"Stop it! Stop it all for me!"

A gray-haired, very knowledgeable old man rushed over with several middle-aged men.

The old man had a low martial arts skills, or he had no martial arts skills, and he was anxious and he was a little breathless.

But when he faced a group of black-clothed guards who looked like wolves and tigers, he was not polite, and even pointed his fingers into someone else's face.

"Who gives you the courage?!"

"Who gives you the right?!"

"This is the Imperial College, how did you come in?"

"Do you know who are arrested now? They are students from the Imperial College, civil servants, and students of His Majesty.

Let go! Let me let go!"

The old man was angry and timid at all.

Although the black guards did not let go, they also looked at Jiang Ping and waited for the order.

"I brought them in, old man, who are you?"

Jiang Ping asked with his chest in his arms.

The old man snorted coldly: "I am the priest of the Imperial College. Who are you? How dare you lead troops to collide with the Imperial College?"

Jiang Ping said: "I am the Director of the Martial Arts Department, they will collide with me. I will help me discipline you, no need to thank you. Take it away."

At this time, he had no intention of visiting the Imperial College.

"No one is allowed to leave!"

The old man opened his hand to stop everyone and said loudly:

"They are my husband's students, and no one is allowed to take them away! If anyone wants to take a student away from the Imperial College, then walk over to me first!"

Jiang Ping: "..."

Come on.

Seeing this Master Jijiu came so timely, it seems that the people behind the scenes who have planned to plot against him have already been calculated.

The priest in front of him seemed to have no strength, but offending the priest would be equivalent to offending most of the scholars in the world, as well as the nobles in the court.

After all, many of the people in the imperial court walked out of the Imperial College, and perhaps they had to call the priest in front of him to call him "Teacher".

If court officials surge, they may not be given any excuses to Emperor Zhao.

This made him in a dilemma.

If you are a little tougher, this old man may not have really fought against him.

But if it becomes soft, he feels unhappy.

Sure enough, this thing is a series of conspiracy.

Jiang Ping was a little tired, and he asked, "What do you want?"

The old man replied: "Let them go! They are students of the Imperial College and scholars with fame and fortune. You cannot catch them!

You don't have this right!

If you want to arrest them, take the arrest documents from Jingzhao Prefecture! Come with the documents from the Ministry of Justice!”

The old man stretched out his hand, which was quite aggressive.

Jiang Ping said with some amusement:

"That is to say, they just scolded me and slandered me, so I can't touch them."

When the old man saw that Jiang Ping was willing to reason, his tone also eased a lot.

"To date, Zhao Liguo has never had a precedent for stating punishment. Even if His Majesty has omitted the rule of the country, the scholars can also discuss and correct it.

Can you compare to Your Majesty?

As for what you say, you can report it to the official and ask the government for inquiries.

If the government finds out that they have really caused damage to your reputation, I will make them apologize to you without saying it.”

Jiang Ping shook his head and said:

"You're saying it makes sense, but I don't want to hear it very much."

"Take the person away."

"Whoever dares to stop him, he will be killed without hesitation!"

"yes!"

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

They thought that when Lord Jijiu came, he could stop the legendary demon king.

But judging from this appearance, the Demon King is worthy of being a Demon King. He doesn't even give face to the Lord Jijiu, and he even wants to use a knife at first sight.

Some of them closed their eyes, afraid that they would see the scene of blood splattering on the spot later.

When the old man saw that he drew his knife, he looked anxious: "Dare you dare?!"

Jiang Ping smiled and said, "Why don't I dare?"

"Don't they just want me to be ruined? Would I care about this?"

"Old man, you'd better get out of the way. These people under my command are all rude men, and they're not serious about the attack. If you accidentally hurt you, it would be a sin."

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

If Prince Ning relies on his royal blood, then he relies on himself and the millions of scholars behind him.

They are in charge of their mouthpieces, and if they don't want to be intimate for thousands of years, they have to be polite to them.

But Jiang Ping would not care about these things.

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

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

But he did this because he was stupid.

Can the voices of all people in the world be comparable to Qiye’s finger?

If you don’t want such a thick thigh, what reputation do you want? Only if you are stupid enough to do such stupid things.

so……

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

"Dr. Wen!"

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

"You are now also from the Imperial College. Are you just sitting there and watching him take our students away?"

He knew that the Master was powerful and was a top master.

However, because of his own opinions, the Siye, doctoral and professors below could not stand these people from the world, and even made an appointment with Wendou, which he knew about.

He has never expressed any opinions on this, which means he has agreed.

The Master rolled his eyes secretly.

They all made an appointment to fight three days later, and now they remembered that he was his own.

However, when the old man spoke, he had to make a gesture, after all, he would have to stay 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 advised:

"Master Jiang, why don't you give Lord Jijiu a face and let these younger generations go first. You have a lot of them, so don't bother with these children."

Jiang Ping gave the Master a look.

The Master smiled embarrassedly and gave the old man a helpless look.

The old man's eyes stagnated and he had already started thinking about the memorial of how to impeach him.

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

No matter how you take revenge afterwards, when things happen, you will find how powerless you are.

"Let's wait!"

At this moment, a gardener wearing a coarse linen shirt walked over as if he was slow and fast.

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

The gardener was wearing a torn felt hat, holding a pair of small scissors for pruning branches and leaves, and a little mud on his sleeves, making his dress very ordinary.

"Old Ding!"

"Isn't he a gardener in our courtyard?"

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

"I just said that, how could such a huge Imperial College have few masters, allowing these outsiders to do whatever they want."

"Oh, I even scolded Lao Ding that time. Will he hold a grudge?"

"What a pity, I missed Lao Ding several times, but I didn't realize that he was still a master."

"Haha, if you find it, you're still a master."
Chapter completed!