I really want to be a cook

There are willow trees planted by the pool, with green branches growing out, surrounded by strange rocks and rockeries.

Many Guozijian students were pretending to be reading there with books, but their eyes still drifted over the koi pond from time to time, with a bit of curiosity and exploration, and some were angry and shameless, or disdainful.

In short, there are all kinds of things, because people's minds are uncertain.

Jiang Ping smiled and said, "I'm here to congratulate Master, no, I should be called Master Doctor now."

After he entered the capital with Jiang Ping this time, he met Zhao Huang on the back foot.

Jiang Ping heard that he had discussed politics with Zhao Huang, and he was very fond of Zhao Huang, so he worshiped a doctor on the spot and entered the Imperial Academy.

Of course, this was the condition discussed between Jiang Ping and his master.

For these articles, he had already had people write notes and hand them over to Zhao Huang, and they would usually be approved for approval.

The Master shook his head and said: "It's just an idler, and the old man and the students will have to rely on you, Mr. Jiang, in the future.

You tricked us into coming here, but you can't let it go. "

Since he entered the Imperial Academy, many former gentlemen from the Junzi Pavilion also came. To show their sincerity, they will all serve as professors, and their original teachers can also become teaching assistants.

There are even twelve original students of Junzi Pavilion who are also admitted to Junzi Pavilion as supervising students, and will take the exam in front of the palace in the future.

Anyway, there are enough idlers in the Imperial College, and they don't care if there are more than ten or twenty.

I just heard that the original officials of the Guozijian were very unhappy. After all, these official positions were recommended by them in the past.

This time, after the people from Junzi Pavilion moved in forcefully, they filed a collective complaint the next day to protest, saying that a group of martial artists are not worthy of being teachers.

Emperor Zhao didn't forcefully refuse, but ordered Guozijian to compete with Junzige, and the winner was judged by the friends.

No, the master felt weak, so he hurriedly asked Jiang Ping for help.

Anyway, it's all like this, so there's no need to hold on to face.

Hearing this, Jiang Ping chuckled and said:

"Master, you can't rely on Jiang, this competition is a good thing for you.

In the past, you were experts in the world, idle clouds and wild cranes, so it is reasonable for them to have doubts.

As long as you can defeat them in front of everyone, who dares to say that the books you Junzige read are useless?

I heard that the master and the gentlemen of the former academy have no students who are willing to come to study.

Now is the time to prove yourself.

Jiang would also like to congratulate the master, this is the first step of the master's righteousness to educate the world.

And I heard that many officials who have studied in the Junzi Pavilion are also planning to join in the fun. When the time comes, it must be a big event in the capital.

By the way, I haven't asked for advice yet, what day is your competition on? "

The master said: "Just three days later, since the old man promised Mr. Jiang to enter the Imperial College, I will not be timid.

It's just that I'm a little afraid of some accidents, so I want to ask Mr. Jiang to help keep the place down. "

They are not afraid of shallow knowledge, but they are afraid of some disgusting people recruited outside the market.

As a scholar, I most understand the truth that people look down on each other.

Especially those who are from the rivers and lakes.

Jiang Ping couldn't help laughing: "Master, then you will have no clear relationship with me. If you are involved in the future, life may not be easy."

The master smiled bitterly: "Is there any other choice, old man?"

Jiang Ping clapped his hands and said, "Then Jiang will definitely arrive in three days!"

After all, he quickly made a move, forming a three-four trend, winning first.

"Haha, I won!"

The sixty-seventh chapter of the sudden face-slapping plot

Jiang Ping was in a good mood when he won against his master who was known as a master of chess.

Of course, he was very clear-headed, knowing that even in backgammon, the master was better than him, but the master still lost to him without a trace.

It's like those emperors in history, when facing big players at the national level, they were able to win every battle with their third-rate chess skills.

As time goes by, they really think that their chess skills are superb and that they are the best in the world, and then they do some things that make people look ridiculous.

Even not only in chess, but in other fields as well.

Who dares to defeat the lord of a country?

Jiang Ping thought of a certain emperor in the history of the real world who liked to stamp his seal and was known as the perfect old man.

What they win is never inside the game, but outside the game.

It's the same now, if the master asks him, he will lose beautifully.

But this feeling is really good.

From today onwards, Jiang Qi Wang Ping is also a national player who is better than a chess master.

As long as it doesn't say backgammon.

"Master, this is your territory now, take me around. I also want to see the highest school in the country, what does it look like?

You know, I have always admired people who study well. "

Jiang Ping stood up, and suddenly thought of himself in reality, just a fighting scum among the scumbags, wasting the good genes inherited from his parents in vain.

In the game world, he didn't study hard.

You must know that writing a book in the game can also gain experience after spreading it.

Therefore, many people will copy some classics handed down from the real world, but the classics still need to conform to the reality of the game world, so they generally need to be modified, otherwise they cannot become system-certified masterpieces.

Jiang Ping has never considered this aspect.

That's not the field that a scumbag like him should touch.

The master also stood up: "Speaking of which, the old man is not very familiar with the environment of the Guozijian, and I happened to take a tour with Mr. Jiang today."

"Please!"

"Please!"

One old and one young, the two invited each other politely.

From this scene, it is impossible to see that the young man personally ordered the slaughter of more than 100 disciples of the old man, including his own disciples.

In the middle of Guozijian is a Dacheng Hall, which enshrines the statues of saints and sages in history. The master's dream is to have his own statues included in it and be worshiped by scholars all over the world, so that his scriptures can also be studied by future generations of scholars.

Among them are Yilun Hall, Shuxin Hall, Xiudao Hall, Honesty Hall, Justice Hall, Chongzhi Hall, Doctor Hall, Book Hall, Palm Food Hall, Kitchen and other buildings.

Among them, there are landscape galleries in various places, with a quiet environment, which is a good place for self-cultivation, reading and lectures.

But before Jiang Ping had time to visit, he was surrounded by a group of noisy scholars as soon as he walked out of the long pavilion on the koi pond.

Now he was acting as a weak and weak chicken, so when he saw so many people, he took three steps back and let the master deal with it.

The master took a step forward to block the menacing crowd, his voice was like a loud bell, and he suppressed the audience with a deep but powerful voice.

"quiet!"

Due to the prosperity of martial arts, even the students of Guozijian are not weak scholars, and all of them have practiced martial arts, at least they are advanced martial artists.

But in the face of Master's silence, they still felt that there was thunder in their ears, and they were shocked, and they obeyed the order unconsciously.

The master scolded: "What are you making noise and blocking the way of the old man and Mr. Jiang?

Didn't your teacher teach you what rules are? ! "

The leading scholar is a handsome and personable young man dressed in a Confucian shirt. He wears a jade crown on his head, so he should have a good family background.

He bowed to his master and said, "Student Zhao Lin has seen the Doctor, it's not because the students don't understand the rules, but because they heard that the bloody butcher came here, they couldn't help it for a while, and that's why they were so angry. I hope the doctor will forgive me. "

The identity of the master has been rumored a few days ago, and everyone is very curious about this master of the rivers and lakes.

But just curious.

For them, only learning can conquer them.

Martial arts are only used to strengthen the body, and it is scholars like them who govern the country.

So after seeing the ceremony, Zhao Lin straightened his back and asked Jiang Ping:

"You are Jiang Ping, the bloody butcher who killed hundreds of thousands of innocent people in the city of God's Sword, devoid of conscience and humanity!"

"Are you guilty?!"

Jiang Ping: ""

What are you doing? !

His current opponents are all the great masters of the Seven Sects, Zhao Huang, a big man like the national teacher, and suddenly he was blocked by a small character he didn't know, and he didn't realize it all at once.

Is someone targeting him again?

Jiang Ping glanced around quietly, but didn't find any surveillance eyes.

Just an accident?

Jiang Ping looked at the scholar named Zhao Lin and asked:

"who are you?"

Zhao Lin was shocked immediately, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of sacred light:

"I'm just an ordinary scholar in the world, a scholar with conscience, courage and determination!"

Good guy!Isn't this the line I should memorize when acting?

Jiang Ping never thought that he would meet someone of the same kind.

There was a little more appreciation in his eyes, yes, he has three successes, but he just found the wrong partner.

"This official is the official of the imperial court, a dignified third-rank official, you, a scholar without official status, dare to stop you in public, and dare to offend me by insulting this official loudly."

Jiang Ping waved his hand, and two black-clothed guards jumped out from nowhere, and directly pushed Zhao Lin down.

"Sin is worth eighty sticks."

"But because you have a good reputation, I will subtract two strokes for you, 88 strokes."

"Public execution!"

"stop!"

Zhao Lin struggled vigorously, but he was no match for the powerful black-clothed guard.

He could only watch helplessly as he was pushed down, and a pair of rough hands were groping for his waistband, as if they wanted to untie his trousers.

"Stop! You stop!"

"I am Prince Ning's son, and I am His Majesty's nephew. You have no right to do anything to me. Whoever dares to mess around will hurt the emperor's relatives and despise the Holy Majesty.

I want to meet the Holy One and punish you for your sins, and punish the sins of your nine clans! "

Zhao Lin was so anxious that tears fell, because his ass had already felt a cool breeze.

Fortunately, after he threw it out of the background, he heard a stop, and then the pair of big hands that unbuttoned his belt stopped immediately, but they still didn't forget to pat his butt, as if to say, ouch, not bad.

His tears fell down.

shame!

This is the disgrace of his life!

Zhao Lin broke away from the black-clothed guard with both hands, fastened his belt quickly, and then glared at Jiang Ping angrily and said:

"Today's humiliation, Zhao Lin has recorded it."

Jiang Ping didn't get angry, but stared at Zhao Lin with great interest, and said excitedly:

"You are Prince Ning's son, you are finally here, how long have I been waiting!"

"Come on, hurry up and report all your backers, as well as your secret guards, call them all out, Ma De, it's hard to encounter a face-slapping scene.

This time I must have a good time! "

Zhao Lin: ""