Embroidered Spring Order

She was the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of Su embroidery, and she embroidered thousands of miles across the country with one stitch, but she suddenly died in front of the lamp at the moment when she stopped her stitches. When he opened his eyes again, he became the most inconspicuous disciple of the outer sect of the Qinglan Sect in the world of immortality. He had no spiritual roots and no luck. He was secretly taken away by his fellow sect and only his luck was left. He would be expelled from the mountain in three days. Su Qingyin looked at the pale and desperate face in the mirror and twirled her empty fingertips. There was no embroidery frame, no silk thread, just a rusty iron needle. When she was about to die, a round koi fish jumped out from between her eyebrows: [The national style inheritance system is activated. Within three days, he embroidered the "Picture of Lotus Emerging from the Water", which aroused everyone's amazement. If you fail, your soul will be destroyed. Su Qingyin pinched the fish's gills and smiled. "Su embroidery will last for thousands of years, and I can't stop it." As the iron needle rises and falls, the waste wood drives out the astonishing butterfly transformation, and the mountains are filled with flowers and butterflies smelling the fragrance. At the sect's examination site, everyone laughed at her for humiliating herself. She bit the broken thread and spread it—— A needle startled a butterfly, and everyone in the house was shocked. Even the senior brother who never spoke to comment picked up the embroidered cloth in the shadow of butterflies in the sky, and slowly rubbed his fingertips along the stitches. His eyes had a light that had not been seen in three thousand years. What she didn't know was that the silver-haired man who always watched her through the window late at night as she worked the needle was once the divine king in charge of the Destiny Loom above the Nine Heavens. He died for her three thousand years ago, and three thousand years later, he waits for an embroiderer who has long forgotten him, and uses a mortal iron needle to weave cause and effect again. The heroine inherits intangible cultural heritage, engages in business and farming, the fate of immortals, and Su embroidery is in power Under oriental aesthetics, one stitch can embroider mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, and a thread can entangle the love of three generations.