Volume 1: Mixed in with the bandits' lair Chapter 2: Silent traversal

  Xu Fei silently cursed in his heart, this master was also a weirdo, from what he could remember, the master had always been dressed as a Taoist priest for twenty years and never changed his style.

  Moreover, his master's face has always maintained the appearance of being in his sixties or seventies. When asked how he managed to maintain this, he would tell Xu Fei every time that it was because he had cultivated the Hunyuan Jing.

  Xu Fei also tried to think about what he could gain from the Hunyuan Scripture, but the Hunyuan Scripture, which he had already memorized, only talked about things like "the way" and didn't have any cultivation methods, so he thought that his master was probably just a well-preserved Daoist immortal.

  Xu Fei became a little Taoist because he followed his master on long trips, and every time they went out, others would call him that.

  His master's name was also strange, from a young age his master told him that his name was Hong Jun, and he must remember that he was a disciple of Hong Jun. The two words "Hong Jun" were only guessed by Xu Fei himself, the old Taoist priest had never told him what the two characters of Hongjun meant, because his master always let him see the suffering of the common people, so he speculated that his master's name was Hong Jun.

  This old Taoist priest took him in without saying he wanted to adopt him as a son or anything, just wanting him to be his apprentice. In the blink of an eye, twenty years passed.

  The old Taoist looked at Xu Fei and said faintly, "I let you see the true life and social status of the descendants of Huaxia over the years. For thousands of years, the great country of Huaxia has finally fallen to a low-ranking nation. As a descendant of Yan Huang, aren't you heartbroken and regretful?"

  Xu Fei shook his head and said, "Master, what's the use of my regret and sorrow? It's like those Chinese bridges we saw in Indonesia, they were oppressed by the locals and didn't even dare to fight back. What can we do?"

  Xu Fei's mouth was slightly pursed, feeling somewhat depressed. Earlier, he had seen an Indonesian Chinese being robbed and had gone forward to help. However, the person had not even dared to report it to the police and instead told Xu Fei to hurry up and run away, saying that as a Chinese in this place, reporting the crime would only lead to trouble.

  Finally, after reading a lot of news, I realized that even if overseas Chinese are bullied in another country, without anyone to support them, they can only become an inferior nation.

  At first, an American and a Chinese were robbed at the same time. The American dared to loudly question the local police station, while the Chinese could only humbly ask the police for help. However, in the end, the entire police station was mobilized to help the American catch the thief, while the Chinese was left standing by like a rootless duckweed shedding tears.

  Xu Fei thought to himself that as a small and ordinary person who didn't even have a job, he could only watch these things happen with his eyes wide open, at most spitting out some curses at those who were doing nothing.

  "Hehehe...... Xiao Fei, as long as you become the leader of the Great Xia land, isn't that enough?"

  The old Taoist smiled faintly and said a joke to Xufei as if it was nothing.

  Xu Fei's eyes widened as he stared at the old Taoist, saying loudly: "Master, this joke of yours isn't funny at all! Let me calculate it for you. I'm going to take the civil service exam now and get selected, but even if I do, when I enter the government department, I'll just be a regular clerk. Even if I have extraordinary abilities and no one suppresses my development, allowing me to smoothly advance, according to normal promotions, I'd still need to go through ten ranks: from clerk, deputy director, deputy section chief, section chief, deputy department head, department head, deputy provincial level, provincial level, deputy national level, and national level. It sounds like a small number, just ten ranks! But even if I rise to the top at an incredible speed, it'll still take over fifty years to reach the national level. I'm twenty-one now, so by the time I become a leader, I'll be a seventy-year-old old man who's barely alive. Can an old man like me still lead a powerful country? Are you kidding me?"

  "Hehe... Xiao Fei, I didn't say you should be the leader of this government. What I meant was a country where you have complete control and can do whatever you want."

  The old Taoist smiled and took over Xu Fei's words, this government... he could only smile and that was it.

  Bai Tao looked at the old Daoist with a dull expression, and when his emotions calmed down a bit, he asked weakly: "Could it be that Master wants me to rebel? But in this country, there's no chance of rebelling!"

  When Xu Fei heard this, his eyes widened in shock. If Master really wanted him to stir up trouble in this society, it would be no different from feeding Old Shou Xing arsenic.

  "Haha...... Master didn't let you rebel in this society, you! Don't worry!"

  The old Taoist burst out laughing and dismissed the matter, but Xu Fei knew that his master never joked with him. Since he said so, there must be something on his mind. But since Master said not to cause trouble in this society, then there's no problem.

  At noon, Xu Fei had lunch with his master. In the afternoon, he opened his laptop to read news. As soon as he opened a news website, he saw a headline that made him feel depressed.

  To commemorate 918, patriotic youths sang red songs in protest of Japan under the monument, firmly demanding that Japan reflect on its WWII crimes! Bai Tao looked at the news and muttered: "What's going on here? My red song was taught by my master, but commemorating 918 to protest against Japanese devils? Hmm... tomorrow is September 18th, could it be that my master really wanted me to remember the 918 Incident?"

  After finishing watching the news, he started playing two small games again. On his QQ account, there was only one person left besides his former university classmates.

  For twenty years he has been reading books vigorously, and no junior high school or lower classmates can communicate with him for a long time before being separated again due to his skipping grades.

  Fortunately, the university had to read for four years and he had dozens of classmates who had exchanged ideas, but because of his master's task, he was studying various knowledge in the library every day. In the four years of college, he didn't seem to have a single friend.

  Whenever the topic of having a girlfriend comes up, his master says he doesn't need one at all and that even if he found one it would be a pity. He firmly believes in and supports his master's words, to the point where he didn't even bother with the numerous rich beauties who chased after him in college.

  "Master, goodnight!"

  Xu Fei finished his shower and bid his master goodnight before returning to his dormitory to rest. He needed a good rest, as the Red Song task was over, but he didn't know what other tasks his master had in store for him next. So, going to bed early to recharge was the right thing to do. Lying on his bed, Xu Fei quickly fell into a deep sleep.

  "Xiao Fei! This time it's up to you, whether your master can escape or not depends on your cultivation."

  An old Taoist appeared in front of Xu Fei's bed after he fell asleep, smiled kindly and said softly. He saw him wave his big hand in front of his eyes, and a strange small black hole appeared, slowly rotating the silent black hole swallowed Xu Fei who was sleeping soundly, and then disappeared completely without leaving any trace.

  The old Taoist stood in front of the empty bed and whispered: "Xiao Fei, you must remember! Your master's name is Hong Jun!"