Big dreamer

Shen Luo hurriedly straightened up from the water, glanced around, then looked inside the boat for a long time, and then slowly immersed his body back into the water, his face a little gloomy.

He seemed to have accidentally gotten into trouble, releasing something he shouldn't have.

Shen Luo frowned, raised his hand and gently touched the tooth mark on his right shoulder, and found that there was no pain at all, and the skin there did not break or bleed, as if the tooth mark had been painted on.

But he clearly remembered that before he fell into coma, his right shoulder was indeed bitten by the ghost-headed skeleton, and he even clearly remembered the coldness when the teeth touched his skin.

Shen Luo thought for a moment, then picked up some river water, sprinkled it on the tooth mark, and rubbed it with a little force. The result was that the surrounding skin only turned a little red, and there was no other change.

The dark red color on the tooth mark seems to be caused by blood stasis, and I don't know if it can be eliminated after a period of time.

Shen Luo thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he had to give it up temporarily.

He waited until most of the hot feeling in his body had faded away. He grabbed the edge of the stern with both hands and exerted force on his arms, trying to use the strength to climb back onto the boat.

Who could have imagined that as soon as he exerted force on his side, the entire stern of the boat suddenly sank as if it had been hit by a huge boulder, and was directly buried under the water, while the bow of the boat, connected to half of the hull, was raised high. Pointed to the sky.

Inside the cabin, there was a "dinging" sound, and various things inside slid backwards.

Fortunately, Shen Luo had quick eyes and quick hands. He quickly lifted up the stern of the boat that he had pressed down, and then the tilted bow fell into the water again, causing waves to splash and ripple on the water surface.

"How is this going?"

Shen Luo gently supported the swaying hull of the boat, looking straight at his hands with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Then, he turned around and faced the fast-flowing river on the other side. He raised a palm, exerted a little force, and slammed it towards the water.

There was a dull sound on the river, and it was as if a boulder weighing several hundred kilograms had been smashed into the river. The water suddenly became turbulent, and the waves swelled, pushing a wave of several feet high upstream against the current.

The water wave jumped several feet away before its strength weakened and fell into the river again. However, there was a deep whirlpool left where his palm hit, and it gradually disappeared after a few breaths.

"How did my strength... become so strong?" Shen Luo stared at his palms, still feeling incredible.

He walked around the hull of the ship and climbed onto the rocky beach. He saw that the cables used to fix the ship's bow had been broken by the force of the bow. In order to prevent the ship from being washed away, he added another He quickly tied it up again.

Shen Luo turned around and looked around on the rocky beach for a while. He saw a stone the size of a human head on the ground with a fairly flat surface, so he squatted down next to it.

I saw him stretching out his palm, making gestures on the stone, and suddenly gave a soft drink in his mouth, and then slapped it down with his palm.

There was a crisp sound of "pop"!

Shen Luo frowned, his palms felt a little painful, and he immediately took them back.

He lowered his head and glanced at the stone. A layer of floating dust on it was knocked off, leaving a clear slap mark, but the stone itself did not change at all.

Shen Luo rubbed his palms and stood up slowly, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Click"

But when he was about to turn around and go back to the boat, a slight sound suddenly came from his feet.

He frowned slightly, leaned down and touched the stone lightly with his hand. On the seemingly intact stone, spider web-like cracks appeared and shattered into pieces.

Shen Luo's eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the gravel on the ground and rubbed it gently. The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

When he first entered the Spring and Autumn Temple, Tian Tiesheng showed his "Qingyang Hand" in front of him. The scene of his palm slapping the stone table has always been deeply remembered by him. His current strength is definitely not inferior to that.

"What is going on? What happened when I passed out?" Shen Luo became more and more confused.

"Could it be that……"

A guess suddenly appeared in Shen Luo's mind that he had never dared to think about before.

In order to verify this guess, he quickly sat down cross-legged, hugged Yuan with his hands in front of him, and silently recited the formula of Xiaohua Yang Kung in his heart, and the power of Yang Gang in his body was mobilized and started to operate on its own.

The moment he moved his skills, the red light immediately surged between his hands, and solid red threads about three inches long emerged from them, densely intertwined with each other, like a dragon shuttle, forming a huge ball.

The red ball exuded bursts of warm, even scorching breath. In just a few breaths, the water vapor all over Shen Luo's body was evaporated, and his clothes were dried by the heat.

After ten breaths, Shen Luo suddenly took a deep breath, and the red threads surrounding him surged back and sank directly into his mouth and nose, making his entire face blush.

When the red light disappeared from his face, Shen Luo lowered his arms and slowly opened his eyes.

An irrepressible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly jumped up to a height of more than ten feet. When he landed, he stepped on a pebble and made a muffled "bang" sound.

"Strength is full, muscles and bones are light, Yang Qi condenses outward like the red sun, and Gang Qi is restrained, the face reflects the red clouds. This is the state of perfection." Shen Luo clasped his hands tightly and murmured the words "Xiao Huayang Gong" in his mouth. Content.

All the changes on his body at this moment all prove one thing: his Little Yang Transformation Kung Fu has actually been perfected!

"It's perfect, it's perfect... Haha, it's actually perfect!" He couldn't help but jump up again, raised his arms and shouted.

However, as soon as he moved, he felt a dull pain in the meridians all over his body.

This pain made him suppress the excitement in his heart, and he began to lower his head and think about why he suddenly rose to perfection from the beginning of Xiaoyang Hua Gong overnight.

"Is it because of that ghost-headed shadow?" Shen Luo subconsciously glanced at the tooth marks on his shoulder again.

It was after he was bitten by the ghost that he passed out and became like this when he woke up. The only possible reason he could think of was this.

But why is this happening, I have no clue.

However, no matter what, the completion of this small yang transformation skill is a great good thing.

According to Master Fengyang's inference, this means that he has a few more years to live.

As long as he can obtain the qualifications to practice the "Pure Yang Sword Art" during this period, or learn something from the "Unknown Heavenly Book", he is likely to extend his life again, and there is even hope of truly embarking on the path to immortality!