Urban Almighty Lottery System

Looking at Uncle Jiu's back with his hands behind his back and gradually leaving, Chen Feng was still a little dazed.

"Master, what does he mean by saying these words?"

Looking at what Chen Feng revealed at this time, he looked confused and confused.

Qiu Sheng, who was at the side, silently took a mouthful of side dishes, and happily served it with a mouthful of steaming porridge.

Then, with an inscrutable look on his face, he said to Chen Feng:

"Little brother, if it's as expected, the master told you to go to the Patriarch Hall to find him after breakfast."

"It must be true, and I will start teaching you how to practice."

"That's right, that's right, brother is right."

Chen Feng's second senior brother, a literary talent with an honest personality.

At this time, he also made a sound again and again, expressing his agreement with his senior brother's point of view.

"Master, when he started teaching us to practice, it was the same. He told us to go to the Patriarch Hall to find him."

"On weekdays, the master is not willing to let us go to the Patriarch Hall."

"Really? Brother."

Qiu Sheng, who was engrossed in eating, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard Wen Cai's rhetorical question.

But he didn't pay attention to and answer Wencai's inquiry.

After the guesses made by the two senior brothers, Chen Feng finally came to his senses.

After thinking about it secretly in my heart, I also felt that the master did this.

It really should be, to be real, start teaching yourself to practice.

Otherwise, it would not be necessary to specifically ask how my Heavenly Master's righteous way is going.

With a certainty in my heart, I couldn't help but reveal my joy, and the movement of my subordinates to eat was even a little faster unconsciously.

"Finally, are you about to embark on the journey of cultivating immortals?"

After hastily eating breakfast, Chen Feng hurriedly came to the Patriarch Hall.

Seeing Chen Feng coming in, Uncle Jiu, who was sitting cross-legged practicing, immediately opened his eyes and stood up.

"Xiao Feng, you are here, come with me."

After speaking, Uncle Jiu turned around and walked towards the depths of the Patriarch Hall.

Seeing this, Chen Feng trotted two steps quickly to keep up with Uncle Jiu.

In a short while, the master and the apprentice had already reached the depths of the ancestral hall.

Chen Feng looked at it curiously, and saw that the space here is quite wide.

However, in this huge space, there is only a square altar.

And on the ground in front of the altar, there are three futons.

However, some offerings are placed on the altar, and directly in front of the offerings is an ancient small incense burner.

It can be clearly seen that there is a thick layer of incense ash inside the censer, and it can be seen that people offer incense here all the year round.

Right in front of the incense burner, there is a portrait hanging. The character on the portrait is a young man in a yellow Yin-Yang gossip robe and holding a long sword.

Seeing the appearance of the portrait, Chen Feng felt a little strange. Could it be that this is the ancestor of Uncle Jiu's lineage?

This portrait is drawn too young, right?

Without waiting for Chen Feng to think about it, Uncle Jiu directly brought Chen Feng to the front of the altar.

Uncle Jiu first did it himself and lit a stick of incense.

After bowing respectfully to the portrait three times, he inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner.

After finishing this series of actions, Uncle Jiu said to Chen Feng:

"Xiao Feng, the portrait on this portrait is our patriarch of Kaipai, come here and worship our patriarch."

Sure enough, before Chen Feng could figure it out, the truth was already revealed in Uncle Jiu's words.

The person in this portrait is indeed the patriarch of Kaipai, who is from the lineage of Uncle Jiu.

When Chen Feng heard Uncle Jiu's words, he quickly responded.

"Yes, Master."

Afterwards, Chen Feng followed Uncle Jiu's instructions, knelt down on the futon in the middle in front of the altar, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu also nodded, and then knelt down on the futon beside Chen Feng.

Facing the portrait of the patriarch, he said:

"The patriarch of the Maoshan School is here, Lin Fengjiao, the No.40 eighth-generation disciple of the Maoshan School."

"Today, I want to accept Chen Feng as the No. 40 ninth-generation disciple of my Maoshan Sect. I hope that the patriarch will grant him the cultivation method and help him practice the Dao of our Sect."

As the voice fell, the portrait of the patriarch seemed to have a spirit, and golden lights flashed one after another.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light shot out from the portrait, flying straight towards Chen Feng's eyebrows.

At the beginning, Chen Feng was amazed at the miraculous reaction that appeared on the portrait.

How could one have imagined that such an accident would suddenly occur in the next moment.

However, the speed at which the golden light flew out was too fast.

Even at this moment, Chen Feng, whose martial arts realm has broken through the innate, still has no ability to react.

Therefore, Chen Feng only felt a flash of golden light, and the golden light just entered into the center of his eyebrows straightly.

Chen Feng reached out and touched the center of his eyebrows, but he didn't notice anything unusual, but he was still a little uneasy.

Turning to Uncle Jiu quickly, he asked:
"Master, here, what's the matter with this golden light, how did it get directly into the center of my eyebrows?"