Chapter five hundred and ninetieth flying thread needle
But he could only nod his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "The queen has an order, how dare you disobey it? My husband will definitely win!"
Next, Huang Xuanzi announced the method of Wen Dou's competition.
It’s actually a flying thread threading needle!
In fact, these are disciples who have a good relationship with each other in the Taoist sects of the supernatural world, and they often compete and compete with each other on how to control spiritual power.
Use Taoist spiritual power to control a thin thread and pass it through the needle hole at the end of the sewing needle! Whoever passes through the most needle holes in the same time is the winner.
Don’t think it looks easy!
After all, the pinhole is very small, so even if it is operated with both hands, it is quite difficult. What's more, it is done with Taoist spiritual power?
You must know that human hands are the most perfect and flexible creations in the universe. Therefore, in ancient times, the weapon used by a martial arts master was called "ruzhi arm wielder"! This means that the weapon is the same as the arm and hand.
In the same way, Taoist spiritual power is the weapon of Taoist priests!
To be as flexible as the hands, it actually tests the talent of the caster.
After all, this thing is not exactly the same as destructive and lethal. Sometimes a Wulu Zhenren's spiritual power control is not as accurate as a Sanlu Zhenren, but it is not impossible...
However, Huang Xuanzi's request to Fu Yang was that he could not use the spiritual power of the Maoshan sect, but could only use the five-color spiritual power of the Chisong lineage that had just been inherited!
"Okay! Since Taoist Liang has said so, of course I, Fu Yang, will happily accept it."
Fu Yang laughed boldly, waved his hand, and agreed.
Huang Xuanzi is not verbose either.
I saw his hands suddenly lifting up, and the large Taoist robe moved automatically without the wind, bulging.
Click click click!
There was a series of sounds like the brass locks on the wooden boxes being opened.
Then there was another series of "ding ding ding" sounds.
A large number of dense silver needles gathered together, like a large group of small fish in the dark, flew out from the place where items were stored at the back of the side hall!
Hoo ho ho!
Then they were suddenly separated from a large handful, one by one, all suspended in the air of the hall with their needle points pointing downward, covering the entire room.
Literally hundreds or thousands!
Reflecting the dim candlelight all around, there were flickering silver lights.
Huang Xuanzi waved back.
With a whoop, two more large wooden boxes flew over and landed in front of him and Fu Yang. The lid opened automatically, and inside was a large box of rolled up thin threads.
"Uncle Master, please look! There are a total of one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine fine needles here. You and I will compete. Thread the thin thread in the wooden box through it. When there are no more fine needles left, count the number. The one with the most will win.
"
"good!"
"In order to make the competition more interesting, you can control your own thin line to attack the opponent during this process. It is not a violation."
"no problem!"
Fu Yang is generous and generous, and he doesn't quarrel with the other party, an old man.
In fact, he was satisfied that the opponent didn't mention "fighting". Otherwise, with the opponent's peak strength, Shi Luzhen, he would have no chance of winning even if he used the power of the ghost to fight...
On the contrary, the literary fight is indeed fairer!
Huang Xuanzi smiled slightly.
So, let’s get started!
Fu Yang was immediately focused, and the newly acquired five-color spiritual power in his body suddenly burst out from his Dantian.
This magnificent and peaceful brilliance suddenly enveloped the wooden box in front of him. It attached to the thin thread and controlled it to fly out. The thread head circled in the air and headed towards the needles of the nearest few thin needles.
Go through the hole...
Slender lines shuttled through the dark hall, accompanied by a slight sound of wind.
I'm about to go through it.
It was said late and then quickly, whoosh.
The thin thread manipulated by Huang Xuanzi actually hit Fu Yang's thread accurately!
Pfft...
A soft sound.
Fu Yang's flying line not only failed to pass through the pinhole forward, but was also knocked back by the happy line controlled by Huang Xuanzi and fell to the ground.
After Huang Xuanzi's own thin thread shot down Fu Yang's thread, it actually circled in an S-shape in the air, as flexible as a swimming snake.
Swish, brush, brush!
A continuous sound sounded.
In an instant, he passed through the pinholes of at least a dozen fine needles suspended nearby.
The thin needle strung on the line immediately hit it and made a tinkling sound.
Fu Yang's expression suddenly changed: This is a bit scary!
Even Wei Ke, who was next to him, was shocked. A pair of beautiful eyes radiated a sharp and domineering light, staring at the long line controlled by Huang Xuanzi.
Hitting a thin thread with a thin thread is simply much more difficult than flying thread through the needle itself!
"Such precise spiritual power control! Even the elders of Wulunzhen and Liulunzhen in Longhu Mountain, not all of them have such a level."
Ah Huang also sighed repeatedly and felt incredible.
Only Mr. Xiong, the damn fat cat, put his hands behind his head like a human being, lying leisurely on the futon with his legs crossed, and humming.
"Originally, the precise control of power is not the same concept as the intensity of power. Although this old man is only at the peak level of Master Si Lu, he knows that because his talent for cultivation is only at this level, it is difficult to further become Master Wu Lu.
possibility. So we have spent a lot of effort to improve the power of spells under the premise of Si Lu Zhenren. For example, precise control of spiritual power should be one of them. I think it will be difficult for Fu Xiaozi to win this time.
"Yeah."
I have to say, the fat cat’s eyes are still very vicious...
The situation of Huang Xuanzi was revealed at a glance!
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
A pair of white jade hands reached over and slapped Mr. Xiong hard on his exposed white soft belly.
"Let your big fat cat talk nonsense. How could Fu Yang lose?"
Wei Ke looked at it angrily, with a sinister look in his beautiful eyes, as if he wanted to eat a human being - oh no, it was a cat-eating expression.
Mr. Xiong quickly begged for mercy.
"Haha, uncle, please be careful. The old Taoist has already threaded twenty-three fine needles, so he is one step ahead."
Huang Xuanzi laughed heartily.
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine fine needles, this is just the beginning. Isn't Taoist Liang too happy too early?"
Fu Yang was expressionless and noncommittal.
Once again, the long thread wrapped in Taoist spiritual power flew into the air and quickly began to pass through the needle's eye!
One stick, two sticks, three sticks...
Fu Yang's speed is not slow. It is faster than those ingenious tailors who thread needles. But compared with Huang Xuanzi, there is still a big gap.
All I saw was his long thin thread, as if he had come alive!
Continuously, segments fly out of the wooden box, circling back and forth in the air, with ethereal trajectories. Each circle or loop can instantly pass through more than a dozen fine needles, making a tinkling sound when strung on a long line.
"No! This old guy is much better at controlling the Taoist spiritual power of the Chisong lineage than I am. His threading speed is two or three times faster than mine. If this continues, I will definitely lose. I have to find a way."