Quick Method
"Grass!"
Liang Qu suddenly sat up and touched his neck.
Intact and undamaged.
The waves crashed against the boat, the ropes tightening and loosening, firmly restraining the vessel.
The Fat Worm lay on the table, rolling and undulating with the water's waves, from one end of the table to the other.
Awei clung to the edge of the boat, his metallic feet gripping the planks firmly. His body rose and fell with the low-flying waterbird, his wings, which emerged from his scales, fluttered gently.
"It was a dream..."
Liang Qu breathed a sigh of relief, touched his forehead, and found it covered in cold sweat.
Everything in the dream was so vivid, it was so damn real, and my neck is throbbing slightly.
He looked up at the horizon; the sun was still partially hidden beneath the surface of the river.
Time in dreams is indeed much longer than in reality!
"Again!"
Upon receiving the command, the Mirage Worm slid to the edge of the table, thumped its abdomen, and exhaled wisps of white smoke.
The pavilions and towers are partially hidden from view.
Along the edge of the boat, Awei suddenly disappeared, and the low-flying water birds cried out in pain as they plunged into the water, spreading ripples in circles.
The Water Beast got tired of their usual food and needed a change of pace.
Desert sands fly, bow drawn to its fullest extent.
One arrow after another shot out like meteors, shattering the target and gathering the sand to create new, good targets.
One arrow after another floated to the surface beside him.
What Liang Qu needs to do is to keep firing and keep calibrating.
The dreams created by Mirage Worm are very special.
The air was filled with dust, sand dunes collapsed, and the sound of particles colliding and rubbing against each other—everything was just like the real world.
Ordinary dreams would never have such a clear sense of detail.
One arrow after another, appearing out of thin air, along with a target, clearly proved that he was in a dream.
The contractions and relaxations of muscles, the circulation of Qi and Blood, the rhythm of breathing, and the fatigue after each draw of the bow.
All of these images were vividly etched into Liang Qu's mind.
His archery skills have definitely improved!
As the sun rose higher, the waves on the water began to surge more violently than ever before.
A Giant Crocodile, over four meters long, floated on the water, its eyes fixed on the drifting boat. Just as it was about to approach, a terrifying aura rose from its side.
The creature with two horns on its head floated Cannot Move in the water, silently watching the Giant Crocodile flee in panic, and then scratched its rear end with its claws.
As the Golden Wheel began to slant slightly westward, Liang Qu sat up from the cabin, clutching his head, his head throbbing with pain.
He was killed by Liu Jie again...
Liu Jie on land is a completely different person from the one underwater. His strength is several times greater, and you simply can't beat him without Water Control.
Liang Qu took out his Compass and compared the angle between the sun's direction and the Compass direction.
"Between 1:45 and 3:45 in the Shen Time hour, the deviation will not exceed 3:45."
I slept for five hours, but in my dream, almost four days passed—nearly ten times the normal flow rate!
Having determined the flow of time, Liang Qu turned over and took out the Black Iron Bow. The moment he grasped the bow, a sudden inspiration struck him, and the feelings in his dream completely overlapped with those in reality, with a completely different feel.
He nocked the arrows, fired five ordinary arrows, pulled back the thick, thumb-sized strings, and stared at the water birds flying in the sky.
A series of intense whooshing sounds filled the air.
The arrow grazed the waterbird's wing, creating a strong gust of wind that threw it off balance. Before the waterbird could adjust its position, a second arrow pierced its chest.
The broken feathers fluttered and fell to the left and right, never touching the water's surface, and several water birds cried out in distress.
With their terrifying speed, the sharp arrows had no chance of penetrating the waterbirds' bodies, leaving only a finger-sized bloody hole in each bird.
Thump, thump.
Pale red blood flowers bloomed on the water's surface.
The flock of birds that had gathered together to hunt scattered in all directions.
The smell of blood spread with the current, and several carnivorous fish fought over it, devouring the dead waterbird.
Liang Qu swung his arms, and even though he hadn't fully drawn the bow, firing five arrows in a row still consumed a great deal of his strength.
Five arrows, and four water birds fell onto the water.
Aside from the slight difference in feel between the first arrow and the real one, the remaining four arrows instantly helped him superimpose all the training results from his dream onto reality.
The dreamscape created by the Mirage Worm is truly extraordinary; using it for pleasant dreams would be a waste.
Maintaining a consistent feel for archery is extremely important.
When ordinary people practice archery, they need to prepare arrows, change targets, and pick up arrows. After a while, they need to let the bow rest to avoid excessive fatigue.
Even in Fugui families, where someone would hand out arrows and servants would pick them up, the time difference in changing targets was unavoidable.
Training in dreams eliminates all of these requirements.
All you have to do is draw your bow and shoot an arrow.
The only contributing factor is physical exhaustion leading to hand tremors, which causes a deviation in feedback.
Liang Qu didn't know how many arrows he shot during the four days in his dream, but it was definitely over a thousand.
With his mind racing, he could clearly see the trajectory of each arrow after it was shot, and he could mentally prepare for the next arrow.
Liang Qu suspected that even with equal time and conditions, the effects of training in dreams would be better than in reality.
In reality, there is no such clear control over one's thoughts.
A perfect training ground.
The perfect sparring partner.
For ordinary people, apart from stakes and sandbags, their training partners are only fellow disciples and their Master giving them sparring.
It's not that you can afford to spend money to create "raw stakes" (illegible characters), but you've never had such favorable conditions as Liang Qu.
A fight to the death, where there is no fear of death and no need to worry about one's own life!
Unfortunately, Liang Qu could only "create" people he had personally fought against in his dreams.
Those who have never been seen before, such as Xu Yuelong and others, cannot be portrayed at all.
And there is also an expected drawback.
He didn't get any sleep at all!
Using dream training does not provide the mental relaxation and relief one experiences during normal sleep.
It's exactly the same feeling as when you sleep, dream all the time, and wake up feeling drowsy the next day.
"You can't use it too much. Two or three hours a day is about right. Any more than that would be torture."
Two or three hours, ten times the flow rate is equivalent to two days.
If you train three days more than others every day, over time, you can completely outperform them.
"I've struck gold! From now on, I'll call you Fat Worm."
Liang Qu pats the Mirage Worm.
The Fat Worm felt surprisingly good to the touch; it was cool to the touch and bounced up and down like jelly when patted.
The treasures in the water are incredibly diverse; I wonder what other wonderful things the Toad has on its side.
Liang Qu began to look forward to the next deal.
"We've already built the warship; we need to change to a new one, a warship."
Liang Qu needs to think things over carefully. While letting Liu Quanfu and the others rest for a few days, he should finalize the details of the next Ship Model.
"Splash."
Splashing water, the Fat Catfish and the Fist arrived one after another, carrying several Big Fish aboard.
After a round of evolution, the four beasts are now as strong as a galloping Galloping Horse Martial Master. They can easily deal with Spirit Monster that are only equivalent to ordinary Martial Artist, so there is no need for Liang Qu to follow them around.
Now he goes out on the boat every day, and when the time comes, several Water Beast return carrying fish heads, and he gets his Minor Merit.
"Knock off!"
Liang Qu took the fish head and left by boat.