I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 638 Study Planning, Teaching

Wen Yan slept until the sun set. When he felt the yang energy waning and the yin energy beginning to rise, Wen Yan opened his eyes.

Although this routine was a bit rigid, Wen Yan felt very energetic. At night, he felt even more energetic than during the day.

Wen Yan stretched his body and staggered towards the camp illuminated by lights.

When we arrived, we saw the professor drinking mutton soup with a crispy baked pancake in his hand.

Wen Yan was not polite. After sitting down, he also ordered a bowl of mutton soup. The local mutton was quite good, and it felt like a completely different species from the mutton in Nanwu County.

Wen Yan couldn't help grinning when he saw the professor eating noisily.

"Professor, you just woke up a while ago, right?"

"Yeah." The professor was busy eating mutton soup and responded, rarely doing so.

Wen Yan's mutton soup was also served. He stopped talking and started eating it while it was hot. The local mutton oil chili was quite fragrant, not spicy, but very tasty. It was very friendly to people who couldn't eat spicy food but still wanted to eat it.

Eat a piece of mutton sandwiched between sesame cakes, break the sesame cakes into pieces and eat one with mutton soup. Eat a big bowl of mutton soup, including the meat and soup, while you sweat slightly. It is so refreshing.

Eat until you are 70% full, that’s just right.

Leaning back in a chair to digest his food, Wen Yan saw that the professor's eyes were bright and he was in high spirits. He immediately knew that this was also the time when the professor was in the best condition.

The professor couldn't help laughing when he saw Wen Yan's expression.

"What the hell are you thinking about?"

"I think I really need to read books and study hard. I can understand some books if I read them slowly, but my efficiency is definitely not as good as having someone to guide me and teach me.

I just want to ask the professor how I can make this more efficient and more suitable for me.

I thought about it myself and realized that if I follow the university curriculum, there will be no problem at all.

But the parts I need to use and the path I need to take are definitely different from those of normal college students.

If I follow the normal course, I will waste a lot of time.”

"You want me to help you plan a suitable study route?"

"Yes, yes, that's it." Wen Yan raised his right hand and showed the Water Official Scroll of Elimination of Evil: "This is the God-given Scroll I got last year. I can't practice Taoism, so I can't follow the normal development route. But if I want to use some things and see the effects, I must learn meteorology."

Wen Yan briefly explained his needs.

You are not required to be proficient in it, or even to get 70 or 80 points on the exam. It is enough to be able to understand the answers with explanations.

Keep the courses short and time-consuming as possible.

The professor listened to Wen Yan's request, thought for a while, turned on the computer, and then found a bunch of university course schedules.

"If you're not in a hurry, I'll give it to you tomorrow. I'll ask someone. I don't know much about meteorology.

But I understand your needs, and I will arrange it for you later."

"Okay, thank you, professor."

Wen Yan was satisfied. He did read the books, but he felt that it was not enough.

If you ask ordinary scholars, they may not be able to take into account the actual situation of professionals and provide the most efficient study plan.

Just as they were about to talk about other things, Wen Yan thought of Li Linlin again, and his expression suddenly tensed.

He remembered that the knowledge foundation required for Li Linlin's professional ability was mathematics, and mathematics was one of the core elements.

This is actually the culprit that limits Li Linlin's performance, and it is also the main reason why people in Europa truly believe that Li Linlin has no potential.

Because this thing is really useless even if it forces someone to death.

Wen Yan quickly asked another question.

“I don’t have to learn math, right?”

"Don't worry, given your needs, you really don't need to learn mathematics." The professor said confidently.

He understood very well what mathematics meant to Wen Yan.

I also understand that it is completely impossible to let Wen Yan study mathematics.

Wen Yan relaxed instantly.

"Professor, I have something else I want to ask you. These people went to such great lengths to get that big zombie to do it. What exactly are they trying to do? I have no idea."

"What else can we want? We can want his life, but not his strength. His rank is not low, and his strength is not bad, but not the best. There is no need to pay such a huge price."

"Hey, Professor, you know everything?"

"My authority is higher than yours. My knowledge authority is higher than that of the chief executive. My suggestion authority is at the same level as your chief executive. I just don't have the actual command authority and management authority."

"Awesome." Wen Yan said concisely.

"Someone must want the power of the locust monster. Those powers cannot come from a locust monster.

Rather, it is the little bit of charm left behind by the locust monsters that had the opportunity to advance to the locust god throughout the generations.

After the locust monsters died, these spiritual auras were transformed into the bodies of ordinary locusts.

When locusts gather together to form a plague, their unique CYP305M2 gene is activated.

The locusts will then convert the phenylalanine in their bodies into a chemical substance, phenylacetaldehyde oxime, which is quickly hydrolyzed into the toxic substance phenylacetonitrile.

The natural enemies of locusts have a strong aversion to this thing. If it doesn't work, the locusts' bodies will produce the highly toxic compound hydrogen cyanide.

The charm that has been accumulated bit by bit should be integrated into this system.

It will be activated when a locust plague occurs.

But no one knows what kind of accident happened at that time, and those powers fell into the body of the big zombie.

Even if you kill the big zombie, it will only set those powers free and dissipate again.

It is only possible that it will be revived in the next locust plague, perhaps within the body of a locust monster.

But at the same time, the fact that that power was previously locked in the giant zombie's body meant that the giant zombie actually had a chance to become a god.

However, those powers themselves are actually unconscious charm and are not completely controlled by the big zombie.

It's just like you brought the big zombie here and regarded it as a coffin to bury those forces.

The ritual was used to mobilize the trend of man conquering nature that had accumulated here for decades, and it was driven away in one go.

If the conditions are right, there might be someone who could use that power to condense something that only a true god could possess.

No matter what you do, whether it's positive or negative, you need the cooperation of that big zombie.

This must be the reason why the person who caused the trouble was willing to have a good talk with the big zombie.

That hint of divine power before is actually very important, and may be an introduction for some people.

You use it to blend into this place and transform it into the local vitality and spirit, and others can naturally use it in other places."

Wen Yan listened thoughtfully, and before his face turned stiff, he said that the alternative plan given by those people was to leave Shenzhou.

It is impossible around Shenzhou, Shenzhou will not allow it.

There are only two places left that might be able to harness this power.

One is Europa and the other is Robin.

The church in Europe, as well as various dark creatures and black wizards that are deeply rooted and have a long history, all have deep backgrounds, and you never know what messy methods can be used.

As for Robin, needless to say, after the God's Act was issued, gods have been resurrected there, and various god sects have emerged openly, running their sect activities, which is also unique.

In Wen Yan's opinion, these two directions are highly suspicious, and both may have capabilities in related directions. If they knew, they would definitely have a strong desire.

After chatting with the professor for a while and having a general idea in mind, I saw a man with a rotten face and a big body, carrying a hoe in one hand and a drill in the other, following someone into the distance.

Wen Yan strode up to catch up. His rotten and stiff face had been repaired, but it looked like there was a large yellow-brown spot that was not very nice. "What are you doing?"

"Go farm!" The rotten-faced man grinned like a fool and seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Do you want to stay here?"

"Well, stay here for now. I'll follow and help you out. I like this place very much. Is that okay?"

"Of course no problem, I'll file it for you later."

Seeing that his face was rotten and his body was still a little stiff, but his steps were brisk, Wen Yan was very happy for him.

Okay, if you want to stay, then stay. It’s always a good thing to have more guys who are more powerful than the bull.

Wen Yan stayed here for one night, and left at dawn the next day and returned to Decheng.

The professor stayed here for one more day, inspected the subsequent changes, took notes, and waited to see the changes again in a few months.

This time there was no rush, the professor took a car and left, returning to Helan Mountain to continue the unfinished work.

The data Wen Yan gave was very helpful for his work and could greatly improve his work efficiency.

The driver drove him for more than an hour, and when they were not far from the bridge across the river, the car slowed down and finally stopped.

"Xiao Wang?" the professor called out, but the driver didn't respond at all and just leaned there motionless.

The professor tilted his head slightly and looked at the driver through the rearview mirror.

The driver's eyes were empty, his pupils were shrunken, and his expression was dull, and it was obvious that he was no longer conscious.

The professor didn't rush to do anything. He looked out of the car and it was already dark outside.

The professor took out his cell phone and checked, but it showed no signal.

He reached out and patted the driver on the shoulder.

The driver, with empty eyes, slowly turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Professor, I have long heard of your name. I want to ask you something. I have no choice but to use this method. Please forgive me."

Hearing this, a smile slowly appeared on the professor's lips.

"Ask whatever you want to know. I can tell you anything I know."

"Professor, please get out of the car."

The professor looked outside the car, opened the door, got out, and stopped at an intersection.

In his eyes, the roads in the four directions all had a twisted and weird feeling. It was obvious that they were not the original roads, and the directions they led to were no longer the normal directions.

At each of the four corners of the intersection stood a huge figure, about two and a half meters tall and wearing a tattered hooded cloak.

There was no feeling of heat around, it was as cold as a deep night in the desert.

"Professor, we want to know what you know?" The driver, with an expressionless face and empty eyes, got out of the car and continued questioning.

The professor reached out and touched his glasses.

"Professor, I advise you not to take off your glasses. It will be kinder to all of us."

"It seems like you know a lot of things..."

The professor nodded, not surprised, but the next moment, he began to talk.

"I know a lot of things..."

After he said a few words, a trace of fluctuation appeared in the driver's empty eyes, and his expressionless face began to twitch wildly.

"Impossible, you didn't even take off your glasses..."

The driver stretched out his hand and wanted to grab the professor, but tears of blood flowed from his eyes, and everything he saw began to distort.

The professor's voice coming from his ears was like countless voices overlapping each other, but he could understand every word normally.

The knowledge was stuffed into the head.

At the four corners of the intersection, the four cloaked men standing there also covered their heads in pain.

They wanted to attack, but at the moment of attack, they could not even control their own strength normally, and the arm of one of them suddenly exploded.

With a bang, it exploded into pieces, leaving only a piece of old armor falling to the ground.

The professor stood there, motionless, as if he was giving a lecture, and a stream of information kept coming out of his mouth, changing into seven or eight different languages.

In the end, the language even became weird, so weird that it didn't look like any current language.

As the professor spoke words that ordinary people could not understand, the feeling of fear was spreading in the darkness around them.

The guys hiding in the darkness, perhaps wanting to wait and see if they could take advantage of the opportunity to get something, were wailing, screaming, and laughing wildly one after another...

The noisy sounds soon disappeared into the darkness.

At the four corners of the intersection, four tall figures had all fallen to the ground.

Their figures twisted and disappeared, leaving only four tattered pieces of armor.

The driver, with tears and blood flowing, knelt on the ground with a distorted expression, and did not move.

At the same time, more than a hundred kilometers away from here.

In the yard of a farmhouse, a young man in his twenties, with tears and blood in his eyes and a distorted expression, was running around frantically in the yard, looking like a madman.

There were four or five people around him, but they couldn't hold him down by himself.

Laughing wildly and crying, he rushed into the charcoal stove and buried his head in it. When he was pulled out, his face was burned.

But he was still shouting and crying and laughing.

“Ha…hahahaha…I saw it, I learned it, I’m going to become a god…”

After crying and shouting for a few minutes, the young man, who was held down by several people, stopped moving.

There was a dead silence for a long time before someone whispered.

"He's crazy, his soul is crazy, crazy..."

……

At the crossroads, the professor stopped with a look of unfulfilled desire.

He looked at the driver who had fainted, helped him up, checked him, and found that he was not in danger of death.

The professor adjusted his glasses.

Obviously, the movements he added habitually were still recorded.

Some idiot thought he had found common ground and thought that he needed to take off his glasses every time he taught a class.

Of course, he never denied it.

I don't deny that I just want my colleagues and students to feel at ease.

In fact, is teaching so inconvenient?

The professor stood at the intersection and sighed.

"What a pity. It's so hard to have a chance to teach happily.

This person has poor qualifications, a dull brain, poor psychological quality, insufficient perseverance, and poor ability to endure.

The same thing, I talked to Wen Yan all night, he could use it as a refresher. "

(End of this chapter)