942 Chapter 941 of “The Quick-Traveling Girl Is Poised to Pounce the Male Protagonist”

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In the end, everyone was pushed out, protected by the soldiers who came up, but they still didn’t recover from the push. They were in a trance, dressed in shabby clothes, panting, and glaring at Zhou Min in the room with big eyes…

Zhou Min seemed to have not seen all this, focusing on the seeds.

As soon as the seed fell on the table, it immediately seemed to have life. The smooth surface suddenly stretched out a small sprout. Zhou Min quickly formed a seal with his hands. Unseen by everyone, the power of the elements wrapped around the small seed, causing the seed to germinate.

The blood-red buds rushed out of the seeds, swaying with teeth and claws. Among the many professors, one of the professors who came with Zhang Wenhao pushed aside everyone and walked to the door, standing behind a soldier, with obvious big feet on the back of his white coat.Seal, messy pulling caused the cuffs to come off, and the glasses were crooked on his face. The man in his forties or fifties had a livid complexion on his face, protruding veins, and the faint trembling of his back molars made him look like he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

To control a scholar, the education an expert should have…

The hand pointing at Zhou Min was trembling, as if she was still thinking about how to educate this little girl who knew nothing about the world, but when she saw the strange scene in the room, she stiffened first and her pupils dilated in shock…

“This…this…what is this…” He trembled, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear. He watched in disbelief as the room continued to grow wantonly. Flowers as beautiful as blood took root on the wooden table. The roots spread like ancient vines and creepers, and they grew toward the ground like snakes.

It seemed that he wanted to devour all living things, but Zhou Min waved his hand, and the power of the elements surrounded Manzhushahua and its branches and vines like a barrier, trapping it like a prison on the ground.

She stood in front of the half-meter-high Manzhu Shahua, which was as charming as blood. The crimson vine branches covered the entire corner of the table. The petals were arched like claws and hung vertically. The black stamens were like a closed eye. Just looking at it made people feel cold and bloodthirsty… and there was an indescribable sadness.

She had heard many legends about Manzhushahua, among which the most beautiful one was nothing more than the sentence that the flowers bloomed into a sea of ​​corpses, and the soul fell into oblivion.I cannot see them in this life, and the flowers and leaves are both heart-wrenching.

The people outside the door all rushed into the room because of the middle-aged professor’s words. Even the soldiers felt as if they had seen a ghost. The flowers growing in the air did not grow in the soil…

The flower is upright, swaying in grace, with a slight red shimmer all over its body. The petals are like claws, like a crescent moon, with an umbrella shape at the top, overlapping and intersecting. They are coquettishly crimson and surround the dark starry stamen in the middle. They are shining, black and red intertwined, making people feel very surprised.

Zhou Min and Han Jiuyou were already standing next to the table, and they had already gathered Mr. Jiang, Professor Wu, Zhang Wenhao, etc. Behind them, there were people standing up and watching, and whispers resounded throughout the hall.

I looked at the scene in front of me in disbelief, looking at this novel plant…

Zhang Wenhao’s eyes widened, he looked at the flowers on the table in disbelief, and then looked at Zhou Min as if he had seen a ghost, “What, what is this? How did this come about, how is it possible! What kind of deception did you use to deceive the world and steal your reputation…”

“Professor Zhang, be careful what you say.” Mr. Jiang was also frightened in his heart, but he came to his senses first and calmed down. When he looked at Zhou Min, his eyes were different. After giving Zhang Wenhao a serious warning, he looked at Zhou Min with a smile, “Master Zhou, what is this…?”

Zhang Wenhao was scolded by Mr. Jiang and felt dissatisfied. He sincerely believed that Zhou Min was a charlatan, and this must be some trick he didn’t know to deceive the world…

Professor Wu pointed at the flowers on the table in horror, opened his mouth, and asked, “Here, this flower stamen…look…does it look like…does it look like…”

Yuan Hao’s face was solemn, and An Jingyuan replied in a deep voice, “Eyes.”

“Yes, yes, eyes, yes, eyes!” Hearing the same answer as his own, Professor Wu was obviously excited, excited and frightened, and nodded with a very complicated mood.

Annan felt very uncomfortable the moment the flower appeared. The closer he got, the more flustered he became, as if he had palpitations and shortness of breath, and felt uncomfortable…

Pressing his chest with one hand, Annan’s face turned pale. Zhou Min raised his head and saw from the crowd that Annan’s soul seemed to be floating, faintly unsteady, frowning slightly, and kneading with one hand.

When everyone saw her suddenly raising her hand and snapping her fingers to the opposite side, they all quickly dispersed. Looking over, they saw Annan supporting the wall with one hand, bending over and dripping with cold sweat.

An Jingyuan was shocked and quickly stepped forward to help Annan up, “What’s going on? Aren’t you always following me? Why are you here?”

“It’s gone.” Annan said weakly, leaning into An Jingyuan’s arms. The floating soul returned to Annan’s body, and Annan came to life as if he was breathing again.

“Zhou Min, what did you do?” Zhang Wenhao pointed at Zhou Min and asked.

Zhang Wenhao’s words reminded everyone of Zhou Min’s actions just now and Annan’s situation at this time. The coincidence was too weird…

Coupled with Zhou Min’s magical methods, the unknown realm made this group of scholars begin to have other thoughts.

Guessing, suspicious eyes kept looking at Zhou Min, Zhou Min sneered.

Han Jiuyou raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Wenhao calmly. He was neither sad nor happy, but Zhang Wenhao was inexplicably chilled all over and his heart was trembling.

“It has nothing to do with Master Zhou, it’s my old illness.” Annan suddenly spoke out when she saw that the atmosphere around her was condensed and Zhou Min was being verbally criticized by everyone. Although she didn’t know why she suddenly felt uncomfortable, she clearly felt that it was Zhou Min who saved her.

“Okay, Zhang Wenhao, if you are making trouble, go back to the house.” Mr. Jiang was obviously angry. What he wanted to know most at this time was how the gray seed turned into this unknown flower in the blink of an eye.

An Jingyuan just glanced at Zhou Min, then lowered his head to look at Annan. In the end, he didn’t say anything. He just guarded Annan more carefully and returned to Yuan Hao.

Zhang Wenhao pursed his lips and said nothing. He was not making trouble for nothing, but the theory of mysterious ghosts and gods was really nonsense. Even the Zhouyi of his ancestors only had the basic theories of “the universe is one element, and yin and yang depend on each other.” However, the laws of how things operate still require demonstration and multiple experiments to obtain true knowledge.

And those who rely on the theory of heavenly stems, earthly branches and five elements can accurately predict the future development of things, and fool the world by talking about the gods and ghosts of magic swords and swords.

Pushing the unexplainable, unexplainable, and science-yet-unexplainable things to ghosts and gods is an insult to the scientific spirit and a humiliation to every scientific researcher fighting on the front line…

The five thousand years of Chinese civilization and history of progress are not progressed by the theories of ghosts and gods, but progressed by each generation’s tireless exploration and unlocking of the unknown…

But now, the feudal superstition that was finally pushed away has been picked up by his fellow scholars… It is easy to imagine how depressed Zhang Wenhao is in his heart, and he can’t stand Zhou Min and Han Jiuyou…

After Mr. Jiang finished teaching Zhang Wenhao, he turned to look at Zhou Min. Zhou Min sighed softly, “Manzhu Shahua.”

Four words, the whole room was quiet.