Since suffering a big loss at the hands of Voldemort and almost pretending to be forced to be killed, Mu Yan has become more and more cautious about the handling of his soul and memory.

But this doesn't mean that Mu Yan is afraid, once he was bitten by a snake for ten years, it is not his character to be afraid of the well rope, in his own words, as a wizard, if he doesn't even have the courage to practice and boldly verify, then what kind of wizard is he to be, it is better to find a temple to be a priest.

Therefore, after analyzing the current state of his soul, he decisively adopted this movie-watching method of reading his memory.

He had to thank Hogwarts for its comprehensive and liberal teaching system and Mr. Lockhart, the "most beautiful smile", who had taught him how to analyze problems from a wizard's point of view and advanced his knowledge of memory magic.

In the vast field of Soulology, most wizards (in the Harry Potter world) generally agree on one thing - blood is the foundation of everything!

Whether it is a half-blood wizard or a pure-blood wizard, the strength of the bloodline determines the total amount and limit of the magic power that can be produced in your body, and then the soul emerges from the bloodline, memory builds its core, and the spiritual power is only a derivative of the soul, which is the means by which the soul perceives the world, and it is also the skill of the wizard to manipulate the magic power.

However, Mu Yan does not fully agree with this view, and most of the credit for his ability to become a wizard is due to the knowledge gained in the world of the "Three Little Pigs".

In the world of the Three Little Pigs, the wizard inheritance in the Shadow Forest basically comes from the shadow wizard who destroyed the world at the beginning, and the legitimacy is self-evident.

In their knowledge system, the soul is the core of the wizard, although the spiritual power is also recognized as a derivative of the soul, but the talent that follows the awakening of the soul is the essential reaction of the soul, the bloodline is only a mutation under the influence of the soul, and magic is precisely the second thing.

These two points of view conflict with each other, whether the bloodline affects the soul or the soul affects the bloodline, with Mu Yan's current level, he can't judge who is right and who is wrong, but it does not prevent him from extracting the information he wants from it - memory builds the core of the soul!

This means that now that Riddle and Mu Yan's souls are completely integrated, the memory belonging to Riddle has become a part of his soul, and if he wants, he can insert it into his memory at any time and use it to construct his own soul, and there are basically no side effects (similar to the rejection reaction on the soul).

If it weren't for the fact that his real age was only twenty-five years old, Riddle's memories of sixteen years old would account for almost two-thirds of his age, and if he hastily fused it would easily have an impact on his personality (in fact, it had already had an impact), he had already fused all of Riddle's memories in the amusement park, after all, Riddle's memories contained all the magic he had before he was sixteen!

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The three-hour rest time passed in a hurry, and when Mu Yan opened his eyes again, the sky was not yet fully bright, but there was already a hoarse birdsong outside the window.

It was the neighing of crows, which had not been seen last night, but had become ubiquitous this morning.

Mu Yan casually cleaned his body with a cleansing spell, and then tried to do a few stretching exercises, and at the same time, a mental force quickly swept through his body, focusing on checking the muscle tissue that had been damaged due to excessive fatigue yesterday.

The result was as good as he had predicted, and although he had only rested for three hours, his magically conditioned body still responded to him with the fullest spirit.

"It's a good rest." He looked down at the indomitable little tent and smiled silently.

When the bedroom came out and turned a corner, it was the main hall of the house, where Mu Yan dissected the corpse of the pig demon yesterday.

In the course of one night, the blood on the table of the Eight Immortals and the ground had turned dark red and stepped on it, sticky as if it had just melted syrup.

A swarm of flies pounced on it, and as soon as Mu Yan came over, it turned into a black cloud and flew around, and the noisy people were annoyed.

Faced with this situation, Mu Yan raised his hand is a simplified flame spell, and after a fine crackling sound accompanied by a burst of scorching green smoke, the scene was suddenly much more refreshing.

The table of the Eight Immortals still maintains the appearance of yesterday, several pieces of skin that were cut last night are neatly stacked in a corner, and the two fangs of the pig demon are pressed on them.

This is what Mu Yan prepared last night, these two things are good alchemy materials, I don't know how much better than the stainless steel he exchanged in the amusement park, if he can make these two materials into alchemy equipment, then his chances of survival in this world will increase by a few percentage points.

After a few simple spells cleaned up the messy living room, Mu Yan walked out of the hut directly.

The direction is still north.

The fight continues!

Not everyone is like him who can enjoy a quiet night and then return to the battlefield slowly, most of whom fail to close their eyes all night, and some others sleep forever on this battlefield......

Fortunately, in a daytime, many monsters in other directions in the Zhuangzi were swept away, and a large number of people were drawn out of the village to rush to the north, supporting the defense line in time.

When Mu Yan arrived, the second line of defense was still as busy as last night, all kinds of shouts and hoars were mixed together, there were still rampant and hideous monsters outside the stone wall and wooden fence, and the torches in the dilapidated stone house were still not extinguished, but the men who shouted and scolded with blood on their faces were no longer the familiar faces of yesterday.

With a light sigh in his heart, Mu Yan straightened the expression on his face and walked quickly to the stone house.

As he approached, many sharp-eyed people had already seen him, and one after another voices began to call.

"The catechumens are here, the catechumens are here......"

"Divine doctor, help me! Help me......"

"Chief catechumen, my brother...... Fast...... It's almost gone, you ......"

"Brother Mu, quickly show me if I can still catch this foot......"

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Yesterday's afternoon of saving lives and helping the wounded made Mu Yan famous among these wounded, and all the people in the northern defense line knew that there was a Taoist chief in the doctor, as long as he continued to breathe, no matter if you had broken hands and feet or had severe poison in your body, they could snatch you back from the hands of King Yama, of course, it was common to not be able to get it back, but this was obviously not an important thing.

In this world where human life is like a mustard, it is difficult to control one's own life and death, how can he have time to take care of the life and death of others, not to mention that the ones that can be sent to Mu Yan are the existence that other doctors think must die, it is already a blessing to have a glimmer of hope for life in Mu Yan's hands, and who is qualified to complain about these?

Mu Yan nodded lightly to the people around him in response, but there was not much expression on his face, neither how rude nor intimate he was, this world had just begun, and he knew very well what kind of image he needed to establish in front of these five big and three rough men in order to make them feel awe-inspiring about himself.

Yes, awe!

In this world where the social system is similar to that of ancient times, it is not a joke for officials to crush people to death, and for these big men who belong to the Zhuangzi guard, the owner of Luojiazhuang is their heaven, and they will not hesitate to carry out any order issued by the owner without daring to disobey.

For them, gratitude is not a reason for them to break the rules, but if you add awe, Mu Yan can try to play a dozen side balls at the right time.

Mu Yan walked all the way to the stone house, and the surrounding crowd surrounded him and quickly consciously separated a way, although these wounded people with tattered armor and covered in blood screamed, but none of them dared to really pull his clothes with their hands.

Human beings are in awe of the unknown, for these people, Mu Yan is a huge mystery, except for the Taoist priest's bluffing name and a miraculous medical skill, they don't know anything about Mu Yan, and even today's mood can't be seen from their faces.

So they were careful enough, showing both enthusiasm and deference to the upper classes, which is the wisdom of life of the people at the bottom, or the result of natural selection.

Mu Yan carefully instructed a few seriously injured people, and then walked into the stone house.

He knew that he had to behave like a doctor, even a little more than an ordinary doctor, so that he could quickly integrate into this Zhuangzi and make the image he had established less abrupt.

Fortunately, these are not difficult things for him, yesterday he mixed here for an afternoon, he knows everything that should be paid attention to, plus he was originally from a professional class, except for the knowledge of herbs compared to the doctor in the room, he is more than a little bit more than a little bit more than the doctor in the room, now he only needs to pay more attention to some details of etiquette, after all, no matter where etiquette is, it is a by-product of people's division of social classes.

Compared to the coolness of the early morning outside, the temperature inside the stone house was much higher, not only because of the smoke-filled medicine jar next to it, but also because of the extra large stone jar in the middle of the room!

"Mu! Supply! Serve! You're here! ”

As soon as I entered, a thunderous voice came from the side.

Mu Yan turned his head and saw a slightly chubby middle-aged man squeezing through the crack and running towards him.

The man's chest was embroidered with a dignified "hundred" character, which was obviously a certain doctor in Baicaopu.

"Doctor Jia!" Mu Yan's face finally showed a smile, and he arched his hand at the man.

Since yesterday he "accidentally" let the people of Baicaopu see the stone plaque on the waist, the people of Baicaopu called out one by one "Mu Offering", obviously this stone plaque has the effect of seeing this order as if seeing me himself, a doctor of Baicaopu accepted it quickly, and every time he called him "Mu Offering" The three words are basically shouted out, not to mention what to report, everyone understands in their hearts, Mu Yan can also let them go, anyway, most of the doctors in Baicaopu are in the state of saying a word dry medicine, and Mu Yan has nothing to say.

"You're here, Mu! Supply! Serve! The doctor, surnamed Jia, obviously retained his strength yesterday, and the last three words were shouted like a thunderbolt in spring.

He stepped forward and grabbed Mu Yan's hand and walked inside: "Come and see, let's shop this guard still survive!" ”