I really want to be a cook

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Thinking of how Young Master threw out the divine weapon without hesitation in order to let him escape from the battle, Qiu Daoyu was also deeply moved.

The reason why he has been following Jiang Ping is that he is even willing to repay him with his life.

It wasn't because Jiang Ping helped him recover and even recognized his grandson as his godson.

If that was the case, how could he be so hard on Jiang Ping.

When Wu becomes a grand master, the imperial power cannot be humiliated.

Even the royal family treats the Grand Master with the courtesy of enshrining, and dare not humiliate at will.

What kind of help, what kind of relationship, when he broke through to the Grand Master, in fact, all Jiang Ping's investment has been paid off.

But his majestic master is still willing to be a servant, following Jiang Ping as a multi-faceted tool man.

It was because he felt Jiang Ping's sincerity to him.

You treat him like a gentleman of the country, and I will repay you as a gentleman of the country!

My son is indeed afraid of death, he is indeed worthless, and he is indeed shameless. Sometimes his behavior makes him feel ashamed when he sees him, and even wants to stab him in the back on the spot.

But so what?

In this world, apart from his own son, the only person who treats him best is the son.

Even after his own son had a daughter-in-law and his own son, the son had become number one.

It's clear that they met by chance, but the young master is sure that he will not repay his kindness and throw all the benefits on him, so he is not afraid of feeding the white-eyed wolf.

He was able to fully recover in such a short period of time, and then break through to the realm of a great master. Of course, it was his accumulation of more than 20 years of silence, but more of it was the help of the young master.

But what did he do for the son?

On the contrary, every time he encountered danger, the young master would drag him to run the fastest and never give him a chance to repay his favor.

Just like this time.

With the magic weapon in hand, few people can let it go easily.

Obviously let him delay in front, the young master can retreat calmly with the magic soldiers.

Normal people know how to choose between a magic weapon and a grand master.

After all, people's hearts are changeable, the great master may rebel, but the magic soldier will not.

Moreover, the young master's martial arts realm has already surpassed him, and when he is really in danger, he can't tell who will protect whom.

His effect on the young master has long been negligible, far inferior to the addition of a divine weapon to his combat power.

But even so, the young master still threw out the magic weapon without hesitation, replacing their safe retreat.

Qiu Daoyu would not say anything provocative, but just kept everything silently in his heart.

He owed his son so much.

It's not that life is hard to report.

It's just that this opportunity seems to be hopeless now.

Thinking of this, Qiu Daoyu almost laughed out loud.

No one wants to die by himself.

He is a demon.

Jiang Ping happened to see the smile in Qiu Daoyu's eyes, and his face immediately collapsed:

"Comrade Lao Qiu, do you feel that your worth has increased? I don't even want magic soldiers, I want to save you.

I tell you, I regret it now.

snort! "

Jiang Ping snorted arrogantly, then stood up.

"My son, go to sleep now, and when I wake up, I will beat everyone to death with one punch!

Ma De, I have never been wronged like this before! "

"Yes, the son is the most powerful."

Qiu Daoyu nodded hastily, feeling the joyous atmosphere filling the air again, even his own mood improved.

Jiang Ping took two steps, then remembered something, turned around and said:

"By the way, remember to call me first, I won't make the same mistake again!"

Even if he can lift the opponent up and hammer him, I still want to shake him!

This is his steady way.

……

Backing Shanzong Farm.

The fire has been extinguished, but the occasional 'pop' can still be heard under the collapsed beams and wood.

There are corpses all over the ground, swords are scattered, and countless lives are lost. This place is like an irregular slaughterhouse.

The air was full of dead silence.

Fighting with Tian Zhuwei, and being brutally killed by Jiang Ping's magic soldiers, the remaining warriors are only 50 to [-] people alive.

You know, there were more than 200 of them before, and with the players who sneaked in, the number was even higher.

But at this moment, the number of people kneeling on the ground is less than two palms.

The others fell in a pool of blood, unable to escape bad luck.

The Demon Lord of the Six Prisons held the dimly-lit Shocking Shield tightly in one hand, while pacing in front of the crowd, with extremely complicated emotions on his face.

Originally, the great joy of getting the magic soldier was mixed with the great sadness of learning about the tragic death of his grandson.

Make him the grumpy old man he is now.

"My grandson is dead, why are you still alive?!"

"what?!"

"answer me!"

boom!

A kneeling man's head was smashed by the palm of the Six Prison Demon Lord, like a big watermelon, red and white were blown all over the place.

The other people had brain stains on their faces, and they didn't dare to wipe them off. They just trembled and didn't dare to speak, waiting for the butcher knife to be swung at them.

At this time, apart from the fear of the devil in the six prisons, they only had greetings from the eighth generation of that talkative man's ancestors.

Because it all stems from that man's redundant sentence:

"Xu Yong? Xu Yong is dead."

Then there is no more then.

The talkative people turned into pureed flesh and merged with the soil on the ground.

When the Lord of the Six Prisons found his grandson in the corpse, all of them present, counting as one, none of them could escape the cruel killing of the Demon Lord of the Six Prisons.

Not that no one wanted to escape.

But who can escape the pursuit of the Grand Master.

On the contrary, those who escaped received special treatment from the Demon Lord of the Six Hells, and they had to be tortured before they could die in pain.

In this way, they dare not resist even more.

The only thing I hope is that the next person to die is not me, even if I can live a minute and a second longer.

Perhaps, someone passed by and rescued them.

It's just that the possibility is too low.

The backer sect originally chose to build the sect in a place that is paralyzed, and there is only one road to come in. If you don't want to come to the backer sect on purpose, who will pass by without incident.

But things are often so coincidental.

"stop!!"

A majestic mature male voice came from afar, and then a middle-aged man in a white Confucian shirt came from the sky.

He saw the corpses all over the ground, and saw the murderous behavior of the six devils, and he instinctively linked the murderers together.

"Who are you, to slaughter innocent people here?"

The man in the Confucian shirt had a beautiful beard of three feet, his face was majestic and fair, and his eyes were full of energy. At first glance, he was the kind of...good guy.

His name is Su Wenzheng, the eldest gentleman of Junzi Pavilion, a great master of martial arts who has read poetry and books.

Because the first ancestor of Junzi Pavilion was created by a down-and-out scholar.

That scholar failed in the exams many times, so he abandoned literature and pursued martial arts in anger. Unexpectedly, he was very talented in martial arts, and he really made a career.

Of course, it was later recorded in the patriarch's annals that the first patriarch saw through the darkness of the officialdom, abandoned his official position in anger, and became a ranger.

During his travels in the rivers and lakes, he saved literary descendants many times and was admired and recommended by them, so he founded Junzi Pavilion.

Therefore, most of the descendants are both civil and military, but they cannot be admitted to be officials, otherwise they will violate the precepts of the ancestors.

Su Wenzheng's personality is quite pedantic, he does things in a rigid manner, black is black, white is white, there is absolutely no reason why black and white can become gray.

This is why the player picked him.

If he has a smooth personality, what if he shakes hands with the great master of magic, he must fight.

But at this moment, facing the Demon Lord of the Six Prisons, Su Wenzheng suppressed the discomfort in his heart and asked:

"Where's my disciple?"

"What disciple?"

The Demon Lord of the Six Hells pointed at the corpses all over the ground and laughed frantically:

"Oh, by the way, isn't it right here?"

"Hahaha, my grandson is dead, can your disciple still live alone? Let him be buried with him!"

Su Wen's face immediately changed drastically.

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Su Wen was following the sight of the Lord of the Six Hells, only the ground was bright red, mixed with pairs of unwilling eyes, as if he was complaining about something.

His disciple, dead?

Su Wenzheng felt empty for a moment.

But he still had a glimmer of hope, and asked the few remaining survivors who were kneeling:

"Maybe you have seen a boy named Zeng Yu?"

Zeng Yu is his most beloved disciple.

Not only because this person is well-behaved and obedient, but also because he is the grandson of his former lover.

When he was young, he had a private life with a girl, and they were separated from each other because of family differences.

Decades later, he met her at the entrance ceremony of Junzi Pavilion.

Although she was no longer beautiful when she was young, that temperament, that pair of eyebrows and eyes were still familiar.

She sent her grandson to participate in the entrance examination.

So he, who had not accepted a disciple for a long time, took Zeng Yu as his disciple on a whim, and stayed by his side to train him carefully, which was also a consolation for the love he had back then.

Even she didn't know about it.

After all, how could she have thought that a poor scholar who walked around the streets and wrote pictorials for big guys would be a true disciple of Junzige.

Su Wenzheng seems to act dull, but in fact he has a delicate mind and has the unique hypocrisy of a scholar.

If Zeng Yu died, he didn't know how to explain to her back then.

It would be embarrassing for them to meet.

the other side.