The mirage worm was sleeping soundly on the ice platform. Liang Qu shook it awake. The mirage worm took a look at the light coming through the window paper and became confused. In the past, it only worked at night, why now it has to work during the day? The gods asked, and the mirage worm had to do it. It puffed its abdomen and spewed out white steam. The white steam turned into smoke, and pavilions and towers slowly emerged. Cranes flew low, and dreams lingered. Wake up again. An endless blue-gray color replaced the bedroom and appeared in front of him. Liang Qu stood on the top of the mountain and looked down. Thousands of treetops swayed in the wind, forming layers of waves.
The outside world. The mirage worm rolled over and changed its posture and was about to continue sleeping, but its back suddenly sank. It raised its head and looked at Liang Qu who got up from the bed, and its mind became more and more confused. So fast? Liang Qu squatted down: "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 sat up, and there was no other unusual movement. Liang Qu fell into deep thought. "It seems that only the simple thinking activities are affected, not sleepwalking. The movements in the dream cannot be reflected in reality. I don't know whether it is good or bad." The thunder talisman condensed in the dream and reflected in reality seems to be a good thing, but it actually loses the biggest feature of dream cultivation. No danger. In the past, no matter how to practice in reverse, forward, or combine the skills in the dream, there was no danger, because he was safe and sound in reality. Now... The sense of security in practicing martial arts in dreams is very important. Liang Qu pondered for a while and thought of a possibility. Can the dream fog of the mirage be self-regulated? The idea was transmitted to the mirage through the spiritual connection, and the mirage said that he could try it. It has only evolved for one day, and many abilities have not been fully understood. The abdomen bulged, the mirage held it for a while, and then spit out white smoke. So for the whole day, Liang Qu spent the rest of the day "sleeping" in the bedroom except for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Waking up from the dream for the eighth time. The mirage worm was already 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 worm, like Awei's venom, requires special organs to produce. If it is sprayed many times in a row, it will not be able to spit out, and it has to rest for a while. In the past, Liang Qu used it once a day, at most twice, and there was no shortage. It was not like today's consumption gap was so large. Seeing that the mirage worm had no stock at all, Liang Qu let it rest. After a whole day of "dream" testing, he had roughly understood the situation. The dream mist can be adjusted. The situation is even more complicated than Liang Qu imagined. High-quality "dream mist" can not only make the mind reflect reality to a certain extent, but also change the speed of time. Originally, he slept for five hours, and four days passed in the dream, and the speed of time was nearly ten times. In high-quality dreams, the difference in the speed of time is even greater, reaching nearly twelve times. That is to say, if you sleep for five hours, five days can pass in the dream! The situation that follows is that he will be more tired and have a headache after waking up. On the contrary, in low-quality dreams, thoughts cannot be fed back to reality, and the mental burden is lighter. He can still make wild attempts in dreams, but the speed of time will decrease and return to the original ten times speed. According to the mirage insect, it only adjusted the concentration of the white mist it spewed, and did not add or reduce any ingredients to it. Please visit the latest address If the upper and lower limits of concentration are measured by the speed of time, it is about eight times to thirteen times the speed. What if the concentration continues to increase? Liang Qu's thoughts diverge. The reason why there is a difference in the speed of time between dreams and reality is not that some great magical power can manipulate time, but essentially it is the different speed of thinking. The speed of thinking in dreams is much faster than in reality. Because of this, many people often experience that several days have passed in their dreams, but only two hours have passed in reality. The concentration of twelve times the flow rate is enough to make the mind affect the reality. If the concentration continues to increase, can it go further and have a greater impact, realizing the real "sleepwalking"? At that time, everything done in the dream can be fed back to the real self... The flow rate difference between the mind and the body is more than ten times. Liang Qu thought of a famous scene for no reason - bullet time.
The enemy's movements are as slow as a turtle in his eyes? The attack has not yet reached the front, and ten ways of dealing with it have already appeared in his mind? "It's not easy." Liang Qu frowned. Ideals are full, and reality is skinny. Thinking of achieving the effect of chopping people at ten times the speed, there are two problems that need to be solved urgently. One is the concentration of dream fog, the concentration must reach the level that the dream behavior can fully reflect the reality. The second is how to know the external situation in the dream. The concentration problem is easy to solve, and the advancement of the mirage itself is the most reliable means. In addition, extraction and refining, if it doesn't work, collect the white mist of the mirage insects and find an alchemist to condense it into pills. The second point is very difficult. Liang Qu knows nothing about the external environment during his sleep and cannot make appropriate responses according to the external situation. It is necessary 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 sense is consciousness. The seventh sense is potential consciousness. The eighth sense is seed consciousness. Consciousness, potential consciousness... Liang Qu pondered the eight consciousnesses mentioned by the old monk over and over again. It seemed that a voice in the dark told him that consciousness and potential consciousness were the key to opening a window between dreams and reality. If the idea really succeeded, would he be considered to have created a unique martial art? "I like to kill people in dreams"? Don't plant trees without entering the smoke of war, and don't raise trees without hunting tigers. Liang Qu found that he seemed to have planted a small sapling unintentionally, but the seed was barely buried in the soil, and even the buds had not sprouted. Even if the external brain is powerful enough, it is still unknown whether the idea can be realized. There is no need to invest too much energy in the illusory possibility for the time being. The most urgent task is to grasp the present and take one step at a time. Liang Qu got up and opened the window, and the starlight poured in like a tide. Tonight is really a bright starry night. The night breeze with the fragrance of plants blew away the stuffiness in the house, and the one-month plum rain season finally showed signs of stopping. Sleep! Sleeping and dreaming is not a good rest at all.
One night of cultivation in dreams, another day of exploration. Liang Qu didn't have a good rest for two days and one night, and was very sleepy. The next morning, the sun shone obliquely on the water waves. The beaver family started working again, and a large amount of sawdust from the gnawed wood piled up into a small hill. The little beaver hugged and collected the sawdust with its claws, buried it in the pit dug under the bushes, and filled it with wet mud. Wu Long followed behind its buttocks, jumping back and forth on its two front legs, following closely. In just a few days, Wu Long became one with the beaver family. After Liang Qu finished his morning exercise, he took more than 20 lotus leaves from the root of the dark wood and rode up Chishan to Pingyang County.