I really want to be a cook

The green-robed old monster never thought that Lord Qiye could improve again in such a short period of time.

If it wasn't for Master Jiang, I'm afraid he should be called Seven Nights Supreme by now.

The green-robed old monster touched something in his arms, but he felt like a hot potato, and he couldn't hold it securely.

"Jiang"

The green-robed old monster was about to say something when he felt the hairs on his back stand on end, and a burst of cold gaze enveloped him.

He turned his head and saw a pair of cold eyes.

"It's you?"

"It's me! It's me."

The green-robed old monster answered quickly, and smiled awkwardly, feeling really tired.

Why do you feel that there are people you can't afford to mess with?

He recognized the owner of these eyes as a very beautiful woman, and it happened that he really knew her.

Just after Master Jiang was seriously injured in Tianzhu Mountain, the woman who stopped them from seeing Master Jiang, that time, he really saw what it means to be an untouchable woman.

In her hands, she is a grand master of martial arts. Without any strong housekeeping skills, she can't do two tricks.

Otherwise, how could their dozen or so demon masters obediently wait outside the door for three days and three days.

Aren't they all scared of being beaten?

And most importantly, she is Master Jiang's woman.

In other words, she is Lord Qiye's sister-in-law.

Anyone who is now involved with Lord Qiye can't be offended anyway.

The green-robed old monster tried his best to show that he was harmless to humans and animals.

"Why are you here?"

Dong asked with a frown.

But before the old monster in green robe could answer, she took a step forward, passed the old monster in green robe, came behind Jiang Ping, supported the back of the wheelchair with both hands, and asked softly:

"Are you OK?"

"I'm sure I'm fine, and I shouldn't be the one asking you this, right?"

Jiang Ping felt that another person had become strange.

Dong shook his head and said, "I'm fine, I suffered some minor injuries, just adjust my breathing for a while and I'll be fine."

"How can I do that, I had such a fierce battle with a great master, I have to find you a genius doctor to check after I go back.

You adjust your breath by yourself, what if you leave some hidden wounds?

It's all my fault for being too confident. I thought this old thing was just going through the motions. I didn't expect that he would dare to hurt you. I must make them pay the price! "

Jiang Ping turned his head and looked at Dongmu with pity, a very distressed look.

Dong was shaken by the fiery gaze, and thought of what Qiu Daoyu said above.

Not to mention one gentleman's pavilion, even ten gentleman's pavilions can't match one of her fingers.

Dong couldn't help touching his chest.

Is this the feeling they are talking about?

This feeling is good.

She even felt that her injuries were relieved a lot in an instant.

So she nodded and said: "Okay, I will listen to you."

Jiang Ping: ""

I'm being polite and sensational, why do you take it seriously?

By the way, shouldn't you be more considerate, say that the overall situation is the most important thing, and then persuade me not to be emotional?

You are usually quite smart, but now that you are like this, it is difficult for me to deal with it.

A row of black spots appeared on Jiang Ping's forehead.

Just because of the deflected sword that Master just made, the price has already been paid.

But in front of his own woman, it is natural to be a little more airy, showing an aura that no one can handle.

But who knows that now he can't step down from the stage.

Jiang Ping was thinking of a two-way solution, which could save his own face and prevent Dong from feeling that he was not cheating on her.

Then I heard noises coming from outside the courtyard.

A few middle-aged men with deep breaths and heavy complexions, and a group of excited young scholars came striding forward with their heavily injured and unconscious master.

The guards left by Jiang Ping at the gate were directly knocked into the air by the leading middle-aged man, rolled several times in the air, and fell to the ground, unconscious.

This guard is just an ordinary grandmaster warrior, so naturally he can't stop a middle-aged man like a grandmaster.

But Jiang Ping saw that the guard's chest rose and fell steadily, so he knew that they kept their hands.

So he secretly screamed in his heart, and then he slapped the armrest hard, and shouted sharply:

"How dare you!"

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"How dare you!"

Although there seemed to be a lot of people on the other side, menacing and looking like they wanted to fight, Jiang Ping didn't panic at all, and was even a little thankful that they came so timely.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to make up the lines of Jiangdong later.

I saw him saying to the leading middle-aged Confucian scholars as if reprimanding his subordinates:

"Tell your students to shut up, and whoever used which hand to attack my subordinate just now broke it by himself.

if not"

Jiang Ping looked at the Master who was struggling to get up and said:

"Master, don't blame Jiang for not giving you this face! These people have followed me, so I have to support them!"

The master's expression changed, and his face became a little bitter.

Sometimes, that's how fucked up things are.

You think that you only need to give in one step, you can calm things down and live a stable life.

But this world will always bully the weak and fear the hard.

After taking the first step, there will be a second step, and then a third step, until there is no way to retreat, and it is unbearable.

But at this moment, it is still within the tolerance of the master.

He didn't expect his students to be so impulsive.

It's just that after he used Tiandi Tongshou just now, his body was weak and his mind was a little bit in a trance. He couldn't stop them for a while, and he was trapped by them.

Otherwise these things would never have happened.

He stood up staggeringly, and said to the lecturer and students behind him:

"To shut up!"

Although the master's voice is soft, it is heavier than a thousand catties in the ears of others.

Even though they were dissatisfied, they immediately shut their mouths, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the Master expectantly, waiting for him to speak.

Looking at the eager eyes of the students, the master knew what they were thinking, but the matter had come to an end, he could only sigh in his heart and asked:

"Chen Er, which hand did you use just now?"

Chen Er was the academy gentleman who attacked the guard just now, a solid martial arts master, and one of Master's students.

It was also because of this teacher-student relationship that he was a little impulsive and reckless when he saw his master was seriously injured, but even so, he restrained himself.

Otherwise, with his skill, the guard wouldn't be able to sustain a move at all.

At this moment, when he heard what his master said, his eyes trembled, as if he couldn't believe it.

But facing the Master's unquestionable gaze, he bitterly raised his right hand:

"Teacher, it's this hand. Do you want the students to abolish it too?"

The master sighed slightly: "You shouldn't be so impulsive."

Chen Er understood, he paused, bowed to his master and said:

"Everything of the students is given by the teacher. The teacher wants a hand from the students, and the students dare not disobey."

Click!

With a crisp sound, Chen Er's left hand became a knife, and he slashed on his right arm with a palm, and his right arm shrugged and pulled down, unable to lift any more strength.

"Is it enough?!"

Chen Er looked at Jiang Ping with red eyes, a little unwilling, a little angry, but more of a helpless sadness.

With his wisdom, he guessed the truth with no need for others to tell him.

The person in the wheelchair is Mr. Jiang, the master of countless black-clothed guards outside the academy, and the chief culprit who turned their Junzi Pavilion into a desperate beast.

What the master did was just a helpless move.

But knowing is one thing, understanding is another.

He would rather his master say that he would rather be broken than broken, and he would not want to fight this life with him, nor would he see his master bow his head.

The master is the spiritual belief of Junzige, if even he admits defeat, how will the others deal with themselves.

Faced with countless pairs of angry eyes, Jiang Ping was completely unmoved.

He has become a villain, so he has to act like a villain.

And it's just a broken arm, and it can be used again if it is connected, making it seem like he has done something heinous.

His men are still unconscious.

"enough."

Jiang Ping answered, and stopped looking at him, but said:

"Master, I will give you two days. It is up to them whether to go or stay. This is the greatest sincerity I can give you.

Enough talking, here we go! "

Jiang Ping waved his hand, the wheels turned, and he led the others away slowly amidst many angry eyes.

Run after pretending to be forced, really exciting!

With precedents ahead, others did not dare to stop them, they just opened their eyes wide as much as possible, as if they wanted to kill Jiang Ping instantly with their eyes.

Watching Jiang Ping leave the academy as if no one else was around.

The master seemed to be taken away of all energy in an instant. He staggered backwards and almost fell down. Fortunately, a hand behind him supported him. It was one of his students.

The master pushed him away, then took a deep breath, and said to the dejected crowd:

"Notify all official disciples and all lecturers that after an hour, gather at Yuanlou. I have something to announce."

After finishing speaking, the master rejected the other students who wanted to help him, and walked forward lonely.

Junzi Pavilion will end in his hands starting today.

No matter how good the future Jiang Ping said before, he knew that he would become a traitor in the history of the Junzi Pavilion sect, and he would never have the chance to justify his name.

"I've seen Mr. Chief!"

On a building facing the water, one could vaguely see the plaque at the entrance of the Junzige Academy opposite, and all the principals of the Martial Daosi Wuyao bowed to Jiang who was pushed up from the east.

Even the cold-faced Linglong nodded slightly towards Jiangping, which was considered polite.

Compared with the beginning, their attitude has a touch of respect from the heart.

It is impossible for them to be disrespectful.