The mirage lies on the ice platform and sleeps soundly.
Liang Qu shook it awake.
The mirage glanced at the skylight filtering through the window paper and became confused.
In the past, we only worked at night, so why do we have to work during the day now?
The mirage has no choice but to comply with the God's request. It inflates its abdomen and spits out white steam.
The white vapor atomized into smoke, and pavilions and pavilions slowly emerged.
The flying crane soars low, and the dream lingers.
Wake up again.
An endless blue-gray color replaces the bedroom and appears in front of you.
Liangqu stood on the top of the mountain and looked down. Thousands of treetops swayed in the wind, forming layers of waves.
outside world.
The mirage rolled around and changed its position and was about to continue sleeping when a sudden heavy weight fell on its back.
It raised its head and looked at Liang Qu who got up from the bed, and his head became more and more confused.
so fast?
Liang Qu knelt down and asked, "Did I get up from the bed and do some strange movements just now?"
The mirage shook its head.
It didn't have time to fall asleep, and it was clear that Liang Qu just lay down and then sat up, and there was no other movement.
Liang Qu fell into deep thought.
"It seems that it is just the influence of thinking activities, not sleepwalking. The actions in the dream cannot be fed back to reality. I don't know whether it is good or bad."
The thunder talisman condensed in the dream and fed back to reality seemed to be a good thing, but in fact it lost the biggest feature of dream practice.
No danger.
In the past, no matter how he practiced reversely, practiced smoothly, or combined the techniques in the dream, there was no danger, because in reality he was safe and sound.
nowadays……
The sense of security when practicing martial arts in dreams is very important.
Liang Qu pondered for a while and thought of a possibility: Can the mirage's dream fog regulate itself?
The thought was passed to the mirage through the spiritual link, and the mirage said that he could give it a try.
It has only evolved for one day, and many of its abilities are yet to be fully understood.
The abdomen bulged, the mirage held it in for a while, and then blew out white smoke.
So for the next whole day, Liang Qu, except for breakfast, lunch and dinner, spent the rest of the time "sleeping" in the bedroom.
Waking up from a dream for the eighth time.
The mirage was tired and lying on the ice platform. It tried to spray out white steam, but it only coughed twice and nothing came out.
Not a drop left.
The mirage's dream mist, like Ah Wei's venom, requires special organs to produce. If you spray it several times in a row, you will be unable to spit it out and will have to rest for a while.
In the past, Liang Qu used it once, or at most twice, a day, and there was no shortage of it. Unlike today, where the consumption gap is so huge.
Seeing that there was no inventory left in the mirage, Liang Qu let it have a good rest.
After a whole day of "dream" testing, he had roughly understood the situation.
Dream Mist can be adjusted.
The situation was even more complicated than Liang Qu imagined.
High-quality "dream mist" not only allows thinking to reflect reality to a certain extent, but also changes the flow of time.
Originally, he slept for five hours, but in his dream, four days passed, and time flowed nearly ten times faster.
In high-quality dreams, the difference in time flow speed is even greater, reaching nearly twelve times.
That is to say, if you sleep for five hours, five days can pass in your dream!
What follows is that he wakes up more tired and has a headache.
On the contrary, in low-quality dreams, thinking cannot be fed back to reality, and the mental burden is lighter.
He can still make wild attempts in the dream, but the flow of time will decrease and return to ten times the original speed.
According to Mirage, it only adjusted the concentration of the white mist it sprayed, and did not add or subtract any ingredients to it.
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If the upper and lower concentration limits are measured by time flow rate, they are approximately between eight times the flow rate and thirteen times the flow rate.
What happens if the concentration continues to increase?
Liang Qu's thinking is divergent.
The reason why there is a difference in the speed of time between dreams and reality is not because some magical power can manipulate time, but essentially because of the difference in the speed of thinking.
The speed of thinking in dreams is much faster than in reality.
Because of this, many people often have situations where several days have passed in their dreams, but only two hours have passed in reality.
The concentration of twelve times the flow rate is enough for thinking to have an impact on reality. If the concentration continues to increase, can it go further, have a greater impact, and achieve true "sleepwalking"?
At that time, everything you do in the dream will be reflected back to yourself in reality...
There is more than ten times the flow rate difference between the mind and the body.
Liang Qu thought of a famous scene for no reason - bullet time.
In his eyes, the enemy's movements are as slow as a turtle crawling?
The attack has not yet reached you, but ten ways to deal with it have already appeared in your mind?
"It's not easy."
Liang Qu frowned.
The ideal is plump, the reality is skinny.
When thinking about achieving the effect of killing people ten times faster, there are two problems that need to be solved urgently.
The first is the concentration of dream fog. The concentration must reach a level where dream behavior can be fully reflected in reality.
The second is how to know the external situation in dreams.
The concentration issue is easy to solve, and upgrading the mirage itself is the most reliable method.
In addition to extraction and refining, if it is impossible to collect the white mist of the mirage, find an alchemist to condense it into pills.
The second point is very difficult. Liang Qu knew nothing about the external environment in his sleep and was unable to respond appropriately to the external situation.
We need to open a window between dreams and reality...
Liang Qu glanced at the "Ear Recognition Method" in his hand.
The five senses are ears, eyes, nose, tongue, and body.
The sixth consciousness is awareness.
The seventh consciousness is latent consciousness.
The eighth consciousness is seed consciousness.
Consciousness, subconsciousness...
Liang Qu repeatedly thought about the eight consciousnesses mentioned by the old monk, and it seemed that there was a voice in the dark telling him that consciousness and subconsciousness were the key to opening a window between dreams and reality.
If the idea was really successful, would he have created a unique martial art?
"Killing in My Dreams"?
Don’t plant trees when you’re not in the smoke of war, don’t raise trees when you’re not going to hunt tigers.
Liang Qu found that he had inadvertently planted a small sapling, but the seed could barely be buried in the soil and not even a bud had sprouted.
Even if the external brain is powerful enough, it is still unknown whether the idea can be realized. There is no need to invest too much energy in the illusory possibility for the time being. The top priority is to seize the moment and take one step at a time.
Liang Qu stood up and opened the window, and the starlight poured in like a sea wave. It was indeed a bright starry night tonight.
The night breeze carrying the fragrance of plants blew away the stuffiness in the house, and the month-long rainy season finally showed signs of stopping.
sleep!
Sleeping and dreaming is not a good rest at all.
I practiced in my dream one night, and spent another day exploring it during the day.
Liang Qu didn't have a good rest for two days and one night and was very sleepy.
The next morning, the sun slanted on the water waves.
The beaver family started working again, and a large amount of sawdust was piled up into a small mountain.
The little beaver hugged it with its paws, collected the gnawed sawdust, buried it in the pit dug under the bush, and filled it with wet mud.
Wulong swayed behind its butt, jumping back and forth with its two front legs, following every step.
In just a few days, Oolong became close to the Heli family.
After Liang Qu finished his morning exercise, he took more than 20 lotus leaves with Mingmu root and rode up Chishan to Pingyang County.
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