Ning Qing slowly walked up to Meng Zhengxi and took out a white silk handkerchief from her bosom.
She raised her hand and gently wiped the sweat that was sliding down his forehead.
From forehead to cheeks to neck, everything was carefully wiped clean.
When Ning Qing placed the handkerchief on his forehead, a look of surprise flashed in Meng Zhengxi's eyes.
Ning Qing's move was something he never expected!
Watching her actions, seeing how carefully and attentively she wiped away her sweat.
A warm current flowed slowly through Meng Zhengxi's heart, nourishing his heart that was as strong as steel.
At the same time, it also confirmed once again that perhaps taking things further with the person in front of me would be a good choice.
Thinking of this, a hint of gentleness appeared in his eyes.
Meng Zhengxi slapped Ning Qing on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, just stay with me. I'll treat you well."
Upon hearing this, Ning Qing's face flashed with a strange expression.
He couldn't help but think to himself: "My wife really doesn't know her place."
I absolutely must make him know my place!
Sigh, what a worry! Every wife in every dimension always has a restless heart, eager to seize the initiative.
Couldn't you have given her a more obedient one?
This made Ning Qing even more eager to become stronger, and then to suppress him fiercely so that he could find his place.
Stop fantasizing about impossible things!
Ning Qing mimicked his gesture, raising her hand and patting him hard on the shoulder.
"Your clothes are soaked. Go take a shower first."
Meng Zhengxi looked down and saw that his robes were already soaked with sweat.
The color of his robes was several shades darker.
I feel sticky and uncomfortable all over, so I really want to take a shower.
But when he saw Ning Qing, he couldn't help but think of the purpose of bringing him to the training ground today.
He couldn't help but hesitate. He was having a great time, but he hadn't taught him any basic skills yet.
Ning Qing also noticed his hesitation.
"Actually, years ago, I met an old man who saw that I had extraordinary bones and took me as his apprentice."
As he spoke, he quickly drew a long sword from the side and smiled at Meng Zhengxi.
"Help me test my swordsmanship, how is it?"
After saying that, he quickly swung the longsword in his hand.
Ning Qing only used three-tenths of her strength this time, intending it as a performance, and did not cause any real harm.
In the instant Ning Qing danced, Meng Zhengxi's eyes showed shock.
He never expected that the seemingly weak man he had unintentionally redeemed from the brothel could wield a longsword so skillfully.
Ning Qing began to wield her longsword with a graceful and unrestrained style, as still as a crouching tiger, as swift as a flying dragon, as slow as drifting clouds, and as fast as lightning. Her skill in swordsmanship was no less than that of his own.
After the initial shock came a flood of questions: Could a male prostitute really have such incredible luck? To become the apprentice of someone with such superb swordsmanship?
The man who could train his apprentice so well must have been a master swordsman himself.
For a master swordsman, the threshold for accepting disciples is extremely high. Would accepting disciples really be so casual?
Would someone really so easily pass on their most treasured and cherished sword manual to another person?
However, Ning Qing was able to learn such a profound and extensive sword technique so skillfully and proficiently.
But he can also be described as a genius swordsman.
That person took him as a disciple perhaps because he valued his talent!
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