"Grass!"

Liang Qu sat up abruptly and touched his neck.

Intact.

The waves crashed against the hull, and the rope loosened and tightened, firmly restricting the boat.

The white fat worm lay on the table and rolled along the waves, rolling from one end of the table to the other.

Ah Wei crawled on the edge of the boat, his metal-like feet firmly grasping the plank, his body undulating with a low-flying waterfowl, his wings jutting out of his scales.

"It's a dream......

Liang Qu breathed a long sigh of relief, touched his head, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Everything in the dream is vivid, the truth of the special mother, and the pain in the neck is faint.

He looked up at the skyline, where the sun was still partially hidden under the river.

The time in the dream is really longer than the reality, much longer!

"Come again!"

The mirage received the order and rolled to the table, agitating its abdomen and spitting out wisps of white smoke.

Pavilions loom in the background.

Along the edge of the boat, Awei disappeared, and the low-flying waterfowl screamed miserably and fell into the water, spreading out a circle of ripples.

The water beast eats a greasy taste, and occasionally has to change the taste.

……

The desert flies in the sand, and the bow opens to the full moon.

One arrow after another flew out like a meteor, the target exploded, the sand gathered, and it became a new good target.

One arrow after another floated in hand.

What the beam needs to do is to keep opening the bow and keep calibrating.

The dreams created by mirages are very special.

The sand and dust in the air, the collapse of the dunes, the grinding of particles colliding, everything is as real as it is in the real world.

Ordinary dreams never have such a clear sense of detail.

One after another, the arrows and targets that appeared out of thin air clearly proved that he was in a dream.

The relaxation and ups and downs of the muscles, the flow of qi and blood, the rhythm of breathing, and the exhaustion after each bow pull.

All of them were reflected in Liang Qu's mind.

Archery is really improving!

……

The sun is rising, and the waves are silently intense.

A large crocodile with a body length of more than four meters floated on the water, its eyes staring at the drifting boat, and just as it was about to approach, a terrifying aura rose from its side.

The firstborn with two horns couldn't move and floated in the water, quietly watching the predator flee in a hurry, stretching out his claws and scratching his buttocks.

The golden wheel was slightly inclined to the west, and Liang Qu sat up from the cabin with his head covered, with a terrible headache.

was killed by Liu Jie again......

Liu Jie on land and under the water are completely two people, and the strength has increased several times, and they can't be beaten at all if they don't control the water.

Liang Qu turned out the compass and compared the angle between the direction of the sun and the direction of the compass.

"Between one quarter and three quarters, the deviation will not exceed three quarters of an hour.

I slept for five hours, and in my dreams it took almost four days, nearly ten times the rate. ”

After determining the speed of time, Liang Qu turned over and took out the Xuantie Bow, and the moment he held the big bow, he was blessed to his soul, and the feelings in the dream completely overlapped with reality, and the feeling was completely different.

With the strings ready, he discharged five ordinary arrows, pulled the long strings as thick as his thumb, and stared at the waterfowl flying in the sky.

The sound of a fierce breaking of the air rang out.

The arrow grazed the wings of the waterfowl, and the strong air currents it brought up made it lose its balance, and before the waterfowl could adjust its position, the second one passed through its chest.

The broken feathers fluttered one after another, falling from side to side, without touching the water, and several waterfowl screamed one after another.

With the blessing of terrifying speed, the sharp arrows had no chance to stay in the body of the water birds, leaving only a finger-thick blood hole in each bird's body.

Puff, puff.

The surface of the water blooms with reddish blood flowers.

Flocks of birds that gather together to hunt flee in all directions.

The smell of blood spreads down the current, and several carnivorous fish compete to devour the dead waterfowl.

Liang Qu shook his shoulders, did not open his bow, and still consumed a lot of physical strength by shooting five arrows in a row.

Five arrows, four waterfowl fell above the water.

Except for the slight difference between the unreal and real feel of the first arrow, the remaining four arrows instantly helped him to overlap all the training results in his dream into reality.

The dreams created by mirages are truly extraordinary, and it is really tyrannical to use them for sweet dreams.

Continuity of archery feel is very important.

Ordinary people practice archery, need to prepare arrows, change targets, pick up arrows, and need to let the bow rest for a long time to avoid excessive fatigue.

Even if the rich and noble raise their hands and someone sends arrows, and the little guy picks up the arrows back and forth, it can't avoid the time difference in changing targets.

Training in dreams, none of this is needed.

The only thing to do is to draw the bow and shoot the arrow.

The only influencing factor is the hand tremor caused by the lack of physical strength, resulting in the deviation of feedback.

Liang Qu didn't know how many arrows he shot in the four days of his dream, and there were definitely thousands.

With his thinking accelerating, he can clearly see the trajectory of each arrow after it is shot, and the adjustment of the next arrow is reflected in his heart.

Liang Qu suspected that even if it was the same time and the same conditions, the effect of the dream training would be better than the reality.

In reality, there is simply no such clear control of the mind.

The perfect training ground.

Perfect sparring.

The training objects of ordinary people, except for stakes and sandbags, only the senior brothers, the master feeds the moves.

It's great to spend money on "raw piles", how can there be such favorable conditions as Liangqu?

No scruples, no need to worry about your own death!

It's a pity that Liang Qu can only "pinch" the people he has fought against in his dreams.

Those who have never seen it, such as Xu Yuelong and others, can't be shaped at all.

And there is an expected drawback.

He didn't get a good night's sleep at all!

With dream training, the mind is not soothed and relaxed during normal sleep.

It's the same feeling as sleeping all the time, dreaming, and waking up sleepy the next day.

"You can't use it more, it's about the same for two or three hours a day, and any more is torture."

Two or three hours, ten times the flow rate, is as much as two days.

Training for three days a day is more than others, and over time, it can completely blow up others.

"If you find a treasure, I'll call you a fat worm in the future."

Liang Qu patted the mirage.

The fat insect feels unexpectedly good, its body is cold and cold, and it bounces up and down like jelly when it is patted.

There are so many treasures in the water, I don't know what other good things are on the toad's side.

Liang Qu began to look forward to the next transaction.

"The building ship has been done, we have to change the ship and make a warship."

Liang Qu had to think about it carefully, and while letting Liu Quanfu and the others rest for a few days, he set the content of the next ship model.

"Whoa."

The water splashed scattered, and the fat catfish and fists came one after another, carrying a few big fish on the boat.

After a round of evolution, the strength of the four beasts is on the same level as that of the galloping horse martial artist, and they can deal with the spirits that are generally only equivalent to the level of ordinary martial artists.

Now he goes out of the boat every day and sways, and when the time comes, a few water beasts come back with fish heads in their mouths, and the small work is in hand.

"Call it a day!"

Liang Qu took the fish head and left by boat.