Chapter 274: Sublimate Again?

A line of moon appeared in the clouds; it was a fish-scale sky, with waves of cloud patterns filling the deep blue night sky.

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

Martial Dao talent increased by two times, proving that the doubling foundation had not changed; he was still his original self.

But from one to two, and now to three, it was still a huge leap; even if it increased by half a point, how many people would beg for it?

Liang Qu's own talent was not bad to begin with; not to mention excellent, at least it was good, and after doubling, it could surpass most people.

Now three times, borrowing the lingering rhyme of slaying the dragon, he could even perceive the agility of his own thinking.

The coordination and learning of martial arts burst out with countless ideas, outlining more possibilities in the collision.

A whole night passed in a flash.

Sunlight penetrated the water layer and covered his eyelids, waking Liang Qu from his realization.

He came back to his senses, a huge fatigue surging in his spirit; his face was bloodless, and his cheeks were slightly sunken.

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

Brainpower was also physical strength, and the consumption was even greater than ordinary physical labor.

If a person had no strength, they naturally couldn't do work, but if they didn't faint, their brain could keep turning; for this reason, every time he finished dream training with the Mirage Insect, he couldn't get rest, but instead would be more tired.

A whole night of deduction and progress had overdrawn Liang Qu's body, making him feel weak.

Returning to the courtyard from the underground river, Liang Qu drilled into the kitchen to find food.

The jars, baskets, and pots were empty.

Nothing, not a single thing.

There was no refrigerator at home, and things spoiled quickly on Binghuo days; every day, the vegetables were fresh goods bought by Aunt Zhang that day, and there was only a jar of raw rice in the kitchen, with no stock at all!

Liang Qu returned to the bedroom, took a few pieces of broken silver, and ran outside; seeing a vendor selling steamed buns passing by the door, he threw out a piece of broken silver and snatched the basket.

The vendor was startled when he received the silver, thinking it was some starving ghost, but he didn't expect it to be Liang Qu, and was greatly surprised.

"Master Liang! What's wrong with you? Oh, be careful, it's hot."

"Nothing."

"Does Master Liang want to drink water? The buns are very choking; I'll go get you some." The vendor took out a large porcelain bowl from another basket.

Liang Qu bit into a bun and waved his hand.

The vendor ran out immediately, and when he came back, he was carrying a large pottery jar, which was not light, making him sweat profusely and panting.

Liang Qu recognized it as his own jar; it must have been given by Fan Xinglai. He drank the cool well water and ate cage after cage, finishing both baskets, and finally regained his strength.

The vendor looked at the empty bamboo basket and clicked his tongue; with so many buns, someone else would have burst to death long ago.

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

"You don't have less."

"Not less, not less, even more; my meat buns are three wen each, vegetable buns are two wen each, you gave a full tael, I only brought..."

"As long as it's not missing, no need to find change."

"Thank you for the reward, Master Liang." The vendor was pleasantly surprised and asked carefully, "Master Liang, will you eat in the future? If you want to eat, I'll make more tomorrow and send them to your mansion specifically?"

"You are quite clever." Liang Qu laughed, "Today is a special situation, and it's not that I think your buns are delicious; what should be done in the future will be done."

The vendor was slightly disappointed but still respectfully sent Liang Qu away.

It was convenient; he sold out as soon as he came out.

The vendor happily tucked away the silver and carried the empty baskets home.

"Hoo!"

Liang Qu returned to the courtyard, his head dizzy.

The hunger and thirst in his body had been relieved by more than half, but the mental fatigue remained, and he was reluctant to sleep.

If he took a nap, the lingering rhyme of slaying the dragon in his sea of consciousness would definitely dissipate significantly; but if he didn't sleep, he might not be able to realize more in such a state.

Liang Qu kept weighing, and as he thought, he fell asleep on the tree pool in the courtyard.

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

He had heard the storyteller say that there was once a Martial Emperor who had profound cultivation and was especially good at killing people in dreams; a confidant covered him with a quilt, but was killed by him with a sword in his dream, and he regretted it bitterly after waking up, crying and burying him thickly.

Fan Xinglai didn't know if Liang Qu would cry bitterly for him, but he was only ten years old and hadn't married a wife yet.

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

Fan Xinglai stepped forward to greet him: "Master, what's wrong with my master?"

The old monk shook his head: "There is no major problem, little benefactor, go ahead and get busy."

Fan Xinglai said thank you and went to cut grass to feed the horses.

The old monk scanned Liang Qu up and down.

His clothes were neat, there were no wounds, and it didn't look like he had fought with anyone; it was quite peculiar.

To be so haggard in one night, could it be...

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound.

"The original Yang has not been lost, strange, strange..."

Evening.

The sun slanted west, the courtyard was crimson, and the tree shade fell on Liang Qu's face.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened them, facing the sunset, unable to help but squint.

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

That's fine now, no need to choose.

Closing his eyes to recall, the scene of the River Lord slaying the dragon really lost a lot of charm, and many places became blurred.

"It's a pity that the Mirage Insect can't create dreams..."

The River Lord slaying the dragon was extraordinary, and Liang Qu had wanted to replicate it early on, but the Mirage Insect ultimately had its limits.

It was no problem to replicate a rolling spring thunder in a dream, but slaying the dragon was truly difficult.

Even if it was imitated, it had no charm at all; it was just an empty shell with no effect.

"Having it is better than nothing."

Liang Qu ate dinner, grabbed the remaining charm, and continued to observe.

For the next few days, he didn't go out.

He didn't go to the River Patrol to report, didn't go to the martial arts hall, just stayed at home, observing the increasingly scarce residual rhyme.

During this period, Liang Qu had an unexpected discovery.

He grew taller!

Before, his height was five feet five and a half, about one meter eighty-five, but now it was five feet six and a half, an inch taller, reaching the level of one meter eighty-eight!

He estimated that the fusion of the River Lord Emperor had urged another wave.

"Almost grown to the end."

Liang Qu had his bones touched by Senior Brother Lu when he was refining a long spear before, and the limit given was between five feet six and five feet seven.

Later, he went to the medical hall to learn medicine, and with the growth of his martial arts cognition, he knew that his height had almost reached the end, and it would only grow about half an inch more.

This evening.

The beavers and otters were busy building boats, and Liang Qu was practicing in the sunlight on the boardwalk leading to the pond in the third courtyard, with a layer of deep red flowing all over his body, and his shadow stretched extremely long on the wooden boards.

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

【Obtain a wisp of crimson Qi; if merged with ten thousand Water Marsh Essence, a spirit fish will be born, which can sublimate the favor.】

Another wisp of crimson Qi!

"It really is one wisp collected every ten days."

Liang Qu's eyes revealed a bright light.

The first wisp of crimson Qi was obtained on the evening of the tenth day of the Binghuo day; at the same time, ten days later, it was exactly the twentieth day of the Binghuo day.

Both times were exactly the same, so it was not a coincidence.

It's a pity that the Binghuo day was about to dissipate.

Liang Qu frowned.

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

This year he was lucky to encounter three suns in the sky, perhaps that's why he could collect one wisp every ten days, otherwise it would be one wisp every twenty days?

If it required three suns in the sky to collect crimson Qi, it would be even more unfortunate, as it would be more than twenty years apart.

"There should be more than just crimson Qi, there should be other Qi, otherwise it would be too dragged down."

Communicate with the Ze Ding.

The spirit fish needed for the River Lord Emperor's further sublimation became two, while Ying Dragon and Tian Wu were still one.

One wisp of crimson Qi was not enough.

"Save it up first."

The harvest of the River Lord Emperor was truly too much, making people unforgettable.

After dinner, Liang Qu practiced at home.

The charm of the River Lord slaying the dragon dissipated, and tonight might be the last night.

However, life always has various accidents.

"Is there a water monster making trouble?"

In the hall, Li Libo, who was brought in by Fan Xinglai, nodded vigorously. ===== CHAPTER 275 =====

"Is there a water monster causing trouble?"

Inside the hall, Li Libo, who had been brought in by Fan Xing, nodded vigorously.