The old black man scratched his hair, a little embarrassed: "Don't like black? What color do our little darling disciples like? Otherwise, Master finds the person who made the Zimu Youshi cloak and asks him to give it to our little disciple. Customize one, yes! Just do it!"
The more the black man thought about it, the more he thought it was a good idea.
"Master knows who made the Zimu Youshi cloak?" Su Luo asked curiously.
"Isn't that the kid from the Ziyun family? This is your master's responsibility!" The black old man made a sure bet.
Situ Hongjun almost took a breath.
The Ziyun family... That is not an ordinary family, it is one of the eight giants next to the four super-hidden families.
In the Central Continent, that is also a well-known existence, right? Probably only someone like the old black man would say something like "that kid from the Ziyun family".
Situ Hongjun was even more determined to be the apprentice of the old black man.
So he knelt in front of Heipao and kowtowed respectfully: "Senior Black, I beg you to accept this junior as your apprentice! No matter what kind of hardships I have, I can endure any hardships! After I finish my studies, I am willing to go through fire and water for Master. !"
The black old man was trying to please his little apprentice, but with a flash of inspiration, he almost caught it, and was interrupted by this kid again!
The old black man expressed his displeasure: "You kid, hurry up for Lao Tzu!"
Situ Hongjun's face was sullen and his eyes were firm: "Master doesn't agree to accept the disciple, and the disciple won't get up!"
He wants to impress Master with a sincere heart!
Who knows, the old man's face is really dark: "If you love to kneel or not, it's my business to kneel to death!"
Turning his face, the black old man's face was so soft that he could wring out water: "Dear apprentice, how is the practice of space arcane body magic? Is there anything I don't understand? Do you understand the first profound meaning of the mysterious body? Oh, I understand. Ah, what about the second level, have you figured it out? It's all figured out, oh my dear disciple is smart..."
Situ Hongjun is about to cry!
Who doesn't know that the profound meaning of the black old man's profound body has a total of 108 levels. Now that little girl has only comprehended two levels, and the black old man has praised it to the sky...
The old black man walked away with his baby apprentice, and soon disappeared into the depths of the forest.
Situ Hongjun was still kneeling there, as straight as an ancient pine.
Situ Hongjun firmly believes that with all his sincerity, he will eventually have the day to impress Master! The black old man will definitely accept him as his apprentice! For this day, he has worked hard for countless years!
As for that little girl... Situ Hongjun felt like crying just thinking about it.
In this world, people are really more popular than dead people, and the little girl looks average in strength, how can the black old man be spoiled like this? Isn't she the illegitimate daughter of the black old man? Why not... secretly seduce this little junior sister? As long as the younger sister takes a fancy to herself and sees how the master spoils the younger sister, won't you be able to capture it
Thinking of this, Situ Hongjun shook his robe with some creases, straightened his forehead and temples, and adjusted his face to the best condition.
However, God is not beautiful.
I don't know when, the sky started to rain.
And here is the depths of the dark night forest, above the lush branches and leaves, the rain gathers into strips and sprinkles down.
I don't know if Situ Hongjun was particularly unlucky. There was just such a line above his forehead, so the rain poured down on his forehead.
Situ Hongjun could use his skill to block the pouring of rainwater, or he could change his position so that he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.