Chu Yue raised her eyebrows and asked: "He does odd jobs at Shenxuan. He works at sunrise and rests at sunset. He is cleaning the roads and doing his job. How come he doesn't know the etiquette?"
Lan Huanhuan's wrists were still burned by the flames, and tears welled up in her eyes. She held back the pain and said, "The Demon Suppression Platform is related to the glory of the college and the future of the disciples. His presence here will hinder the brothers."
"An unarmed and blind old man, just doing his job, hindered the martial arts disciples cultivated by Shenxuan."
Chu Yue sneered: "What else are you practicing in this martial arts? You might as well get out of Shenxuan."
"Senior Sister Ye, that's not what I meant. I did it for everyone's benefit. I..."
Lan Huanhuan was anxious.
Chu Yue shouted expressionlessly: "Return the things and apologize for your rudeness, otherwise...get out now."
Some disciples had gathered around to watch the fun.
Lan Huanhuan felt humiliated and was unwilling to accept it, but due to the majesty of Zhanxing disciples and the inextinguishable wind and fire with his wrist, he had no choice but to squat down and pick up the broom on the ground, then walked to the old man and presented the broom.
He bent down and apologized: "Old man, I was in a hurry to go to the back mountain just now, and I said evil words out of desperation. Please don't take it seriously."
The old man took back the broom, ignored Lan Huanhuan's words, and began to sweep the floor mechanically and numbly again.
He walked slowly and walked in front of Chu Yue unconsciously.
He stopped, faced Chu Yue, raised his head, and used his withered hands to push back his dirty hair, making his face more realistic.
Chu Yue's chest was slightly suffocated, her pupils suddenly tightened, and she stared deeply into the old man's eyes.
When Dawn was next to the Taoist Monument, the sky was dark, and the old man's messy hair was blocking it. Chu Yue could not see clearly, and she only knew that he was a blind old man.
Only then did Chu Yue see that the old man's eyes had been sewn up with needles and threads. The old blood stains had turned brown and the scabs could not be removed.
But even so, the old man's face always looked kind and approachable, without the slightest hint of gloom.
"Old sir." Chu Yue said solemnly: "Your eyes..."
"The old slave's eyes cannot see, but his heart can see more clearly."
The old man said hoarsely, then took out the money bag and put it in Chu Yue's hand, "Girl, this old slave has long been accustomed to cold nights and does not need clothes to keep out the cold. On the contrary, the girl needs this more than the old slave."
Without giving Chu Yue a chance to refuse, the old man bowed down and swept the floor meticulously.
Chu Yue held the money bag, thoughtfully, and hesitated for a long time before putting the money bag on her body.
Within the money bag, traces of golden energy flowed into Chu Yue's bone-crushing ax and blood-drinking sword.
In Chu Yue's mind, the old man's eyes were still sewn shut, but Lan Huanhuan's painful screams rang in her ears.
Chu Yue glanced sideways and saw Lan Huanhuan's wrists being burnt by the wind-burning flames, and then she remembered this and extinguished the wind-burning flames with a snap of her fingers.
Lan Huanhuan was in so much pain that she could hardly stand, and was supported by her companion. She gritted her teeth and looked at Chu Yue.
Chu Yue didn't seem to notice. She turned back to look at the old man sweeping the floor. She pursed her red lips and thought for a long time. Then she waved her talented hand and led everyone to the back hill.
When Chu Yue and his party walked away, Lan Huanhuan glared at their backs, covered her injured hand, and said angrily: "I'm going to tell Senior Sister Xun'er and the priest!"