I really want to be a cook

"That is to say, they scolded me just now and slandered my reputation. I can't move them yet."

Seeing that Jiang Ping was willing to reason, the old man softened his tone a lot.

"Since the founding of the state of Zhao, there has never been a precedent for the punishment of speech. Even if there are omissions in the administration of the country, the scholars can discuss and correct them.

Are you worthy of His Majesty?

As for the slander, you can report it to the government and let the government come to ask people for questioning.

If the government finds out that they have really damaged your reputation, needless to say, the old man will order them to apologize to you. "

Jiang Ping shook his head and said:

"You make a lot of sense, but ah, I don't really want to hear it."

"Take people, take them away."

"Anyone who dares to stop him will be killed!"

"Yes!"

The black-clothed guard drew his sword, and many scholars were silent, shrinking back and forth like a quail.

They thought that Master Jijiu would be able to stop this legendary demon king when he came.

But looking at this appearance, the devil king is worthy of being a devil king, even Lord Jijiu doesn't give face, and even if he doesn't agree, he will use a knife.

Some of them closed their eyes, afraid of seeing the scene of blood splattered later.

Seeing that the old man had drawn the knife, his face became anxious: "How dare you?!"

Jiang Ping chuckled: "Why don't I dare?"

"Don't they just want to ruin my reputation? Do I care about this?"

"Old man, you'd better get out of the way. The people under me are all rough men, and it doesn't matter how serious they are. If you accidentally hurt you, it will be a crime."

The old man didn't believe that Jiang Ping really dared to hurt him.

If Prince Ning's son relied on his royal blood, then he relied on himself and the thousands of scholars behind him.

They are in charge of the mouthpiece, if you don't want to be infamous forever, you have to be polite to them.

But how could Jiang Ping care about these things.

Anyway, since the battle of Tianzhu Mountain, no matter how he cleans up his reputation, it will not be much better.

Unless he is willing to kill relatives in public and draw a clear line with Qiye.

But he was stupid to do it.

Is the voice of the people in the world comparable to Qiye's one finger?

You don't want such thick thighs, what kind of reputation do you want, you are stupid to do such stupid things.

and so……

Jiang Ping casually assigned two subordinates and said, "Be careful, don't hurt this old man, the others will continue."

"Doctor Wen!"

The old man looked at the Master with pleading eyes and said:

"You are also a member of the Imperial College now, so why don't you just sit and watch him take our students away?"

He knew how powerful his master was, and he was a top master.

However, because of the sect's opinion, those underlings, doctors, and professors couldn't understand these people from the rivers and lakes, and even made an appointment with Wendou, he knew it.

In this regard, he has not expressed an opinion, that is, he has acquiesced.

The master secretly rolled his eyes.

They all made an appointment for a fight three days later, and now they remembered that he was one of their own.

But when the old man speaks, he has to make a gesture, after all, he still has to hang around here in the future.

Although he knew that Jiang Ping would definitely not give him this face.

But he still looked at Jiang Ping and persuaded:

"Master Jiang, why don't you give Master Jijiu some face and let this group of juniors go first, your lord has a lot, don't worry about these children."

Jiang Ping gave his master a look.

The master smiled awkwardly, and gave the old man a helpless look.

The old man's eyes froze, and he had already started to think about how to impeach him in his mind.

This is the sorrow of not having one's own force.

No matter how you retaliate afterwards, you will find how powerless you are the moment it happens.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, a gardener in a coarse linen shirt walked over slowly.

With just two words, he appeared in front of everyone.

The gardener was wearing a broken felt hat, holding a pair of small scissors for pruning branches and leaves, with a little dirt on his sleeves, and he was dressed in an ordinary way.

"Old Ding!"

"Isn't he the gardener of our courtyard?"

"Yes, yes, this must be a master hidden in our Imperial College, who is usually responsible for protecting us."

"Let me just say, how come there are not a few masters in the huge Imperial College, and these outsiders are allowed to mess around."

"Oh, I scolded Lao Ding that time, will he hold grudges?"

"It's a pity, I brushed shoulders with Lao Ding several times, but I didn't realize that he is still an expert."

"Hehe, if you find out, what kind of expert is he?"

For a while, everyone was discussing, their emotions became excited, and their eyes were quite expectant, as if they were about to witness a battle between dragons and tigers.

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Gardener walked slowly, walking in front of the crowd, surrounded by many students' discussions behind him, and a general trend gradually condensed on him.

Obviously he didn't show any strength.

The only thing that has something to do with it is his lightness kung fu of stepping [-] meters.

But what the world likes to read most is this kind of story of a sweeping monk. He is usually unknown, just an ordinary old man.

But once faced with a life-or-death crisis, he will turn around and become the savior who saves the sky and helps the building.

The sense of anticipation is full.

But for Jiang Ping, this kind of story also deceived him when he was a child.

He frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Even if the sweeping monk came, he was at best a great master, and to him, it was nothing more than that.

Mythical warriors are not so cheap yet.

This is the confidence of strength. No matter what means the opponent uses, the upper limit has already been determined.

Sure enough, the gardener stopped and looked around at the crowd. Facing many expectant eyes, he gave a wry smile and bowed to Jiang Ping:

"Old man Ding Xiu, guardian of the Imperial College, met Director Jiang."

"Earlier, Director Jiang brought people into the Imperial Academy, but the old man did not stop him. I also ask Director Jiang to give the old man this face and let these juniors go."

"They only dared to offend Director Jiang because they were bewitched by others.

After the old man, he must be strictly disciplined together with Lord Jijiu, and Director Jiang will never hear another rumor that slanders you. "

He is not these ignorant juniors who dare to shout loudly, and he knows what kind of existence the Seven Sects of Zhao Guo are.

Every sect is full of masters like a cloud, and their forces are intertwined. When they are angry, the whole martial arts world will tremble accordingly.

But the man in front of him used violence to directly deal with two of the characters. Now everyone in the world does not know how powerful the Martial Arts Division is.

Junzi Pavilion and Zhenwuzong are fine, they were incorporated by the imperial court.

The worst thing is that those sects that originally protected the sect under the Shendao Sect, or the forces under the sect that are involved with the Shendao Sect, are all panicked at this moment, lest the crisis of extinction will come in the next moment.

All the disciples of the Shendao Sect have become street rats. They used to be proud of being married to the Shendao Sect, but now they all avoid it.

I don't know how much love and hate it caused.

Facing this Director Jiang, trying to solve it with violence is the most stupid idea.

Nobody was more violent than him.

Regardless of his character, he is already a martial artist in a certain sense.

The gardener didn't want to come out at first, not to mention interceding, even to meet him face to face.

After all, apart from those outsiders who really see through the world of mortals, those who hide themselves mostly have unspeakable secrets.

The gardener is no exception, he is just a sad person, he had a friendship with the previous Lord Jijiu, and he lived in seclusion in a borrowed place.

For this reason, he took over the guard position of the Guozijian, and promised to take care of the Guozijian secretly when he took up the post of Jijiu, so that some youngsters would not disturb these students.

However, because of the noble status of the Guozijian, and the patrols of various yamen day and night, the law and order are extremely good. At most, the students in the courtyard sometimes fight because of jealousy and make some jokes, which is harmless.

So after so many years, the gardener is actually quite relaxed, and because of this, he remembers the love that Guozijian has for him.

At this moment, facing someone arresting someone in the Imperial College, Gardener must come out and repay the favor.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to pass his level.

The gardener's indirect submissiveness also disappointed the students who originally wanted to watch the good show of fighting between dragons and tigers.

"Is this the guardian of our Guozijian? It's too weak."

"Old Ding, your guardian won't be self-appointed, will he?"

"I don't think Lao Ding is an expert at all, but he dared to come out and stop these thugs, which can be regarded as the contribution of our Guozijian's enlightenment."

"That's right, even a gardener can defy power and want to save our classmates, but we were thinking about retreating just now?"

"I made a decision!"

A student who had been watching the excitement came out and blocked the way of the guards in black:

"Although I don't want to get involved in this kind of thing.

But after all, they are my classmates, people from our Imperial College.

They made mistakes, our Imperial College can punish them, His Majesty can punish them, but you can't!

If you let us arrest our classmates today, will others be able to go to the Imperial College to arrest people tomorrow?

I will never allow this to happen.

My strength is weak, but if I don't stand up, I will never see others stand up.

With me here today, you don't want to take our classmates away! "

"And I!"

"I don't believe he dared to take us all away!"

All the students stood up impassionedly.

At this time, it is not just about fighting against the evil executioner, but about maintaining the dignity of the Imperial College.

Zhao Lin and the others can be captured today, and they can be taken away tomorrow.

If this is the case, where will they put their qualifications as quasi-emperor disciples.

Seeing the anger of the crowd, the gardener was stunned.

This group of melons must be stupid when they read books.

Those who play with knives won't tell them any nonsense.

When he was young, when encountering such a situation, if he could solve it with one knife, he would never use two.

Sure enough, before he could speak in the future, Jiang Ping sighed slightly and said with a regretful expression: