"I don't know the etiquette?"

Chu Yue raised his eyebrows and asked, "He works at Shenxuan, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. He does what he does to clean the roads. Where does he not know the etiquette?"

Lan Huanhuan's wrist was still burned by flames, tears rolled in her eyes, and she endured the pain and said, "The Demon-Suppressing Platform is related to the glory of the Academy and the future of his disciples. He will disturb his fellow brothers here."

"An old man who was unarmed and blind was just doing his part, which hindered the martial arts disciples cultivated by Shen Xuan."

Chu Yue sneered: "What else do you practice in this martial arts? Why don't you get out of the divine mystery?"

"Senior Sister Ye, I don't mean that. I'm also for everyone's good, I..."

Lan Huanhuan was very anxious.

Chu Yue shouted expressionlessly: "Get back the things and apologize for your own rudeness, otherwise... get out now."

Some disciples who were watching the fun were gathered around.

Lan Huanhuan suddenly felt humiliated and felt unwilling to accept it. However, due to the majesty of the star-killing disciple and the indestructible Feng Zhihuo, he had to squat over and pick up the broom on the ground, then walked to the old man, gave it a broom, and bent down to apologize: "Old man, I'm just in a hurry to go to the back mountain, and in desperation, I spoke ill of each other, and I also asked the old man not to take it to my heart."

The old man took the broom back, ignored Lan Huanhuan's words, and began to sweep the ground mechanically numbly.

He walked slowly and walked unknowingly to Chu Yue.

He stopped, faced Chu Yue, raised his head, and used his old hands to push away the dirty hair, making his face look more realistic.

Chu Yue's chest was slightly suffocated, and her pupils suddenly tightened, staring deeply into the old man's eyes.

When Dawn was next to the Taoist monument, it was not bright, and the old man's messy hair was blocking it. Chu Yue didn't see it clearly, only knowing that she was a blind old man.

Chu Yue only saw that the old man's eyes were sewn with needles and thread, and the old blood was brown and could not be cut off from the scabs.

But even so, the old man's face was always friendly and without any gloomy aura.

"Old man." Chu Yue spoke in a serious mood: "Your eyes..."

"The old slave can't see his eyes, but his heart can see more clearly."

The old man said hoarsely, took out his purse and put it in Chu Yue's hand, "Girl, the old slave has long been used to the cold nights and does not need clothes to keep warm. Instead, the girl needs this more than the old slave."

Without giving Chu Yue the chance to refuse, the old man bowed down and swept the floor meticulously.

Chu Yue held the purse, thoughtful, and hesitated for a long time before putting the purse on her body.

Inside the wallet, a trace of golden power penetrated into Chu Yue's bone-breaking axe and the blood-drinking sword.

In Chu Yue's mind was still the old man's sewn eyes, but Lan Huanhuan's painful screams sounded in her ears.

Chu Yue looked sideways and saw Lan Huanhuan's wrists burned by Feng Jianhuo, and then she remembered this incident. She snapped her fingers and extinguished the Feng Jianhuo flame.

Lan Huanhuan was so painful that she could hardly stand firmly. She was barely supported by her companions and looked at Chu Yue with gritted teeth.

Chu Yue seemed to have not noticed it, and looked back at the sweeping old man, pursed his bright red lips, thought for a long time, then waved his hand and led everyone to the back mountain.
Chapter completed!