A ray of moon haunts the clouds, a fish-scale sky, with waves of cloud patterns lining the dark blue night sky.

Liang Qupan sat on the rock in the water, picking up the afterglow of comprehension brought by the chopping Jiao, and further deduced his own martial arts and techniques.

The martial arts talent has doubled, proving that the foundation of doubling has not changed, and it is still the original self.

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 can't ask for it?

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

Now three times, by cutting the aftertaste, you can perceive the agility of your own thinking.

The co-ordination of martial arts, learning bursts out of countless ideas, and more possibilities are outlined between collisions.

The night went by.

The sunlight penetrates the water layer and covers the eyelids, awakening the Liang Canal in understanding.

When he came back to his senses, he was so exhausted that his face was bloodless and his cheeks were slightly sunken.

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

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

People can't work naturally if they don't have the strength, but they can't faint, and their brains can keep turning, so every time they finish dream training with a mirage, instead of getting rest, they will be more tired.

After a whole night of deduction and progress, Liang Qu's body was overdrawn, and he was weak for a while.

From the underground river back to the courtyard, Liang Qu went into the stove to find food.

Pots, baskets, pots, empty.

No, the same none.

There is no refrigerator at home, things break fast on the day of the fire, and the vegetables eaten every day are all fresh goods bought by Aunt Zhang that day, and there is a jar of raw rice in the stove room, and there is no stock at all!

Liang Qu went back to the bedroom and took a few pieces of broken silver and ran outside the house, and saw a vendor selling steamed buns passing by at the door, throwing out one or two pieces of silver and grabbing the basket.

The peddler was startled when he took the silver, thinking that it was a starving ghost, but he never thought it was Liang Qu, and was greatly surprised.

"Master Liang! What's wrong with you, yo, be careful to burn you. ”

"That's fine."

"Master Liang wants to drink water, the buns are choking, I'll go serve you some." The vendor pulled out a large porcelain bowl from another basket.

Liang Qu bit the bun and waved his hand.

The peddler immediately ran out, and when he came back, the big white porcelain bowl in his hand was filled with clear water: "The well water in your house was let in by a small man, and it is clean." ”

Liang Qu took the bowl and drank it to relieve the hot taste of the buns.

After drinking, the vendor went to pick it up again, and this time he came back with a large clay pot, the weight was not light, and he ran so sweaty and out of breath.

Liang Qu recognized that it was his own jar, presumably Fan Xinglai gave it, he drank the cool well water, made one cage after another, and ate all the two baskets, and finally came back to strength.

The vendor looked at the empty bamboo basket and smacked his tongue, so many buns, if someone came to swell to death.

Liang Qu breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the vendor's money bag.

"You don't have it."

"A lot, a lot, a lot, I have three meat buns, two vegetable buns, you give one or two, and I have ...... with me."

"It's okay if it's not missing, you don't need to look for it."

"Thank you for your reward." The hawker was pleasantly surprised, and asked carefully, "Master Liang, will you eat in the future, do you want to eat, I will make more tomorrow and send it to the house for you?" ”

"You're smart." Liang Qu smiled, "This situation is special, and it's not that I think your buns are delicious, and what should I do in the future." ”

The peddler was slightly disappointed, but respectfully sent Liang Qu away.

It's convenient, and it was sold out as soon as it came out.

The peddler stuffed the silver and picked up the empty basket and went home.

"Whew!"

Liang Qu returned to the courtyard, his head groggy.

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

If you sleep, the afterglow of the chopping Jiao in the sea of consciousness will definitely dissipate greatly, but if you don't sleep, you may not be able to comprehend more in such a state.

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

Fan Xinglai saw it and didn't dare to disturb it.

He heard from the gentleman who told him that once upon a time there was a martial emperor, who cultivated to a high level, You Shan killed people in a dream, and a cronie covered him with a quilt, but he was killed by a sword in his dream, and he woke up with remorse and cried bitterly.

Fan Xinglai didn't know if Liang Qu would cry for himself, but he was only in his teens and didn't please his mother-in-law.

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

Fan Xinglai stepped forward to say hello: "Master, what's wrong with my master?" ”

The old monk shook his head: "It's not a big deal, the little donor should go and get busy." ”

Fan Xinglai thanked him and went to feed the horses by himself.

The old monk glanced up and down at Liang Qu.

The clothes are neat, there are no wounds, it is not like fighting with others, but it is peculiar.

I was so haggard all night, could it be......

He closed his eyes and listened.

"Yuanyang is not lost, strange and strange......"

Evening.

The sun was setting in the west, the courtyard was red, and the shade of the trees was cast on Liang Qu's face.

His eyelids twitched slightly, and he slowly opened them, facing the setting sun, and couldn't help but squint.

After a while, Liang Qu reacted to what had happened.

Now it's okay, no need to choose.

Closing his eyes and recalling, the scene of the Sichuan lord beheading Jiao really lost a lot of charm, and many places became blurred.

"It's a pity that mirages can't make dreams......"

The Sichuan lord is extraordinary, and Liang Qu wants to reproduce it early in the morning, but the mirage has a limit after all.

It's no problem to let it reproduce a spring thunder rolling in a dream, but it's really difficult for the Sichuan lord to cut the Jiao.

Even if it is imitated, it does not have the slightest charm at all, and it is an empty shell, which has no effect.

"Something is better than nothing."

Liang Qu had dinner, grabbed the remnants of Shen Yun, and continued to observe.

For the next few days, he stayed at home.

I didn't go to the river station to report, I didn't go to the martial arts hall, I stayed at home, and observed the less and less residual rhyme.

During this period, there was an unexpected discovery in Liangqu.

He's grown taller!

Before, his height was 5 feet 55, about 1.85 meters, but now he is 5 feet 65, an inch more, reaching the level of 1.88 meters!

It is estimated that it is the fusion of the Sichuan Lord and Emperor that has prompted another wave.

"It's almost the end of it."

Liang Qu had been touched by Senior Brother Lu before refining spears, and the limit given was between five feet six and five feet seven.

Later, he went to the medical hall to study medicine, and with the growth of martial arts cognition, he knew that he was almost at the end of his height, and he would be about half an inch long.

This evening.

Beavers and otters were busy building ships, and Liang Qu was bathing in the sky light at the plank road leading to the pond in Sanjin Courtyard, with a layer of deep crimson flowing around him, and the figures were stretched extremely long on the wooden planks.

The sun is tilting, the red light is dimmed, then it turns black, and night falls.

[Get a wisp of red qi, if it is fused with 10,000 water essences, you can give birth to a spirit fish, which can be sublimated and favored. 】

Another wisp of red air!

"Sure enough, it took ten days to collect a wisp."

Liang Qu's eyes were shining.

The first wisp of red qi is obtained on the evening of the tenth day of the day of the C-fire, and at the same point in time, ten days apart, it is exactly the twentieth day of the C-fire day.

It's not an accident that it's all done twice.

It's a pity that the day of the fire is going to disperse.

Liang Qu frowned.

There is only one fire day a year, and the duration is about twenty-three or twenty-five days.

If you are lucky this year, if you encounter a three-day volley, maybe you can only take a wisp in ten days, otherwise it will be a wisp in twenty days?

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

"There should be not only red qi, but also other qi, otherwise it will be too dragged down."

Communicate Zeding.

The spirit fish that the Sichuan Lord Emperor needed to sublimate again became two, and Ying Long and Tianwu were still one.

A wisp of red qi is not enough.

"Let's save it for now."

The harvest of the Sichuan Emperor is too much, which is unforgettable.

After dinner, Liang Qu practiced at home.

The charm of the Sichuan lord slashing Jiao dissipated into nothingness, and tonight may be the last night.

However, there are always surprises in life.

"There's a water monster making trouble?"

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