At this moment, the elder of the menial service yard heard that the ancestor of the sect had come to his territory. He was so scared that he hurried over.
"Old Ancestor, this place is filthy and stinks to high heaven. Please don't pollute your eyes!"
"Please move into the inner hall. I have prepared the best spiritual tea!"
As he spoke, he nodded and came forward, trying to lead the two ancestors away.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The gray-robed old man frowned, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and he waved his sleeves without even turning his head.
"Don't interrupt my chance!"
The elder from the errand department only felt a soft force coming at him, and he was instantly blown several feet away, falling down in a miserable state.
He got up from the ground in horror, feeling the warning pressure, and his face lost all color.
Chance? Here?
He looked in horror at the servant "Zhang Yi" who was cleaning the toilet, and dared not step forward and say a word.
that's all.
After Ye Chen cleaned all the toilets, he stood up and walked to the woodshed, picked up an axe and started chopping wood.
The two old ancestors followed behind him, watching every movement of his axe.
Then, Ye Chen picked up the bucket again and walked towards the pond in the back mountain step by step.
The two old ancestors followed behind him again, watching every rise and fall of his shoulder pole, feeling the ubiquitous rhythm.
After fetching water, Ye Chen picked up his iconic broom and walked towards the mountain gate square.
The two ancestors still stayed by his side.
This scene has become the most bizarre scenery in the Cangyue Sword Sect in thousands of years.
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