhiyuan, who frowned: "It is true."

Although Cheng Zhiyuan understood that capable craftsmen basically have a temper and weird personality, the other party's behavior was too rude, but when he thought about it, he was just an errand boy, and it was enough to deliver the things. Sikou Ke

He didn't talk about other tasks, so he immediately cupped his hands and said, "May I ask who you are, Mr. Yao?"

The old man nodded, and Cheng Zhiyuan continued: "My dear Mr. Cheng, I was ordered by the young Sikou of Yuci City to send a bamboo slip here. Now that Mr. Yao has obtained the bamboo slip, I will go back and resume my life, so I won't bother you anymore."

.”

"slow!"

The old man suddenly raised his hands to stop Cheng Zhiyuan from leaving. His eyes were like torches, he looked up and down, and then suddenly made a move. With a twist of his fingers, Cheng Zhiyuan's scarlet robe suddenly disappeared!

Bumping his palm lightly, Mr. Yao carefully rubbed the cloth. He was furious just now and thought that this was a good material from somewhere. It was sent by Sima to humiliate him. But now it seems that this cloth seems...

"Boy, where did you get this cloth?"

He raised his head and Cheng Zhiyuan frowned: "Mr. Yao, is it too much to just take anything from others without their permission?"

Mr. Yao stared at Cheng Zhiyuan and suddenly laughed: "Let me ask you, where did you get this cloth?"

Cheng Zhiyuan took a deep breath, calmed down, raised his hands and replied: "What you get from killing monsters."

Mr. Yao narrowed his eyes, and for a moment the atmosphere seemed to freeze with this tiny movement of his. Cheng Zhiyuan also lowered his hands and looked straight at him, facing each other.

He rubbed the cloth with his five fingers, then suddenly raised it and threw the robe towards Cheng Zhiyuan.

The scarlet robe returned his hand, and Mr. Yao snorted: "This is Huohuan cloth! Where can a monster wear this thing? It's nonsense, just forget it if you don't want to say it, why bother to trick the old man?"

"However, you don't have to go back to Yuci City. Your Sikou sold you and now you are asked to stay and help me."

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't look good, and thought, Sikou wants me to stay here, how can this be possible? Besides, this old man obviously has a bad temper, Cheng Zhiyuan immediately wanted to refuse, but suddenly, Mr. Yao said: "Boy, if you stay

When you come down, I will teach you a set of supreme swordsmanship. Of course, during this period, you must cooperate with me as much as possible."

Cheng Zhiyuan stopped and turned around, asking: "What kind of sword?"

Mr. Yao walked up to a dyeing vat and grabbed it with his palm. Suddenly a red cloth rose up, entangled and rolled around, turning into a seven-foot long sword!

"I hold my body in the white blade, and kill people in the world of mortals."

Mr. Yao held the cloth sword in front of him, looked from above to below, and turned around coldly: "The red stain in this vat is like blood. The white cloth is submerged in it, and the blood adheres to it and scatters to become red. The inside is like
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