Chapter 275: Further sublimation?

Chapter 275: Further sublimation?

Chapter 275: Further sublimation?
A line of moon appeared in the clouds. It was a fish-scale sky, and waves of cloud patterns filled the deep blue night sky.

Liang Qu sat cross-legged on a rock in the water, picking up the lingering insights brought by slaying the dragon, and further deducing his own martial arts and techniques.

The martial arts talent has doubled, proving that the basis for the doubling has not changed, and I am still the same person.

But from one to two, and now to three, it is still a huge leap. Even if it is an increase of half a point, how many people would be eager to do so?
Liang Qu's own talent is not bad. If not excellent, it is at least good. If it is doubled, he can surpass most people.

Now it has tripled, and with the lingering effect of slaying the dragon, he can even feel the agility of his own thinking.

The overall planning and study of martial arts has generated countless ideas, and the collisions have outlined more possibilities.

The whole night passed in a flash.

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

When he came to his senses, he felt extremely tired, his face was pale and his cheeks were slightly sunken.

Sleepiness, hunger, fatigue, all kinds of negative states came up one after another.

Mental strength is also physical strength, and it even consumes more than ordinary physical work.

People naturally cannot work if they have no strength, but their brains can keep working unless they faint. Therefore, every time they finish dream training with mirage insects, they not only fail to get rest, but become more tired.

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

After returning to the courtyard from the underground river, Liang Qu went into the kitchen to find something to eat.

The pots, baskets, and pans were all empty.

No, none at all.

There is no refrigerator at home, and food goes bad quickly on Bing Fire days. Every day, all the vegetables we eat are fresh ones 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 his bedroom, took some change and ran outside. He saw a peddler selling buns on a shoulder pole passing by the door. He threw out a few pieces of change and snatched the basket.

The peddler was shocked when he took the silver, thinking it was some starving ghost, but he was surprised to find it was Liang Qu.

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

"No problem."

"Mr. Liang, would you like some water? It's choking on the buns. 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 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 sensation of the buns.

After drinking, the vendor went to get it again. This time he came back with a large clay jar, which was quite heavy. He ran so hard that he was sweating and panting.

Liang Qu recognized that they were his own jars, and thought that Fan Xinglai had given them to him. He drank the cool well water and ate one basket after another. After finishing both baskets, he finally regained his energy.

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

Liang Qu let out a long sigh and looked at the vendor's purse.

"You don't have any."

"Not less, not less, more. My meat bun costs three cents each, and my vegetable bun costs two cents each. You gave me enough, and that's all I have on me..."

"As long as there is nothing missing, there is no need to look for it."

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

"You are quite clever." Liang Qu laughed, "Today's situation is special. It's not that I think your buns are so delicious. I don't know what to do in the future."

The peddler was a little disappointed, but still respectfully saw Liang Qu off.

It’s convenient, it’s sold out right after it came out.

The peddler happily stuffed the silver into the basket and carried the empty basket home.

"call!"

Liang Qu returned to the courtyard, feeling dizzy.

The physical hunger and thirst were mostly relieved, but the mental drowsiness remained and I was reluctant to sleep.

After a good night's sleep, the afterglow of the dragon-slaying power in the sea of ​​consciousness would surely 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, and as he was thinking, he fell asleep while sitting on the tree bed in the courtyard.

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

He had heard from a storyteller that there was once an Emperor Wu, who was highly accomplished and was especially good at killing people in his dreams. A close confidant of his was covering him with a quilt, but was killed by him with a sword in his dream. After waking up, he felt extremely remorseful and cried bitterly, and had a grand funeral.

Fan Xinglai didn’t know whether Liang Qu would cry for him, but he was only in his teens and had not yet married.

Just then, the old monk from the west wing came out.

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

The old monk shook his head and said, "It's nothing serious. Go and do your work, young donor."

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 tidy, and he had no wounds. He didn't look like he had fought with anyone, which was strange. He looked so haggard after just one night. Could it be that...

He closed his eyes and listened.

"The Yuan Yang has not been lost, how strange..."

evening.

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

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

After a while, Liang Qu realized what had happened.

Now it’s good, no need to choose.

Closing my eyes and thinking back, the scene of the Lord of Sichuan slaying the dragon indeed lacked a lot of charm, and many parts became blurry.

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

The Lord of Chuan was so miraculous in slaying the dragon that Liang Qu had long wanted to replicate it, but mirage worms have their limits after all.

It was no problem for it to replicate a spring thunder in its dream, but it was really difficult for the Lord of Sichuan to slay the dragon.

Even if it is imitated, it will not have any charm at all. It is just an empty shell and has no effect.

"It's better than nothing."

After dinner, Liang Qu seized the remaining charm and continued to watch.

For the next few days, he stayed at home.

He did not report to the Hebo Station or go to the martial arts school. He just stayed at home and watched the dwindling remnants of music.

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 1.88 meters!

I guess it was Emperor Chuanzhu who urged the fusion again.

"It's almost grown to the end."

When Liang Qu was refining a spear before, Senior Brother Lu touched his bones and gave him a limit of between five feet six and five feet seven.

Later, he went to a clinic to study medicine. As his knowledge of martial arts grew, he realized that his height had almost reached its limit and he would only grow about half an inch taller.

This 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. A layer of deep crimson flowed around his body, and his shadow was stretched out very long on the wooden board.

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

[If you obtain a wisp of red energy and merge it with the essence of ten thousand water bodies, you will give birth to a spirit fish, which can sublimate and be favored. ]

Another ray of red air!
"It really takes ten days to collect one strand."

Liang Qu's eyes sparkled.

The first ray of red energy is obtained in the evening of the tenth day of Binghuo Day. The same time point, ten days later, is exactly the twentieth day of Binghuo Day.

If this happened twice, it's not a coincidence.

It’s a pity that the Bing Fire Day is about to end.

Liang Qu frowned.

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

If I'm lucky this year and encounter three days in the sky, maybe I can get a ray of light once every ten days, otherwise it will be once every twenty days?
It would be even more unfortunate if it takes three days of flying in the air to collect the red energy, as it would take more than twenty years at a time.

"There should be more than just red energy, there should be other energy, otherwise it would be too much of a burden."

Communicate with Ze Ding.

The spirit fish needed for Emperor Chuanzhu's further sublimation became two, while Yinglong and Tianwu remained one.

A wisp of red air is not enough.

"Save it first."

The Lord of Sichuan has gained so much that it is unforgettable.

After dinner, Liang Qu practiced at home.

The charm of the Lord of Sichuan killing the dragon disappeared into nothingness, and tonight might be the last night.

However, life always has unexpected things.

"Is there a water monster causing trouble?"

In the hall, Li Libo, who was brought in by Fan Xinglai, nodded vigorously.

(End of this chapter)