The black old man scratched his hair, feeling a bit embarrassed. "You don't like black? Then what color does our little precious disciple like? Otherwise, Master can find the person who made the Zimu Youshi cloak and ask him to customize one specifically for our little disciple. That's right! That's it!"
The more the black old man thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good idea.
"Master, do you know who made the Zimu Youshi cloak?" Su Luo asked curiously.
"Isn't it just the kid from the Ziyun family? Your master will take care of this matter!" The black old man promised.
Situ Hongjun almost fainted from breathing.
The Ziyun family...that is not an ordinary family. It is one of the eight wealthy families second only to the four super hidden families.
In the Central Continent, he's a well-known figure, isn't he? Perhaps only someone like Old Man Hei would say something like, "That kid from the Purple Cloud Family."
Situ Hongjun became even more determined to become the old man Hei's apprentice.
So, he knelt before the black-robed leader and kowtowed respectfully, "Senior Black, please accept me as your disciple! I can endure any hardship! After I complete my studies, I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation!"
The old man in black was trying every possible way to please his beloved little disciple. He finally had a flash of inspiration and almost caught it, but was interrupted by this kid again!
The black old man was unhappy: "You kid, get up here!"
Situ Hongjun's handsome face was stern, his eyes determined: "If Master doesn't agree to accept me as a disciple, I will never get up!"
He wants to impress his master with his sincerity!
Unexpectedly, the black old man's face turned really black this time: "Kneel or not, it's none of my business if you kneel to death!"
Turning around, the dark old man's expression was so gentle that it could squeeze water out of it. "My dear disciple, how is your cultivation of the Space Mystical Body Divine Art going? Is there anything you don't understand? Do you understand the first level of the Mystical Body Divine Art? Oh, I understand. What about the second level? Have you figured it out? You've figured it out already. Oh, my dear disciple is so smart..."
Situ Hongjun is about to cry!
Everyone knows that the Black Old Man's profound body secrets have a total of 108 levels. Now that little girl has only comprehended two levels, the Black Old Man is praising her to the sky...
The black old man and his beloved disciple walked farther and farther away and soon disappeared into the depths of the forest.
Situ Hongjun was still kneeling there straight as an ancient pine tree.
Situ Hongjun firmly believed that his sincerity would eventually impress his master one day! The old man would definitely accept him as his apprentice! He had been working hard for countless years for this day!
As for that little girl... Situ Hongjun felt like crying when he thought about her.
Comparisons are truly depressing in this world. That little girl seems average, so how could Old Black be so doting on her? Could she be his illegitimate daughter? So why not… secretly seduce this little sister? As long as she takes a liking to me, and seeing how Master dotes on her, wouldn't it be easy to get her?
Thinking of this, Situ Hongjun shook his slightly wrinkled robe, straightened his hair, and adjusted his appearance to the best condition.
However, the weather was not good.
I don't know when it started to rain.
Moreover, this is deep in the Dark Night Forest. Above the lush branches and leaves, the rain gathers into streams and falls downwards.
I don’t know if Situ Hongjun was particularly unlucky, but there was such a line on his forehead, so the rain poured down on his forehead.
Situ Hongjun could use his skills to block the pouring rain, or he could change his position so that he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
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