A person without roots is invulnerable to all forces.
Zhang San has no spiritual roots and cannot practice magic. The national master told him: You are immune to all spells, but if you encounter a butcher's knife, you'd better run quickly.
So he understood: you do the magic, and I will do the fighting.
A broken umbrella, an iron gun, and a calculating head. From the streets to the demon world, from the court to the devil's abyss.
When others cultivate immortality, he cultivates physical skills, and when others use talismans, he uses his brain. If you can't beat him, just wait. If you can't, forget it. If you're right, shoot him in the throat.
The demon princess is his comrade-in-arms, the Taoist saint is the person who understands him best, and the Queen of Zhou is the monarch who he dares to confront but does not dare to cross the line.
Many years later, when a new land fairy appeared, Zhang San walked up to him with a gun:
"Brother, have you ever heard of a dog-killing marksmanship that falls from the sky?"
