Mistress, I am a real gentleman

Lin Pingzhi didn't know all this.

He fought Yue Lingshan and Yilin again.

Because Ningzhong misunderstood Lin Pingzhi's kidney deficiency earlier.

So this time Lin Pingzhi worked extra hard and killed Yue Lingshan and Yilin without armor.

Ning Zhongze and Yue Buqun's room was next to Yue Lingshan's room.

At this time, there was only Ning Zhongze in the room again.

After dealing with some things accumulated in Huashan during the day, she was also a little tired.

Plus I didn't have a good rest last night.

So in the evening, she was ready to fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, Lin Pingzhi had dragged Yue Lingshan and Yilin to fight since the evening.

Ning Zhong listened to the ecstasy voice next door, and the lake in his heart rippled.

"Is Ping'er so powerful?" Ning Zhong was amazed.

Then she thought about that time at the inn, she saw his big forest, it was the majesty over there.

Ning Zhong was hot all over, and his pretty face was slightly red.

Deep in her heart, there was even a trace of longing.

Listening to the intermittent voice next door, Ning Zhong gritted his teeth and chose to solve it by himself.

Early the next morning, Lin Pingzhi knocked on Ning Zhongze's door with extra vigor.

"Master, are you up?" Lin Pingzhi asked, "When will you teach me Ning's sword?"

"Crack" the door opened.

Lin Pingzhi found that Ning Zhongze's condition was even worse.

She even had two dark circles over her eyes.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Lin Pingzhi asked with concern.

Ning Zhong glanced at Lin Pingzhi and thought, Ping'er, why do you ask the question knowingly?

Lin Pingzhi naturally didn't know, if he knew that his mistress would solve it by herself, then he would probably work harder.

"Nothing, let's go." Ning Zhong shook his head.

This time she got dressed and opened the door early to avoid the embarrassment like yesterday.

Lin Pingzhi followed Ning Zhongze, looking at her graceful figure, he couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

Now that Yue Buqun has become an eunuch, then Ning Zhong will have no intercourse in the future, could it be because of this that she cannot sleep?

Lin Pingzhi was actually half right, but out of respect for Ning Zhongze, he didn't dare to think any further.

There are many disciples in Lianjianping who are practicing swords, and Ningzhong wants to pass on Lin Pingzhi's Ning's sword, so it must not be passed on in Lianjianping.

So their goal now is to go to Zhengtang.

"Ding, get a new side mission, mission content: let Ning Zhongze teach Ning's sword by himself."

Lin Pingzhi didn't take this system task to heart at all.

My mistress has already promised to teach me Ning's sword, so what could happen?

Obviously this is a reward from the system.

When they came to the main hall, Ning Zhong drew out his sword.

"Ping'er, just watch it, I'll practice it for you first."

Speaking of Ning Zhong, he began to practice.

To say that this Ning family's sword is actually not just a sword at all, but a new sword method created by combining Huashan swordsmanship and Jade Girl Thirteen Swordsmanship.

Huashan swordsmanship can be practiced by both men and women. The thirteen swords of the jade girl are biased towards women. After merging into the Ning family's sword, although there is still a little femininity, men can also learn it.

Lin Pingzhi carefully watched Ning Zhongze's practice, after all, if the other party was willing to teach him, he could just watch it once.

So Lin Pingzhi took it very seriously.

Ning Zhong, who was practicing, felt Lin Pingzhi's piercing and fiery eyes, his heart fluttered for a while, but his feet became unsteady, and he was about to fall down.

"what--"

Ning Zhong let out an exclamation.

Subconsciously, Lin Ping rushed forward to support Ning Zhongze.

Fortunately, Ning Zhong sprained his ankle, but he didn't fall down.

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

Only then did Lin Pingzhi notice that his hands were in the wrong position.

Ning Zhong felt oppressed, and a trace of shame appeared on his face.

"Ningzhong, what are you thinking! You are a married woman, and Ping'er is your apprentice!"

After scolding herself secretly in her heart, she forcibly suppressed the ripples in her heart.

"Ping'er, help me to sit down." Ning Zhong said shyly.

Lin Pingzhi had no choice but to touch it a few more times, but now it seems that he can't touch it.

After helping Ning Zhongze to the chair and sitting down, Lin Pingzhi squatted down.

"Ping'er, what are you going to do?" Ning Zhong was puzzled?

"You sprained your ankle, I'll rub it for you." Lin Pingzhi said, "When I was in the bodyguard bureau, many bodyguards got their feet injured from time to time, so I learned from them."

In fact, Lin Pingzhi was just planning to use the Shenzhao Jing to help Ning Zhongze heal. He had never run a dart before, and it was just an excuse to heal injuries like those darts.

Ning Zhong hesitated for a moment.

In this era, a woman's feet cannot be seen by anyone except her husband.

But Lin Pingzhi didn't think of this at all, he directly grabbed Ning Zhongze's feet and was about to take off her shoes.

"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.