But regarding the designs she ca up with herself, even if family mbers praised them, she always felt sothing was missing.
The most obvious issue was the colors.
In terms of color matching with embroidery threads, she indeed lacked experience, which left her unsatisfied with her works.
That’s also why she needed to learn at the embroidery workshop; after all, she could at most only replicate works right now.
When the colors are well-matched, the embroidered pieces generally turn out fine, but when it cos to choosing colors herself, things don’t go as expected.
Going to the embroidery workshop was mainly to learn about this, otherwise, breaking through the color-matching bottleneck would be challenging.
Seeing that Xiaomi was fine, she continued to ponder her own things.
anwhile, Xiaomi seed to have found the knack, and she persistently practiced the first move of the sword technique repeatedly.
Out of ten tis, only two or three tis did she feel a slight warmth in her lower abdon.
According to various TV shows and novels, the lower abdon should be where the Dantian is located.
Guessing blindly, the slight warmth in her lower abdon might an her posture was correct and her body was responding.
Thinking this way, Xiaomi specifically noted her posture each ti she swung, and imdiately found that the movents she thought were the sa each ti actually had subtle differences.
And every ti there was a reaction in the Dantian, her sword swing was exactly the sa.
It seed she guessed correctly, only the correct posture could cause a reaction in the Dantian.
As for the slightly warming sensation, she couldn’t figure it out, it might be Inner Strength, or it might be sothing else.
But aside from executing the correct sword move, there was no other reaction or difference at all.
It seed further research was necessary.
With this thought in mind, Xiaomi’s actions never stopped, as if she was tireless.
From the very beginning, only two or three out of ten tis were correct, to later, after ten tis, five or six tis were correct.
She believed it wouldn’t take long before she could execute the first move with 100% accuracy!
"Xiaomi, I’m off to make dinner."
Xiaoxue’s voice suddenly entered her ears, startling Xiaomi back to reality.
The sky had started to darken, and unknowingly, she’d been practicing the entire afternoon.
After Xiaoxue said this, she left the room, and Xiaomi raised her hand to wipe her sweat, suddenly feeling a twitch in her cheek, her facial features almost scrunching into a ball.
"So painful, so sore."
The bamboo stick in her hand fell directly to the ground.
Her arms were not only sore but painful, and she could barely raise them.
She had never felt this uncomfortable before, and almost suspected that she had pulled a muscle.
At that mont, there was a sudden knock on the room door.
"Xiaomi, are you in the room?"
It was Wei Ziang; she hadn’t expected them to be back already.
"Yes, you guys... hissing!" She was about to go over when a wave of pain shot through her as she lifted her leg, causing her to inhale sharply.
Not only were her arms sore and painful, but her thighs were just the sa, making it difficult to move!
Hearing this outside, Wei Ziang, disregarding that this was a girl’s room, directly pushed the door open and entered.
"What’s wrong, Xiaomi?" Wei Ziang stepped in quickly, looking worried.
When he returned earlier and didn’t see Xiaomi, his second sister ntioned Xiaomi waving a stick at ho all afternoon, so he ca to check.
But before he even entered the room, he heard Xiaomi’s distressed voice inside.
Approaching her, he saw Xiaomi in pain, about to squat down, and he hurriedly supported her.
"What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell sowhere, do you need to see a doctor?"
Wei Ziang was scared out of his wits, knowing that Xiaomi had overslept today when he left in the morning, and he worried about her all day in the school, even getting called out by the teacher.
And now, coming back only to see Xiaomi like this.
Seeing Wei Ziang’s face turning pale with fright, Xiaomi hurried to reassure him, "No, nothing, I’m just a bit tired."
Wei Ziang was montarily stunned, then helped her towards the bed, "Second sister said earlier that you’ve been waving a stick all afternoon, did that tire you out?"
Half-believing, Wei Ziang helped her sit, and Xiaomi nodded in embarrassnt, indeed, it was because of that.
Wei Ziang: "...."
"Then rest well, I’ll tell aunt, and I’ll bring you dinner later."
Xiaomi wanted to refuse, but thinking about how her legs were twitching with pain even when walking, she swallowed back her refusal.
She grinned sheepishly, "Brother, thank you."
Wei Ziang shook his head and helped her lie down, "I’ll massage your legs, otherwise it will hurt even more tomorrow."
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