Chapter 274: Further sublimation?

A ray of moon appeared in the clouds. It was a fish-scale sky, with waves of cloud patterns filling the deep blue night sky.

Liang Qu sat cross-legged on a rock in the water, picking up the afterglow of the enlightenment brought by the dragon-slaying, and further deduced his own martial arts and techniques.

His martial arts talent doubled, proving that the basis of the doubling has not changed, and he is still the same as before.

But from one to two, and now to three, it is still a huge leap. Even if it is increased by half a point, how many people would not want it?

Liang Qu's own talent is not bad. Not to mention excellent, at least good, and after doubling, he can surpass most people.

Now it has tripled, and with the afterglow of the dragon-slaying, he can even perceive the agility of his own thinking.

The overall planning of martial arts and learning have burst out countless ideas, and more possibilities are outlined in the collision.

The whole night passed in a flash.

The sunlight penetrated the water layer, covered the eyelids, and awakened Liang Qu who was in enlightenment.

He came back to his senses, and a huge mental fatigue emerged, his face was bloodless, and his cheeks were slightly sunken.

Sleepy, hungry, tired, all kinds of negative states came up one after another.

Brain power is also physical power, and it even consumes more than ordinary physical work.

People can't work naturally without strength, but their brains can keep working until they faint. For this reason, every time they finish dream training with mirage worms, they not only can't get a rest, but will become more tired.

A whole night of deduction and progress overdrawn Liang Qu's body, and he felt weak.

Returning to the courtyard from the underground river, Liang Qu went into the kitchen to find food.

Pots, baskets, pots, empty.

No, nothing.

There is no refrigerator at home. Things go bad quickly on Binghuo days. Every day, the vegetables are all fresh goods bought by Aunt Zhang on the same day. There is only a jar of raw rice in the kitchen, and there is no stock at all!

Liang Qu went back to the bedroom and took a few pieces of silver and ran outside. Seeing a peddler selling buns passing by the door, he threw out a tael of silver and snatched the basket.

The vendor was startled when he received the silver, thinking it was some starving ghost, but it turned out to be Liang Qu, and he was very surprised.

"Mr. Liang! What's wrong with you? Be careful, it might burn you."

"No problem."

"Mr. Liang, do you want some water? The buns are choking me. I'll get you some." The vendor took out a large porcelain bowl from another basket.

Liang Qu bit the buns and waved.

The vendor ran out immediately, and when he came back, he had a large white porcelain bowl filled with water in his hand: "Your well water was given to me by a young man, it's clean."

Liang Qu took the bowl and drank it in big gulps to relieve the burning of the buns.

After drinking, the vendor went to get it again, this time he brought a large pottery jar, which was not light, and he was sweating and panting from running.

Liang Qu recognized that it was his own jar, and thought that Fan Xinglai had given it to him. He drank the cool well water and ate one basket after another. After eating all the two baskets, he finally recovered.

The vendor looked at the empty bamboo basket and smacked his lips. With so many buns, someone else would have died of bloating.

Liang Qu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the vendor's purse.

"You don't have any less."

"Not less, not less, more. My meat bun is three cents each, and the vegetable bun is two cents each. You gave me one or two taels, and I have them on me..."

"It's OK as long as there is nothing missing. No need to change."

"Thank you, Mr. Liang for the reward." The vendor was pleasantly surprised and asked carefully, "Will you eat it in the future? If you do, I will make more tomorrow and send it to your house?"

"You are smart." Liang Qu laughed, "Today's situation is special, and it's not that I think your buns are so delicious, so I will do this and that in the future."

The vendor was a little disappointed, but still respectfully sent Liang Qu away.

It was convenient. They were sold out as soon as they came out.

The peddler stuffed the silver happily and took the empty basket home.

"Huh!"

Liang Qu returned to the courtyard, his head was dizzy.

The physical hunger and thirst were mostly relieved, but the mental sleepiness was still there, and he was reluctant to sleep.

After a sleep, the aftertaste of the dragon-slaying in the sea of consciousness would certainly dissipate greatly, but if he didn't sleep, he might not be able to comprehend more in this state.

Liang Qu kept weighing the pros and cons, thinking and thinking, and fell asleep sitting on the tree pond in the courtyard.

Fan Xinglai saw it, but didn't dare to disturb him.

He heard from the storyteller that there was a martial emperor in the past, who had a high level of cultivation and was especially good at killing people in dreams. A confidant covered him with a quilt, but he was killed by a sword in his dream. After waking up, he regretted it and cried bitterly and buried him.

Fan Xinglai didn't know if Liang Qu would cry for him, but he was only in his teens and hadn't married yet.

Coincidentally, the old monk in the west wing came out.

Fan Xinglai came forward and greeted: "Master, what happened to my master?"

The old monk shook his head: "Nothing serious, young donor, go and do your work."

Fan Xinglai thanked him and went to cut grass to feed the horse.

The old monk looked Liang Qu up and down.

His clothes were neat and there were no wounds. He didn't seem to have fought with anyone, which was strange.

He looked so haggard all night, could it be...

He closed his eyes and listened.

"The Yuanyang has not been lost, how strange..."

In the evening.

The sun was setting in the west, the courtyard was red, and the shadow of the tree fell on Liang Qu's face.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, facing the setting sun, and couldn't help squinting.

After a while, Liang Qu realized what happened.

This is good, no need to choose.

Closing his eyes and thinking back, the scene of the Sichuan Lord killing the dragon really lacked a lot of charm, and many places became blurred.

"It's a pity that the mirage worm can't create dreams..."

The Lord of the River slaying the dragon was extraordinary, Liang Qu wanted to replicate it early on, but the mirage worm has its limits after all.

It's no problem for it to replicate a spring thunder in a dream, but it's really difficult for the Lord of the River to slay the dragon.

Even if it can imitate it, it doesn't have the slightest charm at all, it's just an empty shell, and has no effect.

"It's better to have it than not to have it."

After dinner, Liang Qu grabbed the remaining charm and continued to observe.

For the next few days, he stayed at home.

He didn't report to the Hebo Office, didn't go to the martial arts hall, just stayed at home, observing the increasingly dwindling residual charm.

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 it is 5 feet 65, an inch more, reaching the level of 1.88 meters!

It is estimated that the fusion of the Lord of the River has accelerated it again.

"It's almost grown to the top."

Liang Qu was touched by Senior Brother Lu when he was refining a spear before, and the limit given was between 5 feet 6 and 5 feet 7.

Later, he went to the medical clinic to study medicine, and with the increase in his knowledge of martial arts, he knew that his height was almost the top, and he would only grow about half an inch longer.

That evening.

Beavers and otters were busy building boats. Liang Qu was practicing in the sunlight on the plank road leading to the pond in the third courtyard. His body was covered with a layer of deep red, and his shadow was stretched out on the wooden board.

The setting sun tilted, the red light dimmed, and then turned black, and night fell.

[If you get a wisp of red air, if you merge it with the essence of ten thousand water marshes, you will give birth to a spirit fish, which can be sublimated and favored. ]

Another wisp of red air!

"It is indeed collected every ten days."

Liang Qu's eyes were bright.

The first wisp of red air was obtained on the evening of the tenth day of Binghuo Day. At the same time, ten days later, it was exactly the twentieth day of Binghuo Day.

This is the case twice, it is not a coincidence.

It's a pity that Binghuo Day is going to end.

Liang Qu frowned.

There is only one Binghuo Day a year, and it lasts about twenty-three or twenty-five days.

This year, if I am lucky and encounter three days in the sky, maybe I can get a wisp every ten days, otherwise it will be a wisp every twenty days?

If it takes three days of flying to collect red qi, it is even more unlucky, and it will take more than 20 years to collect it.

"There should be more than red qi, there should be other qi, otherwise it will be too much of a burden."

Communicate with Ze Ding.

The spirit fish needed for the Emperor of Sichuan to sublimate again has become two, and Yinglong and Tianwu are still one.

One strand of red qi is not enough.

"Save it first."

The Emperor of Sichuan has gained too much, which makes people unforgettable.