Dyeing cloth is something that cannot be done carelessly. Throw those red flowers into a clay pot and crush them with your hands. For the bright red dyeing method, use safflower and black plum to boil and dye...

Cheng Zhiyuan worked hard with his arms bare, sweating profusely.

Pick the safflower with dew, mash it, wash it with water, put it into a cloth bag and squeeze out the yellow juice. Mash it again, wash it again with fermented rice water, put it into a cloth bag and squeeze out the remaining yellow juice, cover it with artemisia annua overnight, and pinch it

It is dried in the shade and collected into thin pancakes. This thing is called safflower pancake.

The large vat inside is steaming with white steam, lingering like clouds. It is boiling cloth to make the cloth more beautiful. When it is almost done, the "cooked cloth" will be taken out of the vat of water and controlled.

After the water is dried, it is immersed in the dye vat. This is the step for color development.

With a clang sound, the blood was washed out of the sheath, and he plunged it into the red flower pancake. According to Mr. Yao's request, the sword force in the demon sword took the shape of a blood cuckoo. This was one of the important reasons why he asked Cheng Zhiyuan to stay.

An important procedure for Wang Di's cloth is an ancient method that Ou Lao found for Mr. Yao, which requires a kind of blood cuckoo to dye it. This kind of blood cuckoo is the spirit of heaven and earth, also known as "Zi Gui Crying Blood"

, legend has it that it was formed from the blood spit out by Emperor Wang of Shu. The blood soaked the azaleas all over the mountains and plains. Later, when Emperor Wang turned into a cuckoo, those azaleas stained red by the blood also gave birth to the azalea.

The spirits turned into blood cuckoos one after another, flying along with the Emperor Bird.

Chang Hong turns into green, and the emperor cries of cuckoo.

There is also an unknown ancient story about the country where Emperor Wang lives, the Kingdom of Shu. It is the so-called Eastern version of the Trojan Horse, which is the famous stone ox strategy of the Qin State, where the stone ox generates gold and opens the way to Shu.

In the poisonous strategy of Shu, Ju State, as the gateway of Shu State, also played an extremely important role in it.

The people who implemented this strategy were Zhang Yi and King Qin Huiwen. According to the time when this world was slightly chaotic, less than a thousand years had passed since the Stone Ox Strategy took place.

However, the monarch of Shu when this plan took place was no longer Emperor Wang, so among the cloths, especially the red cloth, the Emperor Wang cloth of ancient Shu was the best.

Cheng Zhiyuan did not stop with the sword in his hand after finishing the work. A piece of cloth was thrown into the dye vat, and the remaining cloth would continue to be soaked and boiled. Mr. Yao came from the back door and patted the old wooden wall. Cheng Zhiyuan looked over following the sound.

, Mr. Yao had already walked to the vat, reached out and picked up the first batch of dyed red cloth, pinched it with two fingers, and the cloth immediately turned into a big red blood sword.

"The red sword is actually the inferior and the best sword. It kills people without blood. It is known as...the white blade on the silver screen. It is said that the white blade hangs from the waist and holds blue steel in the hand..."

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It was as if water was dripping on the ground, and on the old bluestone bricks, there were faint ripples of clear water, and a red flower suddenly appeared.

The bright red water rolled up like a wind, the azure color faded away, and in the hazy mist and rain, all you could see was the red sky.

Cheng Zhiyuan immediately drew his sword with a solemn expression. He had been working tirelessly on dyeing cloth for the past few days, and today he finally saw Mr. Yao draw his sword.

Holding one's body in the white blade, killing people in the world of mortals, this sentence was originally a poem written by Li Bai, but now it has become a sword formula in Mr. Yao's mouth. Just saying it gives a sense of ferocity that the sword's edge is no more than three inches away from the eyebrows.

Halfway through, it’s the end of the cave soul’s collapse.

Its strike is so powerful that even if the sword is not drawn, it is still extremely aggressive.

Not daring to be careless, and definitely not to be careless, Cheng Zhiyuan's dragon eyes had opened, and a faint outline of a canthus appeared beside his body. The cuckoo flew on the blood-washing sword in his hand, and the scarlet and slender thunder threads gently turned and danced.

Concentrate your mind for one moment!

"Yes, that's it. It's not bad."

A dull voice sounded in his ears, and Mr. Yao lightly commented on Cheng Zhiyuan.

However, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly turned sideways to avoid it!

The sound of the sword in my ears came late, just like the thunder and lightning after a summer shower. That beam of light always waits until the heavy rain pours before it flashes across the dry sky, letting the world hear the anger of God.

Half of Cheng Zhiyuan's body was blurred, his flesh and bones were visible, and he was dripping with blood.

The flesh at the corner of the eye is peeled back, like a pear blossom dyed red with blood. The sticky and fishy blood gathers into a stream, but the red cloth sword is still brightly colored, whether it is stained with blood or not, it looks like that The most beautiful appearance in the world.

Killing people are like dancing red flowers, like wind and rain, the steaming mist brings rolling heat waves, the cloth in all directions is swaying gently, and all the roughness on it falls into the clear ripples on the moss of the stone bricks.

The wind blew, and the sword buzzed. Outside the blood-washing sword, the cuckoos turned into pieces of red clouds and were dispersed, without even retaining their complete form.

Fast, ferocious, and bold, these are not only the principles of the sword, not only the power of the sword, but also the true meaning of all weapon training.

The wound on her forehead opened up, like a woman's bright red lips, with the redness slowly flowing down from it. Ordinary people would definitely not be able to bear the intimacy of this sword.

He wiped his thumb under his lips, feeling a bone-piercing pain. Only then did he see sword wounds all over his chest and arms. It seemed that Mr. Yao had already struck a sword just now, but it seemed that he had not, or was he just using his sword to injure the enemy?

"Is this...sword power?"

Cheng Zhiyuan's breathing was a little heavy. The red cloth sword in Mr. Yao's hand was still pointed at the ground. At this time, he frowned and said displeased: "The power of your sword is to wipe out the enemy within ten steps, but if someone comes Are you at your wits' end if you don't take ten steps forward?"

Mr. Yao calmed down, with a sense of solemnity and disappointment:

"If I kill you now, your head will fall to the ground through the door and I don't know how."

"The sword is the art of killing, a pure killing technique, and the top of the hundred techniques is neither chopping nor slashing, nor cutting or breaking, but a tattoo."

The cloth sword in his hand flipped slightly, and he opened and closed his mouth, spitting out the lightest and most dangerous killing words:

"Come on, white-edged silver screen, the second sword."

The blood-washing sword in Cheng Zhiyuan's hand suddenly turned!

Blood spurts to the sky, and a stab mark appears across the chest. The so-called ferocious swordsmanship means that the killing move goes straight to the heart and chest of the enemy. However, the killer also has flaws at this time, but most people are often too tired to defend themselves and are unable to Get a glimpse of the vitality within.

This second sword is like white lightning chasing the sea. The red flower trend has not yet turned, but everything has settled down!

Cheng Zhiyuan saw blood gushing from the wound on his chest, his eyes suddenly blurred, and he fell to the ground with a thud!

"Hiss!"

When the yellow snake at the corner saw this scene, it was frightened to death and swam over quickly. When Mr. Yao saw the yellow snake, he frowned slightly, watched for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

"The emperor's token? It's actually the swordsman among the five soldiers of the emperor!"

His voice was strange, but after looking at it for a while, he shook his head. At this time, he put down the cloth sword and whispered to himself: "It's a pity that the Lord who follows the Emperor's token is not bad, but it is still difficult to say

He deserves to be considered the most talented person in the world."

Snap, snap, snap...

boom!

Mr. Yao stopped after taking three steps. His weak shadow stretched a bit, and the bloody man on the ground was shrouded. The naked Cheng Zhiyuan, holding one hand on the ground, was pulled up from the blue ripples with a trembling body.

Head.

His two eyes were full of blue and white, and his fingers dug deeply into the mud under the moss. Blood, sand, and flesh were all stuck together. His ruined body staggered, stood up, and straightened his back.

Mr. Yao turned his head and said softly:
Chapter completed!