A ray of moon appeared in the clouds. It was a fish-scale sky, and waves of clouds filled the dark blue night sky.
Liang Qu sat cross-legged on a rock in the water, picking up the aftertaste of understanding brought about by killing the dragon, and further deduced his own martial arts and techniques.
The martial arts talent has tripled, which proves that the basis for the doubling has not changed, and he is still his original self.
But from one to two, now to three, it is still a huge leap. Even if it is an increase of half a point, how many people can only dream of it?
Liang Qu's own talent is not bad. Not to mention excellent, he is at least good. After doubling his talent, he can surpass most people.
Now three times, through the lingering sound of killing the dragon, I can even notice the agility of my own thinking.
Coordinating martial arts, learning bursts out countless ideas, and the collision outlines more possibilities.
The whole night passed quickly.
The sunlight penetrated the water layer and covered the eyelids, awakening Liang Qu in his realization.
When he came back to his senses, he felt tremendous mental fatigue, his face was completely drained of color, and his cheeks were slightly sunken.
Sleepy, hungry, tired, all kinds of negative states come up one after another.
Mental power is also physical power, and it even consumes more than ordinary physical work.
People naturally can't do any work if they don't have the strength, but their brains can keep spinning without fainting. For this reason, every time they use mirage to do dream training, not only will they not get any rest, but they will become even more exhausted.
The whole night of deductions and progress overtaxed Liang Qu's body, causing him to feel weak.
Returning to the courtyard from the underground river, Liang Qu got into the kitchen to look for food.
Pots, baskets, pots, all empty.
No, not at all.
There is no refrigerator at home, and things go bad very quickly during Binghuo. Every day’s food is freshly bought by Aunt Zhang that day. There is only one jar of uncooked rice in the kitchen, and there is no inventory at all!
Liang Qu went back to the bedroom, took a few pieces of silver and ran outside the house. When he saw a vendor selling buns passing by the door, he threw out a couple of pieces of silver and grabbed the basket.
The hawker was shocked when he took the silver, thinking it was some starving ghost. He never thought it was Liang Qu and was greatly surprised.
"Master Liang! What's wrong with you? Hey, be careful I burn you."
"It's okay."
"Master Liang, do you want some water? The buns are very choked. I'll get you some." The vendor took out a large porcelain bowl from another basket.
Liang Qu bit the bun and waved his hand.
The vendor immediately ran out, and when he came back, he had a large white porcelain bowl filled with clean water: "The well water in your home was brought in by a young man. It's clean."
Liang Qu took the bowl and drank heavily to relieve the burning sensation of the buns.
After drinking, the vendor went to pick it up again. This time he came back with a large clay pot, which was heavy. He was sweating and panting.
Liang Qu recognized the jar as his own, and it must have been given to him by Fan Xinglai. He drank the cool water from the well, made one basket after another, and finally regained his energy after finishing both baskets.
The vendor looked at the empty bamboo basket and smacked his lips. There were so many buns that would have swelled to death if anyone else had them.
Liang Qu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the vendor's money bag.
"You don't have it."
"No, no, no, a lot, and more. I have meat buns for three cents each, and vegetable buns for two cents each. You gave me one or two cents, so I have it with me..."
"As long as it's not missing, there's no need to look for it."
"Thank you Master Liang for the reward." The hawker was overjoyed and asked cautiously, "Master Liang, will you still eat it in the future? If you want to eat it, I will make more tomorrow and deliver it to your house."
"You are quite clever." Liang Qu laughed, "This situation is special. I don't think your steamed buns are delicious, so what should I do in the future?"
The hawker was a little disappointed, but still respectfully sent Liang Qu away.
It's convenient, it sold out as soon as it came out.
The hawker stuffed his money happily and picked up the empty basket to go home.
"call!"
Liang Qu returned to the courtyard, his head feeling dizzy.
The physical hunger and thirst were mostly relieved, but the mental sleepiness was still there, and I couldn't bear to sleep.
After a long sleep, the aftertaste of Killing the Dragon in the sea of consciousness will definitely dissipate significantly, but if you don't sleep, you may not be able to comprehend more in this state.
Liang Qu kept weighing and thinking, and fell asleep sitting on the tree pond in the courtyard.
Fan Xinglai saw it and didn't dare to disturb him.
He heard that the gentleman who wrote the book once said that once upon a time there was a martial emperor who had a high level of cultivation and was especially good at killing people in his dreams. He had a crony who covered him with a quilt, but they were all killed by him with a sword in his dream. When he woke up, he regretted it and cried bitterly and was buried.
Fan Xinglai didn't know if Liang Qu would cry for him, but he was only more than ten years old and had no desire to marry his mother-in-law.
By chance, the old monk from the west wing came out.
Fan Xinglai stepped forward and said hello: "Master, what happened to my master?"
The old monk shook his head: "It's nothing serious. Donor, please go and do your work."
Fan Xinglai thanked him and went to cut grass to feed the horses.
The old monk glanced up and down Liang Qu.
The clothes are neat and there are no wounds. It doesn't look like he is fighting with someone, but it is strange.
Being so haggard all night, could it be...
He closed his eyes and listened.
"Yuan Yang has not been lost, how strange it is..."
evening.
The sun was setting in the west, the courtyard was ablaze with red, and the shadows of the trees fell on Liang Qu's face.
His eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened them, facing the setting sun, and couldn't help but squint.
After a while, Liang Qu realized what happened.
Now it’s okay, you don’t have to choose.
Closing my eyes and thinking back, the scene where Lord Sichuan beheaded the dragon really lost a lot of its charm, and many places became blurry.
"It's a pity that mirages can't create dreams..."
The Lord of Sichuan's killing of dragons was so miraculous that Liang Qu wanted to re-enact it early on, but there are limits to the mirage after all.
It's no problem to let it reproduce the rolling spring thunder in the dream, but it's really difficult for the Lord of Sichuan to kill the dragon.
Even if it is imitated, it has no charm at all. It is just an empty shell and has no effect.
"It's better than nothing."
After dinner, Liang Qu grasped the remaining charm and continued to observe.
For the next few days, he stayed home.
I didn’t go to the Hebo Institute to report or go to the martial arts gym. I just stayed at home and watched the increasingly rare remnant.
During this period, Liang Qu made an unexpected discovery.
He has grown taller!
Before, his height was 5 feet 55, about 1.85 meters, but now he is 5 feet 65, one inch more, reaching 1.88 meters!
It is estimated that the fusion of the Emperor of Sichuan has prompted another wave.
"It's almost reached its end."
Brother Lu had touched the bones of Liang Qu before when he was refining a spear, and the limit given was between five feet six and five feet seven.
Later, he went to a medical clinic to study medicine, and as his knowledge of martial arts increased, he realized that he was almost at the height of his head, and would only be about half an inch taller.
This evening.
Beavers and otters were busy building boats. Liang Qu was practicing in the sky on the plank road leading to the pond from Sanjinyuan. A layer of deep crimson flowed all over his body, and the silhouette of the figure stretched extremely long on the wooden board.
The setting sun tilts, the red light dims, then turns dark, and night falls.
[Get a ray of red energy, and if it merges with the essence of ten thousand waters, a spiritual fish will be born, which can be sublimated and admired. 】
Another ray of red energy!
"As expected, one wisp is collected every ten days."
Liang Qu's eyes flashed.
The first ray of red energy is received on the evening of the tenth day of Binghuo Day. At the same time, ten days later, it happens to be the twentieth day of Binghuo Day.
If it happens both times, it's no accident.
It's a pity that Binghuo Sun is about to disappear.
Liang Qu frowned.
There is only one Binghuo day in a year, and its duration is almost twenty-three or twenty-five days.
If you are lucky this year, if you encounter a three-day volley, maybe you will get one ray every ten days, otherwise it will be one ray every twenty days?
It would be even more unlucky if it takes three days of volleying to collect red gas, and it would take more than twenty years to do so.
"It should not only be red energy, but also other energy, otherwise it would be too burdensome."
Communicate with Zeding.
The number of spiritual fish needed for Emperor Sichuan to ascend again became two, while Yinglong and Tianwu were still one.
A ray of red energy is not enough.
"Save it first."
The achievements of Emperor Sichuan are so many that it is unforgettable.
After dinner, Liang Qu practiced at home.
The charm of Sichuan Master's killing of dragons disappeared into nothing, tonight may be the last night.
However, life always has its surprises.
"Is there a water monster causing trouble?"
In the hall, Li Libo, who was introduced by Fan Xinglai, nodded vigorously.
