"Old Duan, how can I get to be a disciple? Let me tell you a brief moment."

Lin Yiming was still pestering Duan Lang and working hard for Chen Han's apprenticeship.

Duan Lang was a little surprised. What is the relationship between Master Lin and Chen Han?

Or, what is the relationship with Tang Luo?

At the beginning, he thought Chen Han was a girl brought by Lin Yiming, but through his observation, he found that it was not.

This girl is closer to Tang Luo, which means that Lin Yiming is like this, mostly because of Tang Luo.

Thinking of Lin Yiming's words when he introduced Tang Luo, he felt a little moved. This Tang Luo is probably really not simple!

"Mr. Lin, there's nothing I can do."

One thought flashed by one, and Duan Lang smiled bitterly.

"My master... basically won't accept disciples anymore."

Hearing Duan Lang's words, Lin Yiming's eyes flashed: "Basically? That is to say, it's still possible?"

"I didn't say it."

Duan Lang shook his head, I have already reminded me anyway, how to understand it depends on yours.

"Are you a closed disciple?"

Tang Luo, who hadn't spoken much, suddenly asked.

"Um?"

Duan Lang was a little surprised. Did he see it?

"Hey, Lao Tang, after you reminded me, it's true that Mr. Mo has no closed disciple."

Lin Yiming also reacted.

"Old Duan, what kind of closed disciples Mr. Mo plans to accept?"

"The monster that made him feel amazing..."

Duan Lang said this and glanced at Chen Han.

Although he didn't say it clearly, he understood the meaning very clearly, that is, Chen Han couldn't do it.

Chen Han pinched her fingers, which showed that she was very nervous.

But she really didn't dare to think that she could join Mo Zixing's disciples. In her opinion, it was already rare to have Mo Zixing's two direct disciples and occasionally give her guidance.

"The monster that made Mr. Mo feel amazing..."

Lin Yiming's face also shook a few times. That's so difficult, right?

As the art world, no one can deny Mr. Mo's talent, otherwise he would not have come to this point.

It would be too difficult to let someone who is already a monster admit another monster.

"Little Brother Luo, Brother Lin, I know you are for my own good... No, I'm here today to attend the Mo Lao's art exhibition."

Chen Han said softly.

"Old Duan, do you think my grandfather's face work?"

Suddenly, Lin Yiming asked Duan Lang.

Duan Lang was a little surprised when he heard Lin Yiming's words, Mr. Lin?

In order to make Chen Han become a disciple, he intends to alarm Mr. Lin?

It's really spared no effort!

He thought for a while and shook his head: "Mr. Lin, this thing is not someone's face, but your love and my wish..."

Young Master Lin is depressed, can’t even save the old man’s face?

He really has no choice.

"Haha, Lao Lin, forget it."

Tang Luo smiled, Duan Lang said that it was right. Many things are related to your love and my will, so how could you force others to accept disciples?

Since Mo Zixing does not accept disciples, or does not accept disciples easily, there is no way, then forget it.

"Can……"

Lin Yiming looked at Chen Han, saw the latter smiling at him, shook his head, sighing, and didn't say anything more.

The first time, Mr. Lin felt frustrated, and it turned out that many things were not something he could not do.

Even...it can't be done with money.

If he could spend money, he would have spent money to let Mo Zixing accept Chen Han.

Is it useful?

Useless.

Mo Zixing is not short of money.

Duan Lang felt relieved when he saw Lin Yiming giving up. Is this considered completing the "heavy task" assigned to him by his master?

He looked at Chen Han, and through the chat and observation just now, he had a very good impression of Chen Han.

It would seem good if I could have such a junior sister.

As soon as this thought came, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. How could it be?

Just when the atmosphere in the rest area was a little silent, footsteps and laughter came.

Mo Zixing and his group came over.

"Old Mo, you have lived in seclusion for a year and it seems... you have gained a lot."

At the same time, a voice came.

Hearing this voice, Tang Luo was stunned and then looked up.

When he saw the old man beside Mo Zixing, he couldn't help but be stunned. Is it really Old Wu?

Why did this old man come?

"Haha, if you don't care about the world and live in seclusion in Nanshan, you will eventually gain something."

Mo Zixing chuckled.

"I have always heard you praise you for your evil disciple. If you weren't living in seclusion, I would have come over when you accept disciples... Lao Wu, hurry up and arrange it, I want to meet your closed disciple!"

He was very curious about what the disciples who could make Mr. Wu praise him all day long would look like.

You know, Old Man Wu’s temper is even more strange than him, and he is even more harsh in treating himself and his apprentices.

It is very rare to be able to make such a weird and demanding person praise him.

And he also heard that the new disciple of Old Wu was indeed very evil, which attracted many old guys in the carving world to "snatch people".

"Haha, OK..."

Old Wu smiled and nodded, suddenly his eyes flashed and saw Tang Luo sitting in the rest area.

The two of them met!

Old Wu was stunned. Why is this kid here?

What's going on?

He wasn't here to attend the art exhibition, right?

Will this kid be interested in painting?

It's unlikely!

One thought flashed by one, and Mr. Wu smiled even stronger. No matter what, since he was here, it would be even better.

"Haha, Lao Mo, there's no need to find another time. Come on, let me introduce it to you."

Old Wu smiled at Mo Zixing.

"ah?"

Mo Zixing was stunned, what does it mean?

At this time, Tang Luo also stood up and walked towards Mr. Wu.

"Old Tang, you...huh?"

Lin Yiming also saw Mr. Wu. Could it be that Mo Zixing just went to pick him up?

When Mo Zixing saw Tang Luo coming, he thought he had not given up and still wanted him to accept disciples. He couldn't help but frown slightly and was a little displeased.

No matter the occasion?

But what surprised him was that Tang Luo did not look at him, but looked at Mr. Wu: "Master, why are you here?"

Hearing Tang Luo's words, Mo Zixing's eyes widened.
To be continued...