Chapter 375: A chill on the neck
Liang Qu's pupils dilated several times, his mind was highly focused, and the sound of the rolling waves outside the boat suddenly disappeared.
His eyeballs moved.
The raindrops outside the window slowed down dozens of times, and water droplets flashed from the clouds and fell into the dark swamp.
As long as he wanted, Liang Qu could focus on the movement trajectory of any drop of rain, extract it from thousands of rain lines, and make it clear.
His mind moved extremely quickly, without any stagnation, as if he was in a mirage dream, and he was completely separated from the flow of the world.
His eyes sank and looked inward.
The "Wansheng Baoyuan" Qi circulation is orderly, and it spreads into the limbs and bones with the circulation of the heavens, warming the whole body, and the mind and spirit are united, and he is content.
Liang Qu has practiced this method for quite some time, and has already understood the third level.
He closed his eyes tightly and began to experience the third level of concentration.
"Heaven and earth establish themselves with peace, guard with spirit, and rise with Tao."
"If you use spirit to control the city well, the gods will bless you."
Liang Qu silently recited the outline of the practice. When taking the morning dew insect, he was clear-headed and many unsolved puzzles turned into clouds and mist, dissipated without a trace, and made rapid progress all the way.
The orderly circulation of qi became agitated, gradually covering and flowing towards the more complex meridian range.
"The so-called preservation of spirit is not so many gods. This spirit is the original heart. It is nothing more than another kind of self-hypnosis, a deeper excavation."
Liang Qu had a thought in his mind.
Power will not appear out of thin air. If you want to give someone a bowl of water, you must have a tank of water yourself.
If things want to survive for a long time, they must not run at full capacity.
Without leaving any room, collapse is only a matter of time.
The core of "Wansheng Baoyuan" is to maintain the essence, qi and spirit of a person, so that they will not be consumed internally or escape externally, but will be filled in the body for a long time, embrace the body and become one, and use the heart to reason, and the yin and ming will be reflected in the sun, and the inner will get the essence of the Tao.
The first level of concentration is to make the mind and spirit coincide, without random thoughts or random thoughts.
The fewer thoughts, the more complete the spirit, the higher the concentration of doing things, the less consumption, and the higher the efficiency.
The second level of introspection is to go a step further, to see through the details and adjust oneself.
When it comes to the third level of preservation, the opposite changes will be derived.
No longer just saving, but releasing!
Driven by the mind, mobilize the limit that the body can bear!
The object of the preservation, no matter it is wind, rain, thunder and lightning, or the master martial saint, is just a switch and a target, allowing oneself to quietly move towards it!
As for what object to use for preservation and stimulate one's potential.
Liang Qu has already made a decision.
Chuanzhu!
Boom!
The moment the blood stopped at the center of his eyebrows, Liang Qu felt as if a thunderbolt had fallen from his heart, shaking him to pieces!
Crack, crack, crack!
The next moment, Liang Qu's body seemed to have lost control, and the friction and collision of his bones made dense and crisp sounds.
Strong sweat was squeezed and steamed from the pores all over his body, carrying the scalding heat and the unique rusty smell in the blood, which filled the entire cabin.
Swish!
The boiling of blood stimulated the riot of blood all over his body, and the whole cabin seemed to be dyed red after a cycle.
The Fubo hanging on the wall was still trembling, echoing with a clear and crisp sound, penetrating the rain curtain.
In the steering room.
The trembling of the spear was heard.
The hair of the otter who pushed the horizontal bar to control the direction of the Fu ship stood up.
The big beaver hugged his wife and children and curled up under the table.
Long Pinghe almost subconsciously touched the chilly neck.
Long Pingjiang felt something in his heart and looked up at the moon.
Under the hazy night, a figure suddenly penetrated the rain curtain and jumped onto the bow of the boat, with a long spear rolled back, and a long light flew from bottom to top, like moonlight flowing backwards.
As the silver light passed by, ripples seemed to be rippling in the void.
The power of a tsunami spread to his wrists, arms, shoulders and back, and in the blink of an eye, it exploded inside and outside Liang Qu's body.
The world was black and white for a moment, and it was not clear before it could be seen.
Bang!
The white light was ten feet long, the rain curtain retreated, and the whole swamp split silently, and it did not close for a long time.
For a long time.
The thick fog rolled.
The sound of rain reappeared.
The waves on both sides gathered and collided, breaking into white foam and rushing in all directions.
Liang Qu exhaled a long breath, staggered a few steps, fell straight back, and laughed at the sky.
Two experiences of killing dragons.
There is no better object for spiritual concentration than the Lord of the River!
It's done!
The otter on the mast looked down, turned over and jumped down, grabbed Liang Qu by the shoulder, and dragged him back to the cabin.
The dragon people in the big marsh were stunned, their long hair wet and sticking to their bodies.
The dragon people have all the meridians connected, and they are also natural cultivation seeds, and they can get the tricks of human martial artists.
Liang Qu is a dragon lurking in the abyss, one realm lower than the two of them, but Long Pingjiang just felt a fatal danger from Liang Qu!
Obviously, his power is not too exaggerated, but there is a sense of crisis facing natural enemies...
He is worthy of being the Dragon King!
The moonlight is flowing.
The fisherman stood with his feet apart, twisted his belt and threw out a large net.
The whole fishing boat was shaking and rippling.
The water waves broke the moonlight, and a black shadow under the water was reflected in the ups and downs.
The fisherman's hair stood on end, he rubbed his eyes and looked intently.
There was chaos under the water, where was the black shadow.
The fisherman squatted down carefully, holding the edge of the boat and looking around.
Silence.
After observing for a long time, the fisherman with a tense spine breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the dry biscuits and ate them with water to relax his nerves.
In the middle of winter, there was no fish near the shore of the swamp. He was really trembling with fear when he ventured out of the boat into the deep, fearing that some water monster would appear.
Too suspicious.
However, he looked far away.
The whole boat was as small as a grain of rice.
Under the calm and dark surface of the lake, a black shadow over a hundred feet long passed under the boat.
The dark green snake uttered a long letter, collecting the dissipated energy in the water. Suddenly, a chill passed over its neck, stirring up its heart.
The sudden impulse made the dark green snake curl up and lie on the bottom of the water, in doubt.
It felt like this again!
This summer, the sleeping snake had an impulse, as if it had lost something.
As a monster beast, it is so powerful that it would never have an impulse for no reason.
Without provoking enemies, it could only think of the two offspring it sent to the shallow water to look for the thieves in response to the call of the dragon.
The feeling of loss made the snake guess that one of its offspring was most likely killed and the possibility of survival was very small.
But the human race was powerful, and things had come to this point. At that time, it convinced itself in its heart that the monster beast would be noticed when it came ashore.
After all, he had three offspring, but he only sent out two, and they were not in the same place.
However, the summer impulse was just the beginning of the nightmare.
After that day, in winter, in the middle of winter, the same impulse came again!
Three times!
It is very difficult to reproduce offspring when the strength reaches the level of monsters. The big snake has only three offspring!
It is hard to imagine why he only sent out two, and he had three impulses in a row?
The snake was sent to search, but the cave of the big son who was supposed to stay in the deep water was empty. According to his subordinates, he had disappeared for several days.
The big snake did not dare to wait any longer, and hurried out of the deep water and came to the shallow shore to find the answer.
Who would have thought that before he even started looking, he caught up with the fourth time!
