Genius Daddy in the City

Dongzhang Village, at the entrance of Zhangji Iron Shop.

The original iron shop had long been destroyed in the fire, leaving only ruins and the pungent smell of fireworks.

Lao Zhangtou quietly knelt on the ground as if he had lost his soul, and lying on the ground next to him was the unconscious Cuihua.

On the way back with his daughter, he saw corpses all along the way, and countless houses were destroyed in the fire.

"Dead, all dead!"

Lao Zhangtou tightly held the golden sword in his hand, his body shaking non-stop.

More than 300 people in Dongzhang Village, including men, women, old and young, were all killed by the mysterious men in black, leaving no one alive.

It is not a pity that Zhang Yuanwai died.

The only thing that made him sad was Lao Yuan who sold bamboo baskets at the east end of the village, Shi Gen who liked to come to his house for drinks, and the orphan and widowed mother next door whose man died in the army...

Those familiar faces, but now only the cold corpses were constantly impacting his mind.

Zhangtou, who was over fifty years old, had sleep in his eyes. He hugged his head, squatted down and cried bitterly.

"What did we do wrong? Why do we have to suffer such a fate..." He knelt on the ground with his legs bent.

Dongzhang Village was his home, but now, his home was gone. All the close relatives and neighbors in the past had died, leaving only their father and daughter.

At this time, an extremely weak voice came from behind him: "Dad..."

Lao Zhangtou hurriedly wiped away his tears, turned around and looked at Cuihua who had regained consciousness, and squeezed a stiff smile from his face: "Daughter, are you okay?"

Cuihua seemed to be at a loss. After looking around, a trace of clarity returned to her eyes: "Dad, why am I here? Wasn't I captured?"

"And you...you're not..."

She covered her mouth and looked at Lao Zhangtou, her eyes full of disbelief.

She clearly remembered that her father's hands and feet were brutally cut off by the gang before, but now he was standing in front of her.

"Dad, where is the wood..."

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and then she suddenly looked at the ruins behind her, and her body trembled violently: "Wood...wood..."

After saying that, she rushed into the ruins.

Lao Zhangtou hurriedly grabbed her and sighed softly: "Your wood is not dead, it's just..."

"What about others? Just what?"

Facing Cuihua's loss of control, Lao Zhangtou's heart was slightly blocked, and he told the whole story of the incident with a complicated expression.

After a while, the night fell into dead silence, leaving only the silent confrontation between father and daughter.

"Dad, you lied to me, didn't you?" Cuihua felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her mind roaring.

What did she hear?

Not only was her wood not burned to death by the fire, but she regained her memory and became normal. She also killed a dozen mysterious people and cured her father's hands and feet...

Lao Zhangtou knew that it was difficult for her to accept it for a while, so it was worth standing aside silently and waiting for her to digest it.

In fact, how could he accept it? Even after seeing the previous scene with his own eyes, he still felt like it was a dream.

In fact, people like Ye Chen are too far away from ordinary people like them, so far away that they only live in the myths boasted by the neighbors.

I don't know how long it took before Cuihua sat on the ground with a lost look on her face, biting her lip and said: "Dad... you... do you think wood is an immortal?"

"Maybe……"

Lao Zhangtou took a deep breath, and then subconsciously clenched the golden sword in his hand.

At this time, the ground began to tremble faintly, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards them.

In the frightened expressions of the father and daughter, they saw a large number of armies wearing armor and carrying halberds rushing towards them.

Lao Zhangtou subconsciously protected his daughter behind him, holding the golden sword tightly in his hand. He didn't know whether the golden sword could really protect them, but it was their only hope.

"The enemy army...this is the enemy's army..."

After seeing clearly the armor and black flags worn by the troops, Lao Zhangtou became more and more nervous.

When he was young, he went to Lin'an County. On the street, he saw soldiers from the enemy's Da Luo Dynasty being paraded through the streets.

The army of the Daluo Dynasty suddenly stopped, and the pioneer officer pointed at the father and daughter Zhangtou: "General, there is someone here!"

"Take it!"

As an indifferent voice came out, more than a dozen people ran towards the father and daughter in an angry manner.

Lao Zhang subconsciously took out the golden sword in his hand, his body trembling, thinking hard about how to use it that Ye Chen told him before leaving.

"Wait!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the army, and there was a hint of fear in this voice.

next moment!

Then they saw an old man in purple suddenly jumped out and walked slowly in front of Lao Zhangtou and his daughter, staring at the golden sword.

"Dad, don't be nervous."

Seemingly seeing Old Zhangtou's nervousness, the old man in purple smiled and said: "I am from the Great Luo Dynasty. I will not harm you common people. I am just asking a few questions."

Lao Zhangtou looked at him warily.

The old man in purple clothes was not angry either. He took a deep look at the golden sword in his hand and said with fear, "May I ask, father-in-law, who gave you this sword?"

He is from the Martial Saint Mountain of Da Luo Dynasty and has been enshrined by Da Luo for generations. This time he also traveled with the army in order to deal with Da Kun's Martial Saint.

It seems that ordinary people like Lao Zhangtou cannot come into his eyes at all according to common sense, let alone let him show up in person.

However, it was all because of the golden sword in Old Zhangtou's hand, which gave him, a third-level martial saint, a creepy feeling, as if it was the power of an emperor.

He had a premonition that once Lao Zhangtou activated the golden sword, he and the 100,000 troops behind him would probably be wiped out.

That's why he showed up in time to stop it.

Lao Zhangtou said threateningly: "This... this is what my son-in-law gave me..."

"Son-in-law..."

The old man in purple narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he didn't believe what Old Zhangtou said, he still nodded and said: "Old man, you can leave now."

After that, he jumped back into the army.

"Walk!"

The army set off again, heading south in an orderly manner in the eyes of Lao Zhangtou and his daughter.

It wasn't until they were far away that Lao Zhangtou woke up from a dream. He couldn't believe that the enemy army didn't kill them.

He looked at the golden sword in his hand thoughtfully, and subconsciously clenched it tighter.

…

Among the army holding open fire, a luxurious carriage was surrounded by people and moved forward.

As the commander-in-chief of this army, Liang Wu rode forward, parallel to the carriage, and couldn't help but said: "Old Wu, why did you let those two people go?"

Although Liang Wu was the commander-in-chief of the army traveling this time, he was very polite in his words, because the people in the carriage must be treated with respect even today.

It is also the god in their minds.

A few seconds later, the voice of the old man in purple came from the carriage: "General Liang, can you see the golden sword in the old father-in-law's hand?"