Prehistoric: The beginning of the game mixed with the Xiantian Lingbao chat group

Chapter 48 Patriarch: Young man, I admire you very much

When Feng Ming lowered his head, he tried his best to raise his eyelids and glanced up to secretly look at the Patriarch.

Unlike this girl Lingqiu, I have almost never met the ancestor Changchun in person, no, he should be an immortal.

Changchun Zhenren is the title of the founder before he became an immortal.

Today's Patriarch is regarded as a true immortal, high and high.

The old man usually didn't stay much in the Changchun sect, but mostly went to the Eight Views Palace of Master Xuandu, which was longed for by the human race and even all sentient beings in the wild.

Of course, the Patriarch will come back every once in a while, but he also comes and goes in a hurry.

It was because of girl Lingqiu's peerless talent that he summoned her, taught her in person and gave her rewards.

This has nothing to do with whether the founder is partial or not, but is something necessary for the development of the sect.

Feng Ming, who had served as a company executive for a period of time in his previous life, knew that when an organizational structure reaches a certain level, managers will naturally choose the most appropriate management method.

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Judging from appearance alone, the founder is much younger than his master Wanmu Zhenren.

He is probably middle-aged, with a tall body and broad shoulders.

He was wearing a lavender robe and a simple belt around his waist, which made him look majestic yet friendly.

Master Changchun was very peaceful. He said with a smile: "There is no need to be too polite, but I have lost my sense of propriety. I didn't know that our Changchun sect has such a talented disciple, who can be inspired by heaven and let down the golden light of merit."

Feng Ming immediately said: "Reporting to the Patriarch, this disciple only got the favor of Heaven by accident. It is really a fluke."

The Patriarch stepped forward and said gently: "Actually, I want such luck as you, haha... This is not a joke. It has been more than 1,700 years since I became a Taoist, but I still haven't gained any merit.

Therefore, this envy is real!"

As expected of the founder, his words and deeds are like the blowing wind, upright and bright, without hiding his inner thoughts at all.

At this time, Uncle Lu Wan'er came out. She did not look at Feng Ming, but said slowly:

"Master, my nephew Fengming has a simple heart, and he works tirelessly to refine weapons for the sake of the sect. Now that he has obtained the merits of heaven, it can be seen that he has great intentions for the Changchun sect, but he will cultivate him well in the future."

Feng Ming couldn't help but look at this uncle who was beautiful, tall, graceful, elegant and extraordinary, and felt even more fondness for him.

He said in his heart: "But I have to thank Uncle Lu Waner. Although she didn't look at me, every word she said was for me."

He has only had a few contacts with Senior Uncle Lu Wan'er so far.

The previous few times, when Uncle Lu Waner came to see his master, he followed behind.

The only formal personal contact between the two of them was when he came out of the labor hall, and his uncle gave him an elixir.

Master Changchun chuckled, raised his head, looked at the sky, and said, "That's natural. If I don't focus on cultivating them from now on, wouldn't that be disobeying God's will?"

"Look at this strong golden light, haha, it's really enviable!"

Changchun Patriarch's words were not meant to be sarcastic, he was truly envious.

All the immortal bosses behind him almost nodded in unison to express their same envious mood!

Just then Wanmu Zhenren came out. He winked at his disciple and scolded him:

"Evil disciple, why don't you put away the golden light? Why are you showing off here!"

"Don't be rude in front of the Patriarch!"

Wanmu Zhenren thought that Feng Ming had deliberately not restrained his light, and was still wondering when this disciple became so ungrateful.

Unexpectedly, before Feng Ming could answer, Master Wan Yuan had already spoken uprightly and shouted:

"Wanmu, shut up! You, a thousand-year-old fourth, dare to scold my nephew, Fengming!"

Thousand-Year-Old Fourth is a nickname of Master.

Because the master has always stayed at the peak of the fourth realm of "refining the void and combining the Tao" and has not gone through the tribulations to attack the immortals, an uncle once joked: Wanmu, will you not be able to break through this fourth realm in a thousand years?

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Over time, this name came into being.

Of course, only the immortal boss would call this nickname.

Wanmu Zhenren:......???

It's a pity that he can't use emojis, otherwise he would have to put a hundred of them on his face!

This is too much, you 10,000-yuan thief, can't I even teach my own disciples a lesson?

Wan Yuan continued to shout: "Oh, you stay away from my nephew Fengming, don't lead him astray and let him hide like you, like the black turtle."

"Oh, stay away from me too. Yes, don't glare at me. I just dislike you!"

Just as Master Wan Yuan finished speaking, Roshan Immortal thrust forward his huge body and used his oversized belly to launch Master Wanmu away.

A smile appeared on his plump face and he said:

"Hey, century old fourth, it doesn't matter if you don't become a human being, do you want to make your nephew Feng Ming the same as you?"

"Yes, when you look at my face, I'm just mocking you in a weird way."

Master Wanmu:......!!!Senior brother, you have too much flesh on your face, I really can’t see it.

Uncle Ku Shuzi was also making noises at this time. He stood up and said righteously:

"Master, headmaster, I personally recommend that nephew Fengming be allowed to join my sect. I will definitely devote my whole life to teaching nephew, no, it is my disciple Fengming who will become a talent, so that he can become a human immortal as soon as possible!"

Master Wanmu never expected that he would be "attacked by a group" because of his apprentice after having been living in poverty for so many years.

Just when he was at a loss, Lu Waner stood up.

She said: "Brothers, please don't embarrass senior brother Wanmu. If we could prove the immortality, senior brother Wanmu wouldn't have been delayed until now."

Wanmu Zhenren was deeply touched that his junior sister was the only one who spoke good words for him!

Touched, sincerely.

Patriarch Changchun also smiled and said: "Everyone has his own blessings on the path of spiritual practice. Don't joke with Wanmu. Wanmu is big-hearted and won't care, but he hurts the heart of my disciple Fengming."

Senior Uncle Lu Waner continued: "But Senior Brother Wanmu, you should stop instilling your so-called principles of stability and caution into Senior Nephew Fengming. Senior Nephew Fengming is smarter than you."

Wanmu Zhenren: "..."

Feng Ming was very happy when he saw his master, his uncle, his uncle, and his ancestor living in harmony.

He has a very strong sense of belonging to the Changchun Sect.

There is no intrigue among the Changchun faction, or competition for fame and fortune.

Everyone helps each other within the scope of conditions.

This is of course related to the fact that the current environment does not allow the human race to be disunified, but it is also due to the teachings of the founder Changchun Zhenren.

Compared with other protagonists who had just traveled through time and space, they either became slaves, were beaten wildly, or were even plotted against, and were in danger of life and death. I was already very lucky.

After the elders finished telling their jokes, Feng Ming explained: "Master, and all the elders, unless Feng Ming shows off rudely, I really don't know how to take back this golden light!"

This golden light is already like a golden flame, burning quietly.

Patriarch Changchun said with a smile: "The golden light of merit can protect the soul, but Feng Ming is still weak in cultivation and does not have the soul yet."

"The wind roars."

"Ancestor, the disciple is here."

"You are now in the third realm, have you just gathered the Yinshen?"

In fact, the Patriarch of Changchun already knew about it, but he still asked patiently. This showed that the Patriarch attached great importance to Feng Ming, and even took care of his psychology.

Feng Ming said honestly: "Reporting to the Patriarch, the disciple has indeed gathered the Yin God not long ago, and has successfully been able to control the Yin God. This is also thanks to Uncle Lu Wan'er and the Patriarch for your elixir."

Well, I suddenly became so strong, I have to find a reason.

Feng Ming wittily attributed the credit for his becoming stronger to his ancestor and uncle.

Of course the Patriarch and Uncle Lu Waner understand that cultivation depends on individuals, but they will also be very happy.

The Patriarch of Changchun chuckled and said: "The Changchun Immortal Pill does contain some fairy energy and can improve your Yin Shen, but this is inseparable from your own hard work."

Feng Ming immediately added: "There is also Master's teachings. Master spends a lot of time on his disciples, but it is a pity that the disciples are dull."

Master Wanmu had no expression on his face and said to himself: "This little guy knows how to drag me into trouble. What does your practice have to do with me!"

But there was a little pride in his eyes.

The Patriarch said: "You are just a Yin God now, too weak, so the golden light of merit will only stay on you for a few days before it converges."

"Ten thousand yuan."

"The disciple is here."

"Please let the other disciples disperse. Don't come to disturb Feng Ming's purity and practice."

"Yes, Baiyun, go and let the disciples disperse."

At this time, the Master Master asked: "Feng Ming, what on earth did you create that could trigger the way of heaven to bestow merit?"

As soon as these words came out, many immortals looked towards Feng Ming.

The eyes are full of burning heat!

There is some curiosity, some expectation, even more so!

Since Junior Nephew Fengming can obtain the golden light of merit, do we... also have a chance?

(End of chapter)