I really want to be a cook

"However, I lost on the chessboard, but not necessarily outside the chessboard."

The master has a good self-cultivation, he didn't show any other expression when he heard this, he just put the chess pieces on the chessboard into the chess box one by one carefully.

While receiving the chess pieces, he asked:

"Little friend Jiang came here uninvited, and brought so many guests with him. What's the point? If you need the old man's help, it's clear that the old man will do his best."

Jiang Ping clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"The master is refreshing, so I'll just say it straight. The purpose of my trip is very simple."

He twirled a withered yellow leaf that fell on his shoulder, stared at his wife whose complexion suddenly turned ugly, and said word by word:

"Enter the Gentleman's Pavilion first, and then go to Zhenwu Mountain!"

He rubbed his fingers, and the withered and fallen leaves turned into fine powder, which scattered freely and fell with the wind.

now.

teenagers.

The white clothes are dusty, showing their sharpness!

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Jiang Ping's voice was not loud, but it sounded like earth-shattering shock in Master's ears, which made him unable to restrain himself for a while.

"You, why are you like this?"

The Master's complexion finally changed, and even his voice trembled a little.

He didn't take Jiang Ping's words as lies of young people, and the countless black-clothed guards outside the academy are the best proof.

If it weren't for the existence of those masters, how could he talk to Jiang Ping so calmly.

Is it true that a scholar has no anger?

When he was young, he was full of righteousness and suppressed the heroes, making people afraid to speak loudly in front of him.

But facing Jiang Ping at this moment, all his anger can only be restrained.

Because he knew that if he was careless at this time, the inheritance of Junzi Pavilion might end in his hands.

"If you want to come, you will come. Do you need a reason?"

Jiang Ping took it for granted.

It was obviously a flat tone, but it spoke out with infinite arrogance.

The world is so big, there is nowhere to go.

It was the Junzi Pavilion, one of the seven sects of the Zhao Kingdom. He wanted to come, so he came.

Not only did he come, but he also asked Junzige's master to play chess with this stinky chess basket.

Even if he loses, he has to make a winning gesture.

Because he has the qualifications.

The master secretly crushed a chess piece and told himself that he could not do it yet, but the others in the Junzi Pavilion were still pinching his hand.

So he's still looking for leeway:

"Master Jiang Pingjiang, I don't know that you took action against our Junzi Pavilion, but have you ever asked the emperor above the court?

He is not afraid of repeating the martyrdom of the past, and let his reputation be tainted by future generations. "

The master kept turning in his mind, looking for his own bargaining chip:

"We have many masters in the Junzi Pavilion, Mr. Jiang wants to take action against us, but have you ever thought about the price you will pay?

We can fight to the death for the inheritance, but how many people under Mr. Jiang can fight to the death?

Don't you think it's a pity to spend it on our Junzi Pavilion?

Apart from other things, most of the students in our academy are the children of various noble families. Have you ever thought about the consequences when you attack us?

At that time, the world is boiling.

Not only will it arouse the anger of the people in the martial arts world towards you, but also the officials of the gentry will also become hostile towards those of you who don't follow the rules.

There are not a few scholars who have gone out of our Junzi Pavilion in recent years. Now in the court, some of my Junzi Pavilion's former disciples are also in high positions.

Mr. Jiang is not afraid of the impeachment like snowflakes, is he not afraid of the people in the world? "

Hearing this, Jiang Ping took a deep look at his master, shook his head and sighed:

"If I don't know the ancestral precept of Junzige that one cannot serve as an official in the court, I would wonder whether the master has been immersed in the officialdom for many years, so he can see these interests so clearly.

Listening to the words of the master, I feel impulsive.

But now that you've done it, it's too late to regret it, so let's make a mistake. "

"No!"

Seeing the turning point, the Master hurriedly said:

"I can swear by the reputation of Junzi Pavilion, as long as Mr. Jiang withdraws his troops today, Junzi Pavilion will be closed from now on.

As long as Mr. Jiang is in power, the descendants of Junzi Pavilion will not leave the hospital for a day.

Mr. Jiang can force the Junzi Pavilion to close the door and close the courtyard. The goal of the Martial Daosi's prestige has been achieved, so there is no need to be aggressive. We must fight to the death. "

Master's behavior at the moment is hard to believe that he is the helm of one of the dignified Zhao Kingdom's seven sects. I believe that Junzige is the Zhao Guo's seven sects who once ignored Zhao's court, wandered outside the law and discipline, and acted their own way.

Others only saw the battle of righteousness and demons in Tianzhu Mountain, and the victory of righteousness, and felt that the light of righteousness would shine in the world of martial arts in the next hundred years.

But only a small number of people who are familiar with the inside story know that the current Jianghu is like a fire cooking oil. It seems that the flowers are beautiful, but they can't last long.

Junzi Pavilion has long planned to retire behind closed doors.

It's just that the master never thought that Jiang Ping and Martial Arts Division would come so quickly.

However, Jiang Ping still refused to let go of his master's resignation.

"Master is willing to make concessions. Speaking of which, Jiang, as a junior, should be very grateful, not to mention that I owed a small favor to Master Xu back then, so I shouldn't be aggressive.

only……"

Jiang Ping took out a black chess piece from his pocket and placed it on the chessboard.

Back then on Nanyue Peak, Supreme Master Wuji's distraction struck.

Although the little master Xu Bin didn't stay to fight with him, he gave him his trump card, a chess piece that contained the master's martial arts spirit.

Although it was useless in the end, it didn't work at all.

But Jiang Ping remembered this love.

That's why he didn't take down Junzi Pavilion immediately.

Otherwise, with his current strength, it is a bit difficult to use the Junzi Pavilion to sacrifice the flag, but it can be done.

"...Jiang is not harming you, but saving you!"

Jiang Ping still had a gentle smile on his face. He rubbed the ashes on his fingers, pointed to the sky and said:

"Master, you are a sensible person, you should know that this is the general trend!"

"The general trend cannot be violated, the wheels of history are rolling, and the gentleman's pavilion is heavy, can it be blocked?"

"If it is possible, the battle of Tianzhu Mountain will not happen."

"Everyone in the world says that evil does not overpower righteousness, and that righteousness defeats evil, and the world congratulates, but I don't believe that you, as the master of the gentleman's pavilion, don't know the inside story."

"There is no winner in this battle."

"You are all defeated."

"You said that you want to repeat the martyrdom of the past, will the other six sects agree?"

"Can the mythical master behind you know how to make a move?"

"Master, times have changed."

"As for the consequences of what the master said, Jiang knows it, and so does Emperor Zhao, who is above the court."

"But no matter how useful the pens of scholars are, can they kill people?"

"There are so many people in the world, can they kill people?"

"Yes, but too slowly."

"To kill with a pen, how many pens do you need to break? How much saliva does it take to kill with words? But to kill with a knife, you only need to gently scratch the throat."

"The sword in our hands is the ruler of this world."

"Only when the time of prosperity coincides and the sword is sheathed, can the pen of a scholar play its greatest role."

"But now, it's a chaotic world!"

"I can tell you the truth, Master, I did not report to Emperor Zhao about today's actions, it was purely my personal actions by someone Jiang.

But no matter what I do, he will block all external pressure afterwards.

This is my agreement with him.

The consequences you're talking about don't scare me or make me change my mind.

I can still talk with Master here now, it is entirely because of the feelings of Master Xu back then, and because of the innocent character of the disciples under the Gentleman's Pavilion.

But if the master does not obey, the gentleman's pavilion will not obey.

It's not that Jiang's knife has never killed a good person. "

After a long speech, the master couldn't help falling into silence.

a long time.

He sighed softly:

"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. My teacher told me this sentence when I was a fledgling child.

At that time, the old man snorted and thought that as long as I was strong enough, I would become stronger than the patriarch.

I am the world, how can I let others influence me.

But as I got older, the old man gradually felt that what the teacher said was good.

Now that you've entered the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself.

At the beginning, other people found the old man, saying that the opportunity of the change of heaven came, and the troubled times were approaching, so they wanted to form the Righteous Path Alliance to protect themselves.

The old man didn't notice it for a while, and he was also afraid that the prophecies spoken by those mythical seniors would come true, which would bring disaster to the Junzi Pavilion, so he let the Junzi Pavilion come to an end.

Thinking about it now, if the old man had let the Junzi Pavilion become mediocre at that time, without the seven sects of the Zhao Kingdom, the false name of the leader of the martial arts, it would not be what it is today.

That's it.

It is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself, there is no myth to sit in the city, the seven sects of Zhao Guo, who have different hearts and virtues, are actually just a joke. "

The master looked disappointed.

The reason why he showed a low profile to Jiang Ping from the beginning.

In addition to the superiority of the power brought by Jiang Ping, there is another point that he knows that there is no one behind him, and there is no help left or right.

Ever since the decisive battle between righteousness and demons in Tianzhu Mountain, he began to wake up.

The so-called Righteous Path Alliance is a conspiracy, a big game against the entire world of martial arts.

Righteous Path Alliance sounds nice to say, the alliance helps each other, the strong protect the weak.

But in fact, it was nothing more than gathering together those disobedient sect forces in the Jianghu, letting them bleed and sacrifice, and becoming obedient.

This truth is not only known to him, but also to other people.

But just as Jiang Ping said, the situation is overwhelming and he has to do it.

If they speak out, instead of changing anything, it will make the methods of the people behind the scenes more radical.

What will happen at that time is something they cannot predict.

And who can guarantee that there are no hidden people behind the scenes among them, and who dares to pierce this layer of window paper.

Not to mention whether those who have been kept in the dark will believe it, and who can withstand the revenge of the people behind the scenes.