Chapter 182: Crash Course

"Grass!"

Liang Qu sat up abruptly, touching his neck.

Intact.

Waves slapped against the hull, and the mooring ropes loosened and tightened, firmly restraining the pleasure boat.

The white fat worm lay on the table, rolling from one end of the table to the other, rising and falling with the water waves.

A-Wei crawled on the edge of the ship, its metal-like foot joints firmly gripping the wooden board, its body rising and falling with a low-flying water bird, its double wings stretched out from the scales trembling lightly.

"It was a dream..."

Liang Qu let out a long breath, touched his forehead, covered in cold sweat.

Everything in the dream was vivid; it was too damn real, and his neck was faintly aching.

He looked up at the skyline; the sun was still hiding a part of itself under the river surface.

The time in the dream was indeed longer than in reality, much longer!

"Again!"

The Mirage Insect received the order, rolled to the edge of the table, moved its abdomen, and sprayed wisps of white smoke.

Pavilions and towers appeared and disappeared.

On the edge of the ship, A-Wei suddenly disappeared, the low-flying water bird let out a scream and fell into the water, spreading circles of ripples.

Water beasts are tired of eating, and occasionally they have to change their taste.

Desert flying sand, bow drawn like a full moon.

One arrow after another flew out like meteors, the arrow targets exploded, the sand gathered, and it turned into new good targets.

One arrow after another floated by his hand.

All Liang Qu needed to do was to keep drawing the bow and keep calibrating.

The dreamland created by the Mirage Insect is very special.

The sand and dust filling the air, the collapse of sand dunes, the friction sound of particles colliding—everything was exactly the same as the real world.

Ordinary dreamlands would never have such clear details.

The arrows and arrow targets appearing out of thin air one by one clearly proved that he was in a dreamland.

The expansion and contraction of muscles, the operation and flow of qi and blood, the rhythm of breathing, the fatigue after each bow draw.

All were reflected in Liang Qu's mind one by one.

Archery, it was really improving!

The sun gradually rose, and the rise and fall of the water waves intensified silently.

A large crocodile over four meters long floated on the water, its pupils fixed on the drifting pleasure boat. Just as it was about to approach, a terrifying aura rose from beside it.

The Bu Neng Dong with two horns on its head floated in the water, quietly watching the crocodile flee in a panic, and stretched out its claws to scratch its butt.

The golden wheel was slightly west, and Liang Qu sat up from the ship's cabin, clutching his head; the headache was killing him.

Killed by Liu Jie again...

Liu Jie on land and underwater were two completely different people, and his strength was several times stronger, and he couldn't beat him without controlling water.

Liang Qu took out the compass and compared the angle between the sun's direction and the compass's direction.

"Between the first and third quarter of the Shen hour, the deviation will not exceed three-quarters of an hour.

I slept for five hours, and nearly four days passed in the dream, a flow rate of nearly ten times."

Confirming the time flow rate, Liang Qu turned over and took out the profound iron bow; the moment he held the big bow, he felt inspired, and the feeling in the dream completely overlapped with reality, and the feeling was completely different.

After stringing it, he took out five ordinary arrows, pulled the long string as thick as a thumb, and stared at the water bird flying in the sky.

The intense sound of breaking the air rang out in one piece.

The arrows brushed past the water bird's wings, and the strong airflow caused it to lose balance; before the water bird could adjust its position, the second one pierced through its chest.

The broken feathers fluttered and drifted, left and right, without touching the water surface, and several water birds let out screams one after another.

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

Plop, plop.

Pale red blood flowers bloomed on the water surface.

The bird flock gathered together to forage fled everywhere.

The bloody smell spread along the water flow, and several carnivorous fish competed to snatch it, swallowing the dead water birds clean.

Liang Qu swung his arms; he didn't draw the bow fully, but shooting five arrows in a row still consumed a lot of physical strength.

Five arrows, four water birds fell on the water surface.

Except for the slight difference in feeling between the first arrow's illusion and reality, the remaining four arrows helped him overlap all the training results in the dreamland into reality in an instant.

The dreamland created by the Mirage Insect is truly extraordinary; using it for beautiful dreams is truly a waste of heaven's gifts.

The continuity of archery feeling is very important.

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

Even if wealthy families have people to send arrows and servants to pick up arrows, they cannot avoid the time difference in changing targets.

Training in a dreamland, none of these are needed.

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

The influencing factors are only the hand shaking caused by one's own physical strength, causing deviations in feedback.

Liang Qu didn't know how many arrows he had shot in the four days in the dreamland, but there were definitely thousands.

Under accelerated thinking, he could clearly see the trajectory after each arrow was shot, and the adjustment for the next arrow was reflected in his heart.

Liang Qu suspected that even with equal time and equal conditions, the effect brought by training in a dreamland would be better than in reality.

In reality, there is no such clear thinking control at all.

Perfect training ground.

Perfect sparring partner.

The training objects for ordinary people, except for stakes, sandbags, are only senior brothers and masters feeding moves.

At most, spend money to brush "living stakes"; where has there ever been such generous conditions as Liang Qu?

Unscrupulous, no need to worry about one's own death in a life-and-death fight!

The regret is that Liang Qu can only "mold" people he has personally fought in the dreamland.

Those he hasn't seen, such as Xu Yuelong and others, cannot be molded at all.

And there is an expected disadvantage.

He didn't sleep well at all!

Using dreamland training, the spirit cannot get the relief and relaxation of normal sleep.

It is exactly the same as the feeling of sleeping, dreaming all the time, and feeling full of sleepiness when waking up the next day.

"Can't use it too much; practicing for two or three hours a day is about enough; any more is torture."

Two or three hours, ten times the flow rate is more than two days.

One day of training three days more than others, accumulating over time, can completely pull others apart.

"Picked up a treasure; I'll call you Fat Worm from now on."

Liang Qu patted the Mirage Insect.

The Fat Worm's feeling was unexpectedly good; its body was cold and cool, and it bounced up and down like jelly when patted.

There are all kinds of strange things in the water; don't know what other good things are on the toad's side.

Liang Qu began to look forward to the next transaction.

"The tower ship has been done; I have to change to another ship and make a warship."

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

"Splash."

Water splashes scattered, and the fat catfish and the fist arrived one after another, carrying several big fish heads onto the ship.

The four beasts evolved once, and their strength was on par with Galloping Horse martial artists; dealing with monsters that were generally only equivalent to ordinary martial artists was easy, so there was no need for Liang Qu to follow them specifically.

Now he shakes his boat every day, and when the time comes, several water beasts bring fish heads back, and the small merit is in hand.

"Work finished!"

Liang Qu took the fish heads and left by boat. ===== CHAPTER 183 =====