Legend of the Embroiderer

In Su Mengyao's spacious and bright workshop, which is filled with the faint fragrance of silk threads, a group of energetic young disciples are sitting closely around a series of ancient and exquisite looms.

They all frowned and stared intently at the needle and thread in their hands.

But the needles and threads that should have been agile and free now seemed to have lost their souls, becoming extremely clumsy and not obeying their commands at all.

These disciples are undergoing a difficult training task, but the technical difficulties are like an insurmountable mountain standing in front of them.

Not only that, the creative bottleneck is like an invisible net that traps them tightly, making them feel extremely confused and frustrated.

At this moment, Su Mengyao walked lightly to the center of the disciples. Her beautiful face was filled with a warm smile, and her eyes were filled with endless patience and encouragement.

She bent down slightly and said softly, "Children, don't be afraid of the difficulties before you. Every challenge is actually a rare opportunity for growth! As long as you persevere, you will definitely be able to overcome them."

Su Mengyao's voice was as gentle as water, yet as firm as a rock. The deep trust in her disciples contained in it was like a clear spring, slowly flowing into everyone's heart.

Among this group of disciples, a girl named Xiaomei was particularly eye-catching.

She has a petite figure and a pair of big, clear and moving eyes, but at this moment, there are tears glimmering in her eyes.

It turned out that because Xiaomei was too nervous, her finger was accidentally pierced by the sharp needle tip, and the blood instantly dyed the white silk thread red.

She raised her head and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Master, can I really do this?"

There was a hint of obvious uncertainty and deep fear in his words.

Su Mengyao gently raised her hand and slowly placed it on Xiaomei's shoulder. The warmth from her palm seemed to be able to convey endless courage and strength to the other party.

She leaned over slightly and stared into Xiaomei's eyes. Her bright and gentle gaze was full of encouragement.

He whispered, "Of course you can do it, as long as you have firm faith and never give up."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature, and like a warm spring breeze gently blowing through Xiaomei's heart.

It was like a drizzle, silently nourishing Xiaomei's heart which was a little dry due to setbacks.

At this moment, Xiaomei felt a new power surging into her heart like a tide, quickly filling the original emptiness in her heart.

This power is warm and powerful, giving her the motivation to move forward courageously.

As time went by, the training became more and more in-depth, and the disciples gradually found the tricks to solve technical problems through hard practice day after day.

The needle and thread in their hands are like nimble dancers, dancing gracefully on the embroidery cloth, and every stitch and thread appears more skillful and natural.

Those creative inspirations that were once bound are now like birds breaking free from cages, gushing out from the depths of the mind, continuously converging into a rushing river of innovation.

Su Mengyao, who had been watching everything silently from the side, always maintained a high degree of concentration and patience.

Whenever a disciple encounters confusion or makes an improper operation, she will always step forward to personally demonstrate the correct techniques and give very constructive opinions and suggestions.

Each of her movements was so graceful and smooth, and each of her words was so profound and easy to understand, which enlightened the disciples and benefited them greatly.

At this moment, in Su Mengyao's workshop, each of the disciples was concentrating on their work.

They frowned tightly, staring at the unfinished embroidery in front of them, trying to break the creative bottleneck that stood in front of them.

No matter how hard they try, there always seems to be an invisible barrier hindering their progress.

Even Su Mengyao, who was always calm and composed, couldn't help but reveal a hint of barely perceptible anxiety on her face.

Because she knew very well that if she could not successfully overcome this difficulty, her disciples would never be able to reach a higher level and reach a new artistic realm.

At that moment, like a phantom, an enigmatic master quietly appeared at the slightly worn doorway of the workshop. The scorching sunlight from outside mercilessly streamed in, elongating his figure like an eerie silhouette. His face, deeply hidden by the thick shadow cast by his oversized bamboo hat, was impossible to discern.

With the mysterious master's appearance, a refreshing and pleasant breath, like a spring breeze, gently dispelled the gloomy atmosphere that permeated the workshop. He stepped slowly into the room with steady, light steps, each step imbued with profound meaning. His deep, abyssal gaze, like two piercing bolts of lightning, quickly scanned the meticulously crafted works of his disciples. Finally, as if drawn by a magnet, his gaze fixed firmly on Su Mengyao.

All I could hear was him saying in a deep but powerful voice: "Follow your truest intuition."

These words seemed to have the magical power to penetrate the soul, piercing straight into the hearts of everyone present, making people tremble.

When Su Mengyao heard these short but meaningful words, her originally dull eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light, like a dazzling meteor suddenly streaking across the night sky.

In an instant, she keenly realized that the arrival of this mysterious figure might be the major turning point she had been waiting for for a long time!

Unable to contain the indescribable excitement in her heart, she turned to the other disciples around her and whispered, "This is undoubtedly a great opportunity bestowed upon us by God!"

Although she tried her best to sound calm, her slightly trembling voice betrayed her turbulent mood at the moment.

The disciples stopped what they were doing and quickly gathered around the mysterious master as if attracted by an invisible force.

They all looked at the legendary master with burning eyes and full of anticipation, eager to gain valuable experience and skills from him.

The mysterious master nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smile on his face. Without saying anything, he slowly reached out and gently picked up a thin needle lying beside him.

The needle gleamed faintly in the sunlight, like a rare treasure.

The master held the needle firmly in his hand, and then carefully began to demonstrate the needlework on the snow-white embroidery cloth.

His movements were gentle and graceful, as if he was dancing with a magical paintbrush.

Every stitch and every thread contains endless profound meaning and ingenious ideas, which makes people marvel.

The disciples watched the master's every move intently, afraid of missing any details.

As the master's demonstration continued to deepen, their eyes gradually lit up, as if they had suddenly seen a whole new world.

The problems that had troubled them for a long time seemed to be solved at this moment.

Especially Su Mengyao, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, she was watching the master's operation intently.

Her heart was filled with gratitude and also full of expectations.

Because she knew very well that this unexpected guidance from the master might be the key for the disciples to break through the current bottleneck of their skills.

At this moment, the master put down the needle in his hand and looked at the disciples surrounding him with a smile.

He said softly, "Okay, now it depends on your own understanding and practice."

After saying this, he turned and left, leaving behind a group of disciples who were lost in thought.

However, the disciples at this time were no longer as confused as before.

The wonderful scenes that the master had just shown kept replaying in their minds, and inspiration in their hearts kept gushing out like a spring.

The needle and thread in her hand seemed to come alive, jumping happily and weaving across the embroidery cloth...