I really want to be a cook

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Anyway, after he finished his studies, he couldn't leapfrog the challenges, let alone the battles.

The only battle worth mentioning was that he lost his life for several years and dyed his hair.

And the more powerful the exercises you learn, the more useless you will appear.

But now that the situation is forcing him, Jiang Ping has no choice but to face himself directly and correctly understand how hot he really is.

But compared to players, he has one more big advantage.

That is, once players learn a certain skill, it will consume the number of times of the skill, which means that as time goes by, their learning cost will become higher and higher.

For Jiang Ping, you only need to borrow it and click to learn.

He doesn't pay attention to quality, as long as it is a skill that he has not learned before, then it is considered to meet the conditions.

Along the way, when he passed by those spheres of influence that looked easy to bully, he would politely ask them to let go of the exercise library and let him borrow it.

It doesn't need to be too advanced, nor does it need core inheritance, just some low-level exercises.

Of course, the general communication will not be very pleasant at the beginning, but as long as the left and right two protectors and their friendly negotiations, everyone will still become very harmonious and happy.

It's just that the basic exercises that can be circulated on the market seem to be complicated and numerous, and it is said that ordinary people can't learn them all in a lifetime.

But Jiang Ping has already proved it with actual actions, it is false.

In fact, those high-end goods are only about [-] yuan in total. If they change their names, they dare to show their faces and pull them out to deceive simple dream-chasing teenagers.

For example, the Eagle Claw Kungfu, some martial arts gyms repackage it as the Great Eagle Claw Kungfu, dare to use it to collect money from apprentices.

For this behavior, Jiang Ping expressed his extreme condemnation.

Because after learning this stuff, the system doesn't recognize it.

But whoever makes people publicize it well, there are still many people who believe that they will definitely become more vigorous after finishing their studies.

On the contrary, most of Chen's Eagle Claw Kungfu and Wang's Eagle Claw Kungfu named after their own surnames have certain value.

After all, people use the surname of their ancestors, and if they don't work hard, they will be sorry for their ancestors.

Of course, the most important thing is this improved version, the system recognizes it.

In this way, Jiang Ping used money to clear the way, and occasionally cooperated with a little violence. Along the way, his studies were considered smooth.

In just over a month, Lin Lin always learned more than 5000 subjects, which is still more than 4000.

This speed seems to be very fast, but in fact it is only about a hundred books a day on average, and the main time is spent looking for the target.

After all, Jiang Ping doesn't even need to move his fingers to learn Kungfu, he just needs to move the cursor in his mind.

Hint, click, learn, upgrade, complete.

A set of procedures, so simple that it is outrageous.

However, the faster the progress is in the early stage, the more difficult and difficult the later stage will be, and it will be even more difficult to lie down when it comes to the door.

Now he has learned all the basic skills that are circulated in the Qin market, and by the way, he has caused many small families and sects to suffer. If he wants to make this progress, he must "borrow" a piece from the great sects that have been passed down for hundreds of years. Only after a while.

The exercises of those big sects formed their own systems, passed down for a hundred years, and expanded extremely widely. Each family could provide him with at least five or six hundred copies of the progress of the exercises.

Even if he could enter the Sutra Pavilion in Liuli Temple, which claims to have three thousand Buddhist scriptures and ten thousand volumes of books, he might not have to be so troublesome, and he could finish the advanced task in a day.

It's just that the risk is slightly greater, um, mainly because the Liuli Temple is a sect within the territory of Zhao State, it is far away from here, and there is not enough time.

After careful consideration, Jiang Ping gave up this tempting idea.

Just when Jiang Ping was thinking about how to speed up, he overheard the legend of this young master.

He felt that he had hope of completing the task as soon as possible.

So he accepted the lady's invitation to help. How could he be greedy for beauty? Absolutely impossible, there is no such thing.

Although the process seems a bit embarrassing, those unimportant details can be omitted, and the result is still good.

No, the reward is coming.

Although this young master collects some basic exercises that can no longer be basic, they are truly all-encompassing.

Due to the unique commercial advantages of Shuzhong City, the caravans of the three countries that come and go every year have greatly promoted cultural exchanges.

So the young master can collect not only Qin's own country, but also Wei and Zhao's domestic exercises, and even many ancient exercises that have been eliminated and replaced.

Well, maybe this young master thought that he could get an adventure in the ancient books, and get a copy of the ancient kung fu that no one can practice, and only he can practice it.

The times are always progressing, as long as there is no fault of civilization, one generation will only be stronger than the next generation, and it is basically impossible to use the past to win the present.

But for Jiang Ping, he doesn't care if it's useful or not, as long as the system recognizes it.

For example, the Zuo Wang Jing in his hand looks like an ancient version, and it does not belong to any of the classic methods of the modern martial arts system.

In fact, it is just a Taoist foundation-building technique. In conversion, it is only between the skill level and the tactic level.

And judging by its tattered appearance, it may still be a remnant copy.

But Jiang Ping didn't mind.

He directly clicks to learn, and then upgrades.

Time passed little by little in the boring upgrade.

The sky was getting dark, the house was lit up, and the dinner party began.

So in the front yard of the mansion, drinking cups and changing glasses, the house was full of wine and laughter; in the back yard of the mansion, Jiang Ping forgot to sleep and eat, books in his hands were flying, and the upgrade prompts in front of his vision swiped the screen like a waterfall.

I don't know how long it took.

Jiang Ping searched all the exercises in the room, more than half of them overlap with the exercises he learned, but there are also a small part that he has never touched before, especially those ancient-level exercises, which are rare There is overlap with it.

Mission Progress: 899910000

Once the progress was more than 3000, Jiang Ping stretched his waist and looked at the progress of the task in front of his vision with satisfaction.

It's a pity that there is only one young master in the whole city, otherwise, there is no need to worry about the remaining one thousand and one.

Sudden.

The door was pushed open.

Qiu Daoyu walked in.

"What's the matter, Lao Qiu?"

Jiang Ping was in a good mood, and his words were full of joy.

Qiu Daoyu has a serious face:

"Young master, there is a smell of blood."

After finishing speaking, he added:

"It's heavy."

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At this moment, the family mansion is extremely quiet, even the sound of insects has disappeared, a gust of wind blows, only the red lanterns hanging under the eaves are shaking slightly.

Candles as thick as a baby's arm were burning in the hall, and the flames danced and danced, reflecting the shadows on the wall that were divided into two in a somewhat mysterious way.

The laughter just now, the hot wine just now, and the impulse of desire just now are all poured down by a basin of ice water at this moment, and they are completely cooled from the outside to the inside.

Everyone is running, but for them, the way of life is that they are completely weak and can't stop using their hands and feet. It is obvious that the door is in front of them, but one step away is the difference between life and death.

That grinning, knife-wielding demon, he's guarding the door, he's killing.

Whether male or female, old or young, guests, servants, as long as anyone who came into his line of sight, they were all mercilessly beheaded by the knife.

Or a knife head, or a knife in two halves.

He cuts out mercilessly and reaps mercilessly.

In the field, no one can block his knife.

The young lady sat at the chair of the banquet, her expression still a little dull.

Everything that happened in front of her had such an impact on her that she couldn't recover for a long time.

Until there was a scream, a bloody human head flew up into the air, and rolled along the table in front of her, those wide-eyed eyes seemed to be complaining silently:

why? !

"Stop! Xiaojun, stop!"

The lady cried out in pain.

In the end what happened?

Why did a good banquet turn into a bloody scene today, and the executioner with the knife turned out to be her own brother.

Do not!

This is not her brother, this is the devil!

A demon in her brother's skin!

"who are you?!"

The young lady stared at the boy holding the knife in the hall with red eyes, and asked hysterically:

"What did you do to my brother?!"

The executioner stopped the knife, because there was no one alive in the field.

His eyes turned blood red due to excitement and excitement, and the clean robe he had just put on was soaked in blood, and blood dripped from the corners of the clothes.

He has never enjoyed such a happy killing.

Everyone is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he is like the heaven that judges all living beings, and no one can escape his judgment.

This is power!

The power to dominate everything!

The executioner raised the knife in his hand, looked around, and found no one alive, and then he uttered a perverted and affectionate laugh at the young lady:

"Sister, don't you know me? I'm Xiaojun, your brother Zhengjun!"

"I'm back! From today on, you will be entrusted to me to protect you. I will protect you and no one can bully you!"

The young lady shook her head in pain: "No, you are not my younger brother, Xiaojun is upright and kind, he can't even kill a chicken, he won't be an executioner like you!

Why do you look like Xiaojun?

What did you do to my brother? "

"He is your younger brother Zhengjun, the real Zhengjun."

A faint voice came from the depths of the night sky.

The siblings looked out the door, and saw a handsome man in white Shengxue with a graceful figure appearing behind the door.

The handsome man looks only in his 20s, but he seems to be in his 30s. His temperament is like the night at this moment, full of mystery.

He stepped across the threshold and walked on the blood-stained carpet, but it seemed as if he was walking on a bright red carpet, with graceful steps and neither happy nor sad expression.

Seeing this person, Zhengjun straightened his face, and directly knelt on the ground with a knife:

"I did it, Master."

"good."

The handsome man scanned the room full of corpses and nodded in satisfaction:

"Using their sacrificial knives, you can start your Unfeeling Slash, get up."

"Thank you Master."

Zhengjun stood up.

Holding a knife, he followed behind the handsome man, with a blood-red light flashing in his eyes, bloodthirsty and impulsive.

"You are Xiaojun's older sister, right? You are just like what Xiaojun said, beautiful and dignified, and heart-warming."

The handsome man walked up to the lady and introduced himself:

"My name is Ying Tianqing. I can be regarded as Xiaojun's master now. I may disturb you for a while in the next few days."

The young lady's expression at the moment was full of pain and helplessness.