Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"Ah..." Ning Zhong was startled by Lin Pingzhi's actions.

Lin Pingzhi thought he had hurt Ning Zhongze, and his movements became lighter immediately.

"I'm sorry, Master, let me be gentle." Lin Pingzhi said apologetically, "Does it still hurt now?"

"It doesn't hurt..." Ning Zhong said shyly. She told herself in her heart that Ping'er was just her apprentice, and she was treating her foot with good intentions, so she couldn't think too much about it.

Naturally, Lin Pingzhi didn't know Ning Zhongze's inner activities.

At this time, when he saw Ning Zhongze's feet, he was also a little throbbing.

No wonder many people in later generations are foot-controlled and leg-controlled.

It turns out that some women's feet are really so beautiful.

After Lin Pingzhi took off Ning Zhongze's socks, he found that Ning Zhongze's feet had a faint fragrance, which directly overturned his perception of feet.

Moreover, the skin on Ning Zhongze's feet is very tender, and the word "yuzu" can't be more suitable to describe her feet.

Of course, Lin Pingzhi didn't know if there was a saying of foot binding in this era, but among the women he met, there was no foot binding.

In his heart, he also extremely despises the practice of foot binding. Such a beautiful foot, bound into such a small foot, makes the foot grow deformed, and he doesn't know what those people are thinking.

Anyway, Lin Pingzhi decided that his women would not let their feet be bound.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi staring at his feet, Ning Zhong became even more shy.

"Ping'er..." Ning Zhong called softly.

"Ah, oh." Lin Pingzhi quickly realized, "Ping'er is recalling the technique."

Lin Pingzhi quickly found an excuse, but he also knew that it was time to get down to business.

He looked at the black and blue swollen place on Ning Zhongze's feet, and gently covered the palm of his hand with the internal force of the Shenzhaojing, and then gently rubbed it.

Ning Zhong only felt a mass of warmth wrapping his feet, and the place where he was sprained gradually became less painful.

As Lin Pingzhi kept rubbing Ning Zhongze's sprained ankle with internal force, Ning Zhongze also fell into this comfortable feeling completely.

"Ah... so comfortable..." Ning Zhong moaned softly.

Lin Pingzhi almost sat down on the ground when he heard Ning Zhong speak in this tone.

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"Master..." Lin Pingzhi shouted softly, his face a little embarrassed.

If Ningzhong made such a sound again, Lin Pingzhi would have no intention of treating his feet.

Hearing Lin Pingzhi's call and seeing the embarrassment on his face, Ning Zhongze realized that he had just uttered such a shameful voice in front of Lin Pingzhi.

"Are you ready?" Ning Zhong immediately said seriously, she really didn't want to repeat the scene just now.

"Immediately." Lin Pingzhi said, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

After rubbing Ning Zhongze for a while, he reluctantly let go of her feet.

"Okay, Mistress, take a few steps to have a look." Lin Pingzhi stood up and stretched himself.

"it is good."

After Ning Zhong put on his shoes and stood up, he found that there was no pain in the place where he fell down.

"Ping'er, you are really good." Ning Zhong didn't expect Lin Pingzhi to have such a skill.

"Master, I'm overwhelmed." Lin Pingzhi rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. What kind of craftsmanship is this?

After Ning Zhong found that he could walk without hindrance, he continued to pick up the sword.

"Come on, Ping'er, Master Niang will teach you Ning's sword." Ning Zhong said.

"it is good."

After that, Ning Zhong didn't get distracted anymore, and the drill was a success.

And Lin Pingzhi even learned Ning's sword at once.

"Ding, congratulations to the host 'Lin Pingzhi' for learning a new martial art: Ning's sword, current level: first level."

"Have you learned it?" Ning Zhong asked.

Lin Pingzhi nodded and said, "Learn...you can't..."

The sudden change of words was because he thought that his task had not been completed.

He remembered that he wanted Ning Zhongze to teach...

It seems that the task is not that easy.

Ning Zhong didn't expect Lin Pingzhi to say that he couldn't learn it. She remembered that Lin Pingzhi had a high level of comprehension, and he could learn Huashan Yijian just by looking at it.

Unexpectedly, he never learned his own Ning's sword.

But soon she was relieved.

Also, if Ping'er really learned everything at a glance, it would be too strange.

"It's okay, Ping'er, I'll teach you again." Ning Zhong said with a smile.