The magic of turning into black smoke was learned by Mu Yan in Riddle's memory, a type of black magic that allows people to turn into semi-physical black smoke and gain the ability to fly.

This kind of black magic will cause erosion to the caster's soul to a certain extent, but judging from Mu Yan's current soul strength, this erosion is not as fast as his soul healing.

It had only been five or six minutes, and the magic power in Mu Yan's body had been consumed by as much as half.

He landed in a low grove, strode under a tree, and pulled out a stone slab from his body that was safely guarded, enveloping the small area he was.

The sky had become dark, the sound of birdsong had become scarce, and the woods, which had little light transmission, had become gray.

Mu Yan took out the Book of Memories from his pocket without pause, spread it out in front of him with both hands, took a deep breath, and stared intently at the blank pages.

Gradually, his eyes began to glow blue, and lines of handwriting and images appeared on the blank pages of the Book of Memories at a rapid pace.

After about ten minutes, Mu Yan slowly closed his eyes, and the rapidly flashing blue light flowed under his eyelids, and then gradually fell silent.

Whew-

With a long exhale, Mu Yan raised his head.

The reason why he left the wooden house in such a hurry was not because of how much time Yunlou was, but because he suddenly noticed that the memories that had been copied from Daoist Qingmu in his mind had begun to dissipate!

These memories that don't belong to him can't stay in his brain for long, even if they apply Occlumency! If he couldn't record some important things in time, then he would have lost a lot of money just by consuming the materials for casting spells this time.

Fortunately, he had now recorded his major practice "Three-Element Spirit Rune Sutra" in Kiyoki Daochang's memory, as well as the secret method "Eel Transformation Decision" that caused him to mutate into a monster, as well as several formations and runes that he remembered most deeply and thoroughly, and several formations and runes that he remembered most thoroughly and thoroughly.

Although these are much inferior to the memories of direct viewing, they are still preserved.

Mu Yan knew very well that the remaining days of the Qingmu Daoist were at most tonight, with the bottomless nature of that guy in Yunlou, they would definitely not leave him behind after asking the Qingmu Daoist about other things tonight, after all, there was such a master who had exterminated human nature, and no one dared to guarantee that he did not do anything to the Qingmu Daoist.

As for what you want to ask, since you can ask Daoist Qingmu, why did you let Mu Yan explore his memory...... Isn't this nonsense? Compared with Mu Yan, it is obvious that Mu Yan is more credible.

……

By the time I got back to Luojiazhuang, it was completely dark.

Mu Yan walked into the small building, opened the formation, and cautiously observed whether there were people around.

After making sure that nothing was out of the ordinary, he opened the deception cellar and walked down.

The torches in the basement have been changed once, and Mu Yan, who has no long-term plans to operate here, has not arranged a fluorescent flickering formation for it, and now the materials have been used less and less, if you don't save a little bit, it is estimated that it will not be able to hold out to the end of the main quest!

At this time, the weasel spirit was squatting in a corner and gnawing on the salt-baked chicken feet given to it by Mu Yan with a happy face, with his back to the direction of the exit, and he didn't even notice Mu Yan approaching silently.

"Looks like you've been doing a good job these days!" Mu Yan's voice suddenly sounded behind it.

"Master!" The weasel spirit was excited, turned around and lay on the ground, and his ass was still pouting.

"I don't know which person taught the posture...... Mu Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, but quickly straightened his face and said:

"You pick up where you left off! What do you bear king want the man who fell off the cliff? ”

"It's not just that man, as long as it's a beautiful man, King Bear!" It seems that after a few days of getting along, the weasel spirit is no longer as cringe as it was at the beginning.

"Beautiful man?" Mu Yan raised his eyebrows, this was a possibility he hadn't expected at all.

"Why do you kings want beautiful men? What ceremonies are held? He asked, confused.

"Uh...... No, no, no! The weasel spirit was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said: "My king Xiong likes beautiful men, and there are several beautiful men in our cave, and those are all the king's...... ......"

He thought about it, as if he couldn't remember the strange word.

"Favorite concubine?" Mu Yan looked at it with a strange expression.

"That's right! Favorite concubine! You are so knowledgeable host! "The weasel spirit took a sycophant by the way.

Mu Yan was stunned in place for a few seconds, as if he was struggling to digest the news that this painting style was extremely abnormal.

"You bear king...... Is it a mother? He spoke with some difficulty, feeling as if he was asking in some strange direction?

"No, King Xiong is a male!" The weasel spirit answered as a matter of course.

Mu Yan looked at it, thinking of the kneeling posture with his ass cocked high before, and suddenly felt a pain in his brain......

"No, no, I thought of some strange direction, I just wanted to know a little more about that bear demon......" he rubbed his temples and said:

"You give me more details...... No, you don't need to go into details, you can tell me what other hobbies you bear king has! ”

"Our king likes beautiful men, likes to watch beautiful men dance in different clothes, likes to eat roasted beautiful men, likes to fight with beautiful men, likes to ...... with beautiful men in the nest"

"Stop! Stop! Mu Yan stopped this increasingly crooked topic in time, and looked up to the sky and sighed.

It was only at this time that his sense of imbalance towards Mo Wuyi who could survive in this situation finally disappeared, and he even felt a little pity in his heart.

Going to that kind of place, for a straight man of steel like him, it is estimated that it is more uncomfortable to live than to die!

After calming down, Mu Yan said calmly: "I mean...... Your other hobbies of the Bear King! Other hobbies! A hobby other than a beautiful man! Got it? ”

"Understood, understood......" The weasel nodded repeatedly, and then thought about it carefully:

"King Xiong also loves to eat goose hearts, love to drink, love to recite Buddhist scriptures, and love ......"

"Wait!" Mu Yan stopped it again, and asked with a strange expression: "Love to recite Buddhist scriptures?" ”

The weasel spirit nodded blankly.

"What the hell is this?" Rao is Mu Yan couldn't help but curse in his heart at this time.

A drink and eat meat is still ...... The near-male monster actually loves to recite Buddhist scriptures?

Is there any mistake?

But suddenly, when he first entered this world, several monks sitting at a table not far away, as well as the Buddha statue he had seen dug up from the ground of the Zhuangzhu's Mansion in the memory of Kiyoki Daochang.

I was stunned for a moment.

The reason why he told Yunlou that he solved the Zhuang Lord's Mansion was because he saw this suspicious scene in the memory of Daoist Qingmu.

Now as soon as the weasel spirit said that King Xiong likes to read Buddhist scriptures, he immediately thinks of these.

“…… How do you feel about what kind of horror it is? Mu Yan scratched his head, feeling as if he had dug up something extraordinary.

"What scripture is your king reciting?" He asked, frowning, rubbing his brows.

The weasel spirit thought about it carefully: "It seems to be ...... What is that...... Mahaprajnaparamita? ”

As soon as the weasel spirit's words fell, Mu Yan's hairs stood up!

Rest assured, this bureau is not ready to write.