I really want to be a cook

"But please die!"

Mr. Broken Arm sneered, and then made a more aggressive move, but he was sitting behind the students to cover him.

Before they knew it, they advanced about ten meters again.

They are opening the way with their lives, trying to kill a bloody way for their students.

Jiang Ping looked at the group of people who risked their lives to fight, and looked deep into the gentleman's pavilion.

In the darkness, there seemed to be pairs of eyes watching the group of people at the door with complicated emotions.

"Is this your choice?"

Jiang Ping muttered to himself.

He slowly raised one hand forward and made a fist.

"Kill, without pardon!"

"Yes!"

All the voices agreed, as if a ferocious beast had come out of the cage, so the night light was like water, and the sound of knives clanked.

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Deep in the academy.

Above a tall building, the Master's eyes were sad and deep.

Those are all his students, even if not everyone has studied under him, but they all regard themselves as teachers and call themselves masters.

The leader, Chen Er, came from a low family background, and his family was just an ordinary wealthy family, but he was extremely alert and rarely known for his talents.

Started at the age of 12, enlightened for ten years, and then joined the gentleman's pavilion.

On that day, he was the one who straightened his clothes himself.

In the blink of an eye, it has been nearly 30 years.

The young man he personally straightened his clothes that day is already a teacher of the academy, with high morals and high prestige, and he has his own disciples.

I still remember that his favorite reading is "The Analects of Confucius Shuer", and his favorite is the sentence in it that seeks benevolence and obtains benevolence.

All his life, he asked for benevolence and benevolence.

The master sighed silently, and looked at the disciples who fell to the ground following Jiang Ping's order, and couldn't help but become more stooped.

They are all alive.

But they chose a dead end that everyone knew.

Their blood was shed for Junzige.

The blood that his master should shed is all done by them now.

It is they who tell the world, tell the world that Junzige is not just a cowardly person, not just a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

"It should be mine!"

The master pressed the wooden guardrail in front of him, unconsciously exerted force on his fingers, and a row of fingerprints appeared on the guardrail.

"Master, don't worry about it. Wen Ren told me before he left that he doesn't blame Master."

A handsome old man with a refined figure and a mature and stable temperament walked up to the master silently. Wenren is the name of Chen Er, and it is also a gift from the master.

"We all understand Master's painstaking efforts."

"That Jiang Ping is really powerful, he was able to avoid our eyeliner, and mobilized so much power in a short period of time to completely surround our Junzi Pavilion.

All we have to do now is die.

The master would rather bear the infamy behind him, in order to preserve the inheritance of Junzi Pavilion.

We all understand this.

So we don't blame the Master.

We know that the most uncomfortable thing in our hearts is the Master.

Wenren, Huchi and the others knew that they would die on this trip, but they still wanted to give it a try.

If you are lucky enough to escape some kindling, it will be regarded as the blessing of the patriarch.

If they can't, then they've got their wish. "

The handsome old man looked at his master with tears already on his face, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Master, we should be happy for them, I am a literati who can die for the belief in my heart, how enviable others should be.

It is because of them that people in the world can know that the defeat of Junzi Pavilion was not a crime of war! "

The master gritted his teeth.

The injuries he suffered during the day, the grief that he could do nothing about his beloved disciple dying in front of his eyes, and the pain of the sect's inheritance being destroyed in his hands, all broke out at this moment.

puff!

Blood sprays the night.

The master wiped the blood on his lips with his cuff, but he didn't care, he closed his eyes and murmured:

"Ziliang, don't leave."

"If you leave, there will be few people left."

"Then what Jiang Ping said sounds nice. He will give you the opportunity to choose freely, but if none of you stay behind, there is no guarantee that he will not do something."

"We Junzige, we can no longer die."

The old handsome guy named Ziliang smiled freely, hiding the sadness on his face:

"Master, don't worry, Ziliang has long wanted to go to the Chaotang of the Zhao Kingdom. Ziliang has studied the sage books and practiced dragon slaying skills all his life. He has long wanted to try the dragon of the Zhao Kingdom. He is worthy of a battle."

"I'm sorry for you."

The master sighed again, and he half-bowed and retreated back into the building, unwilling to see the miserable conditions of the disciples behind him again.

When he returned to the building, he was hunched and old, as if he had really become an 80-year-old man, not the master of the Junzi Pavilion who was famous in the whole world of martial arts, and the chess master Wen Fangbai who was known as the son of the king.

……

The night fell silent, the sword sheathed.

There was the sound of squeaky wheels turning.

The bloodstains on the ground were separated by an invisible force, and the river was clean and innocent, only the smell of blood lingered around him.

He was pushed in front of Chen Er.

Looking at the middle-aged Confucian scholar who was forced to break an arm by him during the day, Jiang Ping asked:

"does it worth?"

At this moment, Chen Er's arms were folded, his dantian was pierced, and his true energy was released.

Behind him were two panic-stricken, pale-faced students.

This is the case with young people. After the initial enthusiasm, after the impulse to be fearless, they will recall the taste of fear.

Seeing classmates and friends die one by one, it is rare for them not to collapse.

There was also a gentleman from the academy who rushed out with Chen Er, who was also a grand master of martial arts.

However, he was besieged by three great masters, and he had to worry about protecting the students, so he didn't dare to use his full strength.

In the end, he died, and the students he protected did not survive.

Chen Er or Jiang Ping left a word, but just broke his hands and wasted effort to save his life.

Although Chen Er was seriously injured, the light in his eyes was not extinguished. He looked at Jiang Ping with a very complicated expression, and finally he just smiled bitterly and said:

"It's just asking for benevolence!"

"I just hope that my lord can save the lives of the two students behind me for the sake of the teacher."

"This officer has given you a choice."

Jiang Ping looked at the open gate of the academy with a gloomy gaze, and it was pitch black inside.

"Just wait until tomorrow morning, and you will be free."

"Even if you don't want to stay and serve the court, you are free to leave."

"Why can't you wait even one night?"

Chen Er shook his head and said, "That's different."

"Yeah, it's different."

The corner of Jiang Ping's mouth revealed a bit of sarcasm:

"The freedom I gave you is not freedom, it's humiliation. Is the freedom you get when you rush out and seek your own death considered freedom?"

"Now that you have made a choice, you should understand that there are some things that have no chance of turning back."

"This is the price you should pay."

"It seems that this officer is asking for trouble. For you people, there are probably some things that are more important than your life.

I respect your persistence. If you can risk your life to protect something, I am not as good as you.

But that's not why I don't kill you.

No rules no standards……"

"Get the knife."

The guard behind him handed over the long knife.

"give them."

Jiang Ping pointed to Chen Er and the two students behind him.

Clang clang! ! !

Three long knives were inserted in front of Chen Er and the others.

"This is the last kindness that I give you. You can kill yourself, and you can leave a whole body."

After all, Jiang Ping waved his hand behind him.

So the wheelchair turned, and Dong pushed Jiang Ping away.

Chen Er looked at the three shining knives in front of him, and then looked back at the two students who were supporting each other, clutching each other's arms tightly, almost choking into the flesh.

"Close your eyes."

He whispered to the two students.

The two students closed their eyes tremblingly, but their eyelashes were still trembling, which obviously foreshadowed something.

"Don't be afraid, it will be soon."

After all, he turned to Jiang Ping and said loudly:

"Thank you sir!"

Chen Er circulated his last zhenqi, and the three long knives on the ground were pulled out by the invisible zhenqi, soaring into the sky, with a faint sharp edge, they fell down on the three of them brazenly.

……

The next day, early morning.

The gate of the academy.

At this moment, the place has already been washed clean, with a trace of wet moisture, only a little blood remains in the gaps between the paved stone bricks, making the faint bloody smell linger.

squeak~~

The gate of the academy, which was closed at an unknown time, opened with the first ray of sunlight in the morning.

Wearing a plain white scholar's uniform, the master stepped out of the academy gate slowly.

Behind him is a vast crowd of academy disciples.

Among them are the disciples who have passed the enlightenment and formally entered the Junzi Pavilion, and there are also ordinary students who are still in the enlightenment stage.