Jiang Ping won the Master, who was known as the chess saint, and was in a good mood for a while.

Of course, he was very sober and knew that even Goji was better than him, but the Master still lost to him without a trace.

Just like those emperors in history, facing national players, they can win every battle with their third-rate chess skills.

Over time, they really thought that they were excellent at chess skills and the best in the world, and then did something that seemed ridiculous.

Even not only play chess, but also in other fields.

Who dares to win the lord of a country?

Jiang Ping thought of the history of the real world, an emperor who likes to stamp and is known as the "Ten Complete Old Man".

They never win inside, but outside.

The same is true now. If the Master asks for him, he will lose beautifully.

But this feels really great.

Starting from today, Hejiang, Chess King, and Ping are also the national player who has surpassed Chess Saint. As long as this chess refers to Goji, it is not said that this chess refers to Goji.

"Teacher, this place is now your territory, take me around. I also want to meet the highest school in a country. What does it look like?

You know, I have always admired people who are good at studying."

Jiang Ping stood up and suddenly thought that he was a fighter among students, who was wasting his good genes inherited by his parents.

When he arrived in the game world, he had never studied hard.

You should know that writing books and biography in games can also gain experience after circulating them.

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

Jiang Ping has never made any consideration in this regard.

That is not a field that a poor student like him should touch.

The Master also stood up: "I am not very familiar with the environment of the Imperial College. Today I happened to visit with Lord Jiang."

"please!"

"please!"

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

In this scene, it was impossible to see that the young man had personally ordered the slaughter of more than 100 disciples of the old man, including his personal disciples.

...

In the middle of the Imperial College is a great palace, which enshrines the statues of all sages in history. The Master’s dream is to allow his statues to be included in it and be worshipped by scholars all over the world, and to allow his scriptures to be studied by scholars in later generations.

Among them are Yilun Hall, Luxin Hall, Xiudao Hall, Chengxin Hall, Zhengxin Hall, Zhengyi Hall, Chongzhi Hall, Doctor Hall, Classic Hall, Practice Hall, Chef Hall, Kitchen Hall and other buildings.

Among them, landscape galleries are adjusted in various places, and the environment is quiet, which is a good place to cultivate one's own character and read and preach.

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

He now plays a weak and weak cock, so when he sees so many people, he takes three steps back and lets the Master deal with it.

The Master stepped forward and blocked the fierce crowd. His voice was as loud as a bell, and he suppressed the audience in a low but powerful manner.

"quiet!"

Due to the prosperity of martial arts, even students from the Imperial College were not weak scholars. They had practiced martial arts one by one, at least were masters.

But facing the Master's "Silent" sound, they still felt thunder sounding in their ears, and they were shocked and unconsciously obeyed the orders.

The Master scolded: "What are you trying to do when you are making noise and blocking my husband and Lord Jiang's way?"

Haven’t your teacher taught you what rules are?!”

The scholar in charge is a handsome and elegant young man wearing a Confucian shirt. He has a jade crown on his head, so his family background should be of good condition.

He bowed to the Master: "Student Zhao Lin has met the doctoral student. It is not because the students do not understand the rules. But when he heard that the blood-handed butcher had come here, he couldn't help himself. Then the people's feelings surged. I hope the doctor would forgive me."

The identity of the Master had been circulating a lot a few days ago, and everyone was very curious about this master in the martial arts world.

But it's just curiosity.

For them, only literature can conquer them.

Martial arts are just used to strengthen the body, and the people who govern the country rely on them as scholars.

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

"You are Jiang Ping, the blood-handed butcher who is 100,000 innocent people in the Killing Divine Sword City, who is full of conscience and inhumane!"

"Do you know your guilt?"

Jiang Ping: "..."

What to do?!

His current opponents are all big shots like the Grandmaster of the Seven Sects, Emperor Zhao, and the National Master. They were suddenly blocked by a small character they didn't know, and he suddenly felt a little unresponsive.

Is there someone targeting him again?

Jiang Ping's eyes quietly swept around, but he didn't notice any surveillance gaze.

Is it just an accident?

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

"Who are you?"

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

"I am 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 didn't expect that he would meet someone from the same place.

There was a little more appreciation in his eyes. Yes, if he had the ability to succeed, he would find the wrong partner.

"I am a third-rank official. You, a scholar without an official, dare to stop him in public, and dare to commit crimes and insult me ​​loudly."

Jiang Ping waved his hand, and two black-clothed guards rushed out from somewhere, and directly pressed Zhao Lin down.

"Sin is a rod of eighty."

"But I think that if you have good fortune, I will give you two or eighty-eight."

"Execution in public!"

"stop!"

Zhao Lin struggled vigorously, but he was not the opponent of the black-clothed guard who had great martial arts skills.

He could only watch himself being pushed down, and a pair of rough big hands were groping his belt, as if he wanted to untie his trousers.

"Stop! Stop!"

"I am Prince Ning, the nephew of His Majesty today. You are not qualified to attack me. Whoever dares to do anything is to hurt the royal relatives and despise the emperor,

I will meet the Lord to cure your sins and your nine tribes!”

Zhao Lin was so anxious that tears fell down because his butt had already felt a hint of cool breeze.

Fortunately, after he threw out the background, he heard a "stop", and the big hands that unbuttoned his belt immediately stopped, but he still didn't forget to pat his butt, as if saying, "Oh, that's not bad."

His tears fell down.

shame!

This is his lifelong shame!

Zhao Lin broke away from the black guard with both hands, fastened his belt, and then glared at Jiang Ping with anger:

"Zhao Lin has recorded today's humiliation."

Jiang Ping was not angry, but stared at Zhao Lin with interest, and said with some excitement:

"You are Prince Ning, you are finally here. How long have I been waiting!"

"Come on, hurry up and report all your backers and your secret guards, call out all of them. Made, finally encountered a slap in the face.

I must have a good time this time!"

Zhao Lin: “…”

I'm afraid this person is crazy, right?

Everyone knows that he is His Majesty's nephew, why dare he be so arrogant to him?
Chapter completed!