“Drillmaster, so many years have gone by but you’re still so handsome and capable!”

Fan Wei watched how Liu Feng’s car vanished out of his sight. He was still shivering from excitement and even his fists were tightly clenched. It was as though he had grown over ten years younger.

“Regiment Commander, don’t be overly excited. There are two other Oldies on the top floor.”

“Yes, Regiment Commander, shouldn’t you be going up now…”

The two vice-commanders came up to Fan Wei and reminded him gently and carefully. However, they were interrupted by Fan Wei crudely.

“Why are you going to accompany them? Is there use in accompanying the Great Oldie? Can he raise the standards of our entire regiment of warriors’ battle tactics?”

Fan Wei waved his hand and said, “Send my orders and let the whole regiment gather together. From today onwards we are going to start a month long of training, no, three months of training. I, Old Man, am going to lead the team for training. Both of you should also participate. At the end of this year, there will be a great kungfu showdown in the whole military. Our artillery regiment has to reach a higher ground.”

“Damn!”

The hearts of the two vice-commanders were exploding in rage. How they wished to pull the regiment commander aside and give him a serious beating up!

Of course, these two hated Liu Feng even more. If it wasn’t for his running over here, beating up the new generation of Heavenly Sword so rigorously in the artillery regiment, the regiment commander’s drive to improve would not have been drummed up.

However, at this moment, the ten people from the new generation of Heavenly Sword had also started to shout their slogans.

“Brothers, from now onwards, we should stop competing amongst ourselves. We should practice more together and coordinate among ourselves in order to gain mutual improvement.”

“Yes, did you now see how those lousy troops from the artillery regiment have also had to practice hard for themselves? Surely we can’t lose to them in a competition.”

“That’s right, our elder is correct. The sharp point of a treasure sword is produced from the grinding. Let’s work hard! Come, let’s start with a 10 kilometers sprinting distance to warm up ourselves.”

As they spoke, the ten members of Heavenly Sword had all turned around to run in the direction of the regiment’s grand courtyard. They ran at great speeds and in the eyes of ordinary people, no one would have thought that they were training for the long distance of 10 kilometers.

However, their words had provoked the two vice-commanders.

“Damn it. These ten rascals had said that the soldiers from the artillery regiment were all useless!”

“Go, go and spread the orders of the regiment commander. We will start training today.”

…

Of course Liu Feng had not known that his trip to the artillery regiment had drummed up the primal instincts of the regiment commander. It caused every warrior in the regiment to have to go through rigorous training that deprived them of rest.

And these things seemed to have nothing to do with Liu Feng. In the car on the journey home, he kept looking out the window at the roads which flew quickly by.

“Hey! You are the bodyguard. How dare you make me your driver today! How can you sit beside me like a young master, ignoring me? How dare you have the cheek to do this?” Yang Shiwen complained as she drove.

“Alright, just keep driving the car,” Liu Feng still kept his eyes on the view outside the window and spoke placidly, “I’ll let you be the driver for today. At most, I’ll treat you to beer when there’s time.”

“I’ll hold you to your word!” Yang Shiwen laughed, her eyes crinkling. “Another time for me to get drunk! Actually, it feels very good getting drunk from drinking beer. Oh yes! Did you really kill six thousand people with just a team of ten people in Africa?”

Liu Feng said, “Yes, these are victories that can never be replicated.”

“You said just now, in the artillery regiment, that the ten of you had a face-off with a mixed brigade. At first, the other party was ten thousand and after the fierce battle, there still were four thousand left, so how did you come out alive?” Yang Shiwen asked extremely curiously.

Liu Feng laughed and then turned his head and asked in return, “Do you believe in that the expert as told in the legends exists in China?”

“Are you referring to the Fire Cloud Evil God in the movie that can catch a bullet with his two fingers—a legendary expert like that?”

“Of course not. No one can reach that level of prowess. However, he has already reached a level that is close to that. After all, he is already someone who can calmly deal with a rain of gunshots.”

“I don’t quite believe that. At the very least, I don’t believe that you were actually able to extricate yourself so easily like that from the encirclement of four thousand people.”

“Of course, I could not have done it. But my Master did. And it was a miracle that could never be replicated.”

Liu Feng seemed to be talking to Yang Shiwen. And he seemed also to be talking to himself in his memories. “At that time, we had long spent our bullets. Our weapons had been snatched over from the enemies’ hands. I had suffered seven bullets and I almost had not been able to make it. I had to see my battle comrades fall one after the other. Back then, I had not felt lonely at all; I would not feel lonely if I died with them in Africa. But just when I was about to lose consciousness, my Master arrived.”

As she was driving the car, Yang Shiwen listened intently.

Liu Feng’s Master was almost like a divine figure. He had walked out from the great grasslands of Africa, his hand wielding a curved blade that shone with a cold light. In the blink of an eye, he had chopped down tens of people and had put Liu Feng under his arm and rushed into a swamp.

Under the encirclement of four thousand over people, Liu Feng’s Master had languidly sought to uncover the weakest link in the enemy’s encirclement. In a matter of three days, he had brought him to somewhere that was safe.

“Your Master was truly a god-like figure,” Yang Shiwen said empathetically.

“But he is not God!”

Liu Feng laughed and said, “He had once said that the world should never have had any gods. Gods are created because humans have seemed to accomplish tasks that only Gods could do and have thus been deified.”

“Then does your Uncle Master have any great capabilities?”

Yang Shiwen continued asking, “My father adores your Uncle Master, Liu Jinglong a lot, who is the Old Deity.”

And Liu Feng said, “He’s one god-like figure. He is just strong enough that can fool the ordinary person like your dad.

“Hum!”

“Why are you so disrespectful towards your Uncle Master?”

“There’s no way for me to respect him. He’s always playing tricks on me when he has nothing to do and does not act like an Uncle Master.”

And the two of them chatted and without knowing, they had already returned to the city area.

Because the Chinese Department had a lesson in the afternoon, Liu Feng and Yang Shiwen had returned directly to Ke Da. Porsche 911 had just stopped at the entrance of Ke Da and it aroused great attention.

On the path that Liu Feng and Yang Shiwen had walked together to return to the Chinese Department’s teaching block, there were even some students whom they did not recognize going up to say hello to them. There were even two brave sisters who had taken the handphone over and exchanged WeChat numbers with Liu Feng.

Yang Shiwen looked on and pursed her lips, forming a line. “They are all little vixens. Liu Feng, let me warn you, you had better not be mesmerized by these little vixens. You…”

“You’re jealous again?” Liu Feng laughed and cut off Yang Shiwen’s words.

“Who’s jealous of you now; you’re shameless.” Yang Shiwen stuck out her tongue at Liu Feng. She had already given Liu Feng ten thousand labels of being shameless and it was Liu Feng who had always teased her and caused her to be incredibly angry. However, since she was not jealous, why was there a reason for her to be angry?

Liu Feng laughed and said, “Your face has turned red.”

“Did not.” Yang Shiwen denied that but her face had indeed turned faintly hot.

Liu Feng said, “Your heart beat is accelerating. I can hear that.”

“Hum!”

Yang Shiwen pursed her small lips. Even she herself could not understand why she had suddenly felt a little anxious and worried, and then she quickly hastened her steps.

And at this time, an elderly who was about 60 years old of age, wearing a traditional Chinese-styled costume, started to walk towards them.

This Old Man looked very amiable and as he walked in the grounds of the university, he was like any normal old man who was taking a stroll.

But upon seeing this Old Man, Liu Feng suddenly pulled Yang Shiwen’s small hand from the back and pulled her to his side.

“What are you doing?”

Yang Shiwen’s face turned a full red as Liu Feng suddenly grabbed her hand.

And Liu Feng had really overstepped his boundaries as he raised his hand to grab the First Miss Lady Yang’s shoulders and promptly rested her on his body.

“No trouble, just walk with me,” Liu Feng replied in a very small voice.

“Who wants to walk with you, you smelly hooligan, you…”

Cough, cough!

Yang Shiwen had still wanted to struggle but the Old Man who had been walking towards them coughed twice lightly and interrupted her words.

“The youngsters of these days!” The Old Man opened his mouth to speak and his voice was very low. But there was a feeling of his vocal tone being drawn out.

Liu Feng asked, laughing, “Elder man, are you very envious?”

“Yes, I’m very envious!”

The Old Man also laughed, saying, “When I was young, people were too conservative. Even if a passionate fire had raged inside them, they would appear to be very polite on the surface. However, in reality, most of them just pretended to be genteel, so it’s better now when you people are able to profess your deepest feelings freely.”

“Old Mister, you have an exceedingly high sense of awareness.” Liu Feng gave a thumbs up to the Old Man.

Yang Shiwen was hugged by Liu Feng and as she listened, she was stupefied. Inside her heart, she was wondering, “Do these two know each other well? Don’t tell me, Liu Feng has hugged him because… No, it can’t be?! “Can it be to tell that Old Man that he already has a girlfriend? What does he have to do with this Old Man?”

And it must be said that the mind of a woman was exceedingly terrifying. Could Liu Feng have anything to do with that Old fogey?

“Rascal, want to find a place to talk?” The Old Man’s gaze casually scanned outside.

“Alright!”

Liu Feng hugged Yang Shiwen and walked two steps to the side. Then, he loosened the First Miss Lady Yang’s hand and said, “Go to the classroom first, or have something to eat in the canteen.”

“You…”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just hit it off very well with this elder man. You don’t have to bother about this.”

“Oh!”

Yang Shiwen uttered “oh!” and then turned her head to look in the front. But this First Miss Lady Yang had truly not thought of leaving. Her pair of pretty big eyes had kept turning non-stop with a flourish, and no one knew what she was thinking in her heart.

And seeing Yang Shiwen walk afar, Liu Feng only decided to turn around at this time.

Liu Feng followed the Old Man and walked in the direction of the Northeast. This old fogey seemed to have chosen a direction randomly. Liu Feng was not too bothered as well.

“Old Mister, how should I address you?”

“My surname is Wang, and you can call me Old Wang. I live in the small residential area beside Ke Da.”

“Oh, the Old Wang from next door, haha!”

“Haha!”

And as the two people walked, they continued chatting like long-lost friends.

The hostel block was at the Northeastern direction of Ke Da and there was a maple forest behind the hostel block.

And as the two walked to the front of the maple forest, they stopped in their tracks.

“Old Miser, are you going in?” Liu Feng turned his head to look at the Old fogey.

Old fogey nodded his head, crinkling his eyes. “Yes, I feel that in order to exercise my leg joints, I’ll have to find somewhere where there is no one. I’m afraid that if I were to hit you here, people might judge me, an Old fogey, for bullying a kid.”

“Hit me?”

Liu Feng laughed and said, “Old Wang, where did you get such confidence from? As the saying goes, the fist is afraid of the young—aren’t you afraid that I will bully you—an Old fogey?”

“If you are truly able to bully me, an Old fogey, in future, I’ll let you do whatever you like in Ke Da. I’ll even let you tear down this school if this is what you wish,” Old Wang said in a domineering tone.

Liu Feng asked, “And if I can’t beat you? Do you have any terms?”

“If you can’t beat me, then you’ll have to be walloped by me! Also, you’d have to behave yourself when you’re in Ke Da and you’re not to go around making trouble,” Old Wang said.

Liu Feng squinted his eyes a little. “Who are you?”

“We’ll talk after we have finished fighting.” Old Wang threw down these words and took great strides in the direction of the maple forest.

“Alright. You’re old and it will hurt. I’ll pull no punches and I hope you don’t cry.” Liu Feng followed him into the maple forest.