I really want to be a cook

Linglong really didn't understand what the old Taoist Chongxu was thinking.

It was obvious that they wanted to take their people as hostages and as cannon fodder, how could they agree so readily.

"Shouldn't the old man agree?"

Daoist Chongxu asked back with a smile.

"Ah? No!"

Linglong blushed and quickly denied it.

After all, he is a newcomer who just came out of the rivers and lakes. He grew up under the protection of his master for the first half of his life. He thought that after reading a few books and seeing the world a few times, he felt that he had seen the whole world clearly.

It wasn't until she really went out that she realized that the world was far from being as simple as she thought.

Her superb martial arts skills may not necessarily solve all problems.

"Master Director means at least half of the staff."

Linglong replied truthfully.

Since she couldn't figure it out for the time being, she didn't have to think too much, and followed the instructions honestly, and then pondered carefully later.

"What a big appetite."

Daoist Chongxu sighed, but this time he did not immediately agree, but said:

"The old Taoist wants to meet Director Jiang, but for such a big matter, the old Taoist dare not jump to conclusions without seeing him.

I wonder where Director Jiang is now? "

"he?"

Linglong thought of the guy who waved goodbye to her, then left everything to her, and ran away with the others.

Linglong said rather helplessly: "Our Sir Director is doing a very important thing."

"Is there anything more important than our Zhen Wuzong?"

Daoist Chongxu suddenly had a flash of light in his mind:

"Who is he shooting at?!"

"Are we really his fog?"

"Hehe, there are talented people from generation to generation. It is admirable to hear that Director Jiang has such a boldness to fight on two fronts. The old man wants to see him even more."

Daoist Chongxu seemed to think of something, then shook his head and said:

"Others are not as easy-talking as Lao Dao. He is afraid that he will suffer a big loss this time."

"Reverend Chongxu, what are you talking about?"

Linglong found that things followed what she said just now, and she didn't know where it went.

But she still doesn't understand anything.

It made her feel stupid about herself.

Daoist Chongxu picked up the teacup, saw off the guests with a smile and said:

"Lord Linglong, Director Jiang has good intentions, and the old Taoist accepts it, but this is a major matter concerning the whole sect after all, and the old Taoist still needs to discuss it with other people.

Master Linglong will wait for a few days for the time being, and when the result of the discussion comes out, the old Taoist will definitely speak to you as soon as possible.

In the past few days, adults can live on the mountain. The scenery on Zhenwu Mountain is quite beautiful, and adults will not be disappointed. "

He needs to wait for a message to verify his guess just now.

If it is true, he throws up his hands and feet in surrender, agreeing to all conditions.

If the guess is wrong, it is not too late to bargain again.

Zhen Wuzong is one of the seven sects, Chongxu Daoist is confident that he has this face.

They don't want to die, and the court also has various scruples, and will not resort to final violence unless it is a last resort.

Linglong wanted to ask again, when she saw two Taoist priests walking up from behind Daoist Chongxu, one from the left and one from the right, extending their hands to see off the guest:

"Several adults, please."

Linglong frowned, always feeling that there was something she hadn't noticed.

However, everyone has issued an order to evict guests, so it is not good for her to stay.

"Since this is the case, we will give Zhenwuzong three days to discuss and consider. As for the scenery on the mountain, Linglong can't wait until Zhenwuzong becomes the true sect of protecting the country.

But Linglong still has a piece of advice for Daoist Chongxu.

Our Lord Chief has a bad temper. When the time comes, when our Lord Chief comes forward, the conditions that Zhen Wuzong will agree to will be more than the current one. "

After finishing speaking, Linglong walked out of the Zhenwu Hall with the head of Wu Yao who didn't have a single line, and her steps were a bit fast.

Because she actually used Jiang Ping as a strategic deterrent weapon, which is a bit shameful.

Fallen!

It is clearly stated that everything depends on oneself.

……

"Ah!"

Sitting in a wheelchair, Jiang Ping sneezed vigorously under a cool breeze on a small hill, and wrapped himself in the cotton-padded robe carefully.

"Are you all right? Did you get the cold from the night wind blowing last night?"

Dong asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Jiang Ping said helplessly:

"After all, I'm so handsome. Thousands of people say I'm handsome every day. It's inevitable that I feel something. It will be fine after a while.

Don't worry, it's definitely not because of looking at the moon with you last night.

Ah Choo, Ah Choo! ! "

Without waiting for Dong to speak, Jiang Ping spread his hands and said preemptively:

"Look, handsome guys are so miserable, and someone said behind my back that I'm handsome."

East:"……"

Even if he knew it was because he didn't want her to feel guilty, after all, she was the one who asked to see the moon last night, but she still wanted to hit someone, what should I do?

"Don't say it."

Jiang Ping tactfully skipped the topic, and decided to ask that magical doctor to prescribe some sweet medicine when he went back. This cold cannot be ignored, after all, he might heal by accident.

He wasted so many years of his life, and finally got a cold, but he couldn't just let it slip away.

"Ahead is the Divine Sword Gate, right?"

Jiang Ping asked, pointing to a small city ahead.

Standing behind, Qiu Daoyu, an old single dog who had been fed dog food for a long time, saw the signal and walked over in a hurry.

"Yes, son."

"How's it going?"

"According to your instructions, all the main roads in and out of the Shendao Gate have been guarded, and there are 12 grand masters on call at any time, and none of them can escape.

But son, you really don't plan to chat with them first?

What if they wanted to surrender too? "

Qiu Daoyu opened the way in a whimsical way.

"Ha ha."

Jiang Ping laughed strangely, looked at Qiu Daoyu with a look of a fool and said:

"Old Qiu, although I know that you are trying to set off my superior intelligence, but this is too clumsy, so be careful next time.

I haven't seen you for a while, your flattering skills are low.

Such an obvious question, I don't bother to answer.

Right, master, explain it to me. "

The wife, who had been with Jiang Ping for nearly half a month, gradually got used to Jiang Ping's detached character.

When he was not an enemy, Master discovered that Master Jiang was quite straightforward and lively, not at all as vicious as he was when he waved his hands and killed all the students under his sect.

Of course, if he hadn't taken the Sangong Pill prepared by Jiang Pingling's ghost hand Yan Luo, which suppressed [-]% of his skills, he might still think that Jiang Ping was very upright.

But Master just smiled indifferently, looked at the city ahead and said:

"Shen Dao Sect is called a sect, but in fact it has long been designated as the king. More than 100 years ago, the eighth Sect Master of Shen Dao Sect built a city here.

Today, there are tens of thousands of people in this city of divine swords, and everyone is inextricably linked to the divine swordsmen, so they can be called loyalists of the divine swordsmen.

If civil strife comes, they can pull out [-] battle-ready troops within three days, which is enough to sweep the surrounding counties within three months and divide the land into divisions.

The imperial court once sent several officials to take over the city, but none of them survived the second day.

Over time, this city became a city without an owner, a country within a country, managed by the Shendaomen like an iron bucket.

Moreover, over the years, Shendaomen has taken in many Jiangyang thieves who have committed major crimes abroad, and has taken them for their own use, and their strength has grown day by day.

Therefore, this city is also called the city of sin by many people in the Jianghu.

Even if they wanted to surrender, the old man felt that Mr. Jiang would not believe it even if he was afraid.

but……"

The Master asked with some doubts:

"Master Jiang, with his previous manpower, can deal with my Junzi Pavilion well, but if he wants to attack the Shendaomen, he may still be a little weak, right?"

"Master, don't underestimate yourself. Junzige is also one of the seven sects of the Zhao Kingdom. It was Jiang who underestimated it before. Thinking about it now, I'm sweating coldly and consciously being bold.

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Although turbulent waves have already appeared in his heart, the Master still said calmly:

"Master Jiang is joking, if there are really three great Confucian scholars in the Gentleman's Pavilion, how can Lord Jiang surrender so easily?

The old man will not be reduced to today's prisoner, even losing his freedom. "

As if to dispel Jiang Ping's doubts, Master added:

"Actually, many years ago, Junzi Pavilion had the inheritance of three great Confucians, but the descendants of later generations were unworthy and could not pass the test left by the ancestors, so that the positions of these three great Confucianists have remained vacant.

But this is a secret of our Junzi Pavilion, I wonder where Master Jiang heard it from? "

Jiang Ping let out a light snort, revealing his original appearance.

"Oh, didn't you take a few miscellaneous books from Junzi Pavilion a few days ago, that's where Jiang read them.

Speaking of which, Jiang was a little scared.

If there were really three great Confucian scholars in Junzi Pavilion at that time, I am afraid that I would have been taken hostage at that time, and now thinking about it, I feel bold and a little scared. "

"I see."

The master also acted like I believed it.

"Master Jiang laughed."

"Haha, don't talk about that."

Jiang Ping laughed and turned the matter over.

Whether or not the three great Confucians in Junzi Pavilion really existed, it doesn't matter at this moment.

After all, you can't be too ruthless in life.

They just want to diversify their investments and not put all their eggs in one basket.

He is not Zhao Huang's loyal minister and filial son, why is he so desperate.

Just now he mentioned something, it was just a reminder, don't let the master treat him as a fool, otherwise it will easily make everyone unhappy.