East Zhang Village, Zhang Ji Iron Shop's entrance.
The original iron shop had long since been buried in the fire, leaving behind only ruins and the pungent smell of smoke.
Old Zhang knelt on the ground as if he had lost his soul. Beside him lay the unconscious Cui Hua.
On the way back with his daughter, he saw corpses all along the way. Countless houses were buried in the fire.
"Dead, they're all dead!"
Old Zhang tightly held the golden sword in his hand, his body trembling non-stop.
More than three hundred people in East Zhang Village, regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, were all killed by the mysterious group of black-clothed men. Not a single person was left alive.
Zhang Yuanwai's death was not to be regretted.
The only thing that made him sad was Old Yuan who sold bamboo baskets in the east of the village, Shi Gen who liked to come and drink wine, and the widow next door whose man died in the army...
Those familiar faces were now nothing but cold corpses, which kept pounding into his mind.
Old Zhang, who was over fifty years old, had sleepy eyes. He actually hugged his head, squatted down and cried bitterly.
"What did we do wrong, why do we have to suffer like this..." He bent his legs and knelt on the ground.
East Zhang Village was his home, but now, his home was no longer there. Those distant relatives and neighbors of the past were all dead, leaving only the father and daughter.
At this time, an incomparably weak voice came from behind him, "Father..."
Old Zhang hurriedly wiped his tears and turned to look at Cui Hua who had just woken up. He squeezed out a stiff smile from his face, "Daughter, are you alright?"
Cui Hua seemed to be at a loss. After looking around, a trace of clarity returned to her eyes, "Father, why am I here? Wasn't I taken away by someone? “
"And you... Aren't you..."
She covered her mouth and looked at Old Zhang, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She clearly remembered that her father's hands and feet had been cruelly chopped off by that group of people, so why was he standing in front of her now?
"Father, where's Blockhead..."
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and then she suddenly looked at the ruins behind her, her body trembling violently, "Mu... Blockhead..."
After saying that, she rushed into the ruins.
Old Zhang hurriedly pulled her back and sighed softly, "Your Blockhead is not dead, but..."
"Then where is he? But what? "
Faced with Cui Hua's loss of control, Old Zhang's heart was slightly stifled. His expression was incomparably complicated as he narrated the events in full detail.
After a long while, the night fell into a deathly silence, leaving only the father and daughter facing each other in silence.
"Father, you lied to me, didn't you?" Cui Hua felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her mind rumbling endlessly.
What did she hear?
Not only was her wooden block not burned to death by the fire, but it also recovered its memory and became normal. It even killed those mysterious people and healed her father's limbs …
Old Zhang knew that it was hard for her to accept it for a while, so it was worth it to stand aside and wait for her to digest it.
In fact, how could he accept it? Even though he had seen everything with his own eyes, he still felt like he was in a dream.
In reality, people like Ye Chen were too far away from ordinary people like them. They were so far away that they could only live in the myth that the neighbors bragged about.
After an unknown amount of time, Cui Hua sat on the ground with a dazed expression. She bit her lip and said, "Father … you … you said Blockhead is an immortal?"
"Maybe …"
Old Zhang took a deep breath in and subconsciously tightened his grip on the golden sword in his hand.
At this moment, the ground began to tremble faintly, as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping over.
Under the father and daughter's terrified expressions, they saw a large number of armored and halberd-wielding troops surging over.
Old Zhang instinctively protected his daughter behind him, holding the golden sword tightly in his hand. He did not know if the golden sword could really protect them, but it was their only hope.
"Enemy … This is the enemy's army …"
When he saw the armor and black flags worn by the army, Old Zhang became even more nervous.
When he was young, he had been to Lin 'an County. On the streets, he had seen the soldiers of the enemy Daluo Dynasty being paraded through the streets.
The Daluo Dynasty's army suddenly stopped. The vanguard pointed at Old Zhang and his daughter, "General, there are people here!"
"Take them down!"
As an indifferent voice rang out, more than a dozen people rushed toward the father and daughter with a ferocious aura.
Old Zhang extended the golden sword in his hand by instinct. His body was trembling as he tried his best to recall the method of use that Ye Chen had told him before he left.
"Wait!"
Right at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the army. There was a trace of fear in the voice.
At the next moment!
A purple-clothed old man suddenly leaped out and walked slowly to Old Zhang and his daughter. He stared at the golden sword.
"Sir, don't be nervous."
Seemingly seeing Old Zhang's nervousness, the purple-clothed old man smiled and said, "I'm from the Daluo Dynasty. I won't hurt you commoners. I'm just asking a few simple questions."
Old Zhang looked at him warily.
The purple-clothed old man was not angry. He took a deep look at the golden sword in his hand and said fearfully, "May I ask who gave you this sword?"
He was a member of the Daluo Dynasty's Martial Saint Mountain, and he had been worshipped by Daluo for generations. This time, he had followed the army to deal with the Martial Saint of Dakun.
According to common sense, a commoner like Old Zhang wouldn't be able to enter his eyes at all, and he wouldn't let him appear in person.
However, it was all because of the golden sword in Old Zhang's hand. It gave him, a three-revolution Martial Saint, a creepy feeling. It seemed to be the might of an Emperor Stage.
He had a feeling that once Old Zhang activated the golden sword, he and the army of 100,000 behind him would probably be annihilated.
That was why he showed up in time to stop it.
Old Zhang said in a threatening manner, "T-This was given to me by my son-in-law …"
"Son-in-law …"
The purple-clothed old man narrowed his eyes. Even though he did not believe Old Zhang's words, he still said, "Sir, you can leave now."
With that, he leaped back into the army.
"Let's go!"
The army set off once again. In the eyes of Old Zhang and his daughter, they headed south in an orderly manner.
Old Zhang only snapped out of his daze when they were far away. He could not believe that the enemy's army would not kill them.
He looked at the golden sword in his hand thoughtfully and subconsciously tightened his grip.
…
Amidst the army, a luxurious carriage was escorted by the crowd as it advanced forward.
As the commander of the army, Liang Wu urged his horse forward and rode alongside the carriage. He could not help but ask, "Elder Wu, why did you let those two people go?"
Although Liang Wu was the commander-in-chief of this expedition, his tone was very courteous. This was because even the current emperor had to show some respect to the existence in the carriage.
It was also the god in their hearts.
After a few seconds, the purple-clothed old man's voice came from the carriage, "General Liang, did you see the golden sword in that old man's hand?"
(End of this chapter)
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