Chapter 242 My dear, I killed someone in my dream The mirage was sleeping soundly on the ice platform. Liang Qu shook it awake. The mirage took a look at the sunlight coming through the window paper and became confused. We used to only work at night, why do we have to work during the day now? The mirage had no choice but to obey the gods' request. It inflated its abdomen and spewed out white steam. The white vapor turned into smoke, and pavilions and towers slowly emerged. Cranes fly low, and dreams linger. Wake up again. An endless blue-gray color replaced the bedroom and appeared before my eyes.
Looking down from the top of the mountain at Liangqu Station, you can see thousands of treetops swaying in the wind, forming layers of waves. outside world. The mirage rolled over, changed its position and was about to continue sleeping when it suddenly felt a heaviness on its back. It raised its head and looked at Liang Qu who had just gotten up from the bed, becoming more and more confused. so fast? Liang Qu squatted down and asked: "Did I get up from the bed and do some strange movements just now?" The mirage shook its head. It didn't have time to fall asleep, and it was very clear that Liang Qu just lay down and then sat up, and there was no other unusual movement. Liang Qu fell into deep thought. "It seems that only the thinking activities are affected. It can't be called sleepwalking. The actions in the dream cannot be reflected in the reality. I don't know whether it is good or bad." The appearance of thunder talismans in the dream and its reflection in reality may seem like a good thing, but in fact it loses the greatest characteristic of dream cultivation. Non-hazardous. In the past, no matter how he practiced in reverse, forward, or combined the techniques in his dreams, there was no danger because he was safe and sound in reality. nowadays…… The sense of security when practicing martial arts in a dream is very important. Liang Qu pondered for a while and thought of a possibility: Can the dream fog of the mirage insect be self-regulated? The thought was transmitted to the mirage worm through the mental link, and the mirage worm said that he could give it a try. It has only evolved for one day, and many of its abilities are not yet fully understood. The abdomen of the mirage bulged, and it held its breath for a while before spitting out white smoke. So for the whole day, Liang Qu spent the rest of his time "sleeping" in his bedroom except for three meals a day.
Waking up from the dream for the eighth time. The mirage worm was already lying exhausted on the ice platform. It tried to spray out white steam, but it only coughed twice and nothing came out. Not a drop left. The dream mist of the mirage insect, like Awei's venom, requires special organs to produce. If it is sprayed out repeatedly, it will not be able to be spit out and it will have to rest for a while. In the past, Liangqu was used once or twice a day at most, and there was no shortage of water. The consumption gap is not as large as it is today. Seeing that the mirage worm had no food left, Liang Qu let it take a good rest. After a whole day of "dream" testing, he had a general understanding of the situation. Dream fog can be adjusted. The situation was even more complicated than Liang Qu had imagined. High-quality "dream fog" can not only make thoughts reflect reality to a certain extent, but also change the speed of time flow. Originally he slept for five hours, but in his dream four days passed, and the time flowed nearly ten times faster. In high-quality dreams, the difference in the speed of time flow is even greater, reaching nearly twelve times. That is to say, if you sleep for five hours, five days can pass in your dream! What followed was that he would wake up more tired and with a headache. On the contrary, in low-quality dreams, thoughts cannot be fed back to reality, and the mental burden is lighter. He could still make wild attempts in his dreams, but the speed of time would drop, returning to ten times the original speed. According to the mirage insect, it only adjusted the concentration of the white mist it spewed, and did not add or subtract any ingredients. If the upper and lower limits of concentration are measured in terms of time flow rate, they are approximately between eight times and thirteen times the flow rate. What happens if the concentration continues to increase? Liang Qu’s thinking is divergent. The reason why there is a difference in the speed of time flow between dreams and reality is not because of some great supernatural power that can manipulate time, but essentially it is the different speeds of thinking. The speed at which thoughts work in dreams is much faster than in reality. Because of this, many people often experience that several days have passed in their dreams, but in reality only two hours have passed. A concentration twelve times the flow rate is enough to make the mind affect reality. If the concentration continues to increase, can it go a step further and have a greater impact, achieving true "sleepwalking"? At that time, everything you do in your dream will be reflected in your reality... The flow rate difference between the mind and the body is more than ten times. Liang Qu suddenly thought of a famous scene - bullet time. The enemy's movements seemed as slow as a turtle in his eyes? The attack hasn't even reached you yet, but ten ways to deal with it have already appeared in your mind? "It's not easy." Liang Qu frowned. Ideal is plump, reality is skinny. In order to achieve the effect of killing people at ten times the speed, there are two problems that need to be solved urgently. The first is the concentration of dream fog, which must reach a level where the dream behavior can fully reflect reality.
The second is how to know the external situation in dreams. The problem of concentration is easy to solve, and the advancement of the mirage worms themselves is the most reliable means. In addition to extraction and refining, if that doesn't work, collect the white mist of the mirage insects and find an alchemist to condense it into pills. The second point is difficult. Liang Qu knows nothing about the external environment while sleeping and cannot make appropriate responses according to the external situation. We need to open a window between dreams and reality... Liang Qu glanced at the "Ear Consciousness Method" at hand. The five senses are ears, eyes, nose, tongue, and body. The sixth consciousness is consciousness. The seventh consciousness is the potential consciousness. The eighth consciousness is the seed consciousness. Consciousness, potential consciousness... Liang Qu repeatedly pondered the eight consciousnesses mentioned by the old monk. It seemed that a voice in the dark told him that consciousness and subconsciousness were the key to opening a window between dreams and reality. If the idea is really successful, can it be considered that I have created a unique martial art? "I like to kill people in my dreams"? Don't plant trees unless you are in a wolf's nest; don't raise trees unless you are hunting tigers. Liang Qu found that he seemed to have accidentally planted a small sapling, but the seed was barely buried in the soil and not even a sprout had grown. Even if the external brain is powerful enough, it is still unknown whether the idea can be realized. For the time being, there is no need to invest too much energy in the illusory possibility. The most urgent task is to grasp the present and take one step at a time. Liang Qu stood up and opened the window, and the starlight poured in like a tide. Tonight was indeed a bright starry night. The night breeze carrying the fragrance of plants blew away the stuffiness in the house, and the one-month rainy season finally showed signs of stopping. sleep! Sleeping and dreaming are not good ways to rest. Practice in dreams all night and explore all day. Liang Qu hadn't had a good rest for two days and one night and was very sleepy. The next morning, the sun shone obliquely on the waves. The beaver family started working again, and the large amount of wood chips they gnawed off piled up into a small hill. The little beaver gathered the wood chips it had gnawed into its paws and buried them in a hole it had dug under the bushes, filling it with wet mud. Wulong followed behind it, jumping back and forth on its two front legs, following closely. In just a few days, Wu Long became friends with the beaver family. After finishing his morning exercise, Liang Qu took more than twenty lotus leaves from the root of the dark wood and rode up Chishan Mountain to Pingyang County. (End of this chapter)