If You Can Borrow, Why give it Back

Zhou Ruiqing was puzzled, thinking Tang Xiaoyu was joking with him: "Xiaoyu, how can there be such things as Three Pure Dao Patriarchs and Celestial Venerables in this world?"

"You wouldn't make up a god like this just because our sect is called Sanqing Sect, would you?"

Tang Xiaoyu said seriously: "Please don't joke with me like this."

Then she turned around and left.

The current Tang Xiaoyu didn't dare to joke about the heavens and gods anymore, because once she crossed that door, she was bound by the Heavenly Dao, or to put it simply, under surveillance.

When she had walked halfway, Tang Xiaoyu came back again: "Old man, where is my residence?"

"Let me take you there!"

Arriving at her own room, seeing the simple furnishings, Tang Xiaoyu felt emotional for a while: "From a wanderer on the streets, to now the head of a sect, does this count as a protagonist?"

"I guess not, after all the things people pick up from roadside stalls, you can buy hundreds of such sects."

Just as she lay on the bed, Tang Xiaoyu jumped up again.

"You bastard, how many years have you kept this mattress? The mattresses I sleep on under the bridge every day are cleaner than this."

"A Golden Core cultivator, bah! You can't even handle such trivial matters, what use do I have for you."

After cursing and scolding for a while, she could only tidy it up simply and make do for the night.

The next morning at dawn, Tang Xiaoyu got up on time.

After moving her body, she walked to the kitchen.

She cooked rice porridge, fried two dishes, and cooked two eggs for one person.

"Let the old man steam more buns today, so I don't have to go through so much trouble in the morning."

After doing all this, the sky was already bright.

"Where is he? Still sleeping?"

Tang Xiaoyu angrily kicked open Zhou Ruiqing's door, scaring him to jump straight up from the bed.

"What are you doing making a racket early in the morning?"

"You bastard, I've been patient with you for a long time." With one move of the Unseen Leg of Foshan, she directly kicked Zhou Ruiqing into a dog eating shit.

In the square, a group of people stood bleary-eyed, with Tang Xiaoyu roaring in front of them.

"Master is not master-like at all, and disciples learn from their master's example. As for you, big senior sister, I don't even have the heart to talk about you."

"Little Ling'er, stop sleeping. Don't think you're cute so I won't say anything about you."

"Look at you, ah! All day long, other than acting cute, crying and eating, what else can you do?"

Tang Xiaoyu looked at Shi Tou again: "And you, Shi Tou, I can understand you eat a lot, but can you grow up a bit and stop peeing and playing with mud?"

"Xiao Lan... forget it, stop crying."

After saying something about everyone, Tang Xiaoyu spoke earnestly: "Comrades! Comrades! The revolution is not yet successful, we still need to make efforts!"

Little Ling'er asked crisply: "Sect Head, who exactly are these comrades?" The others also nodded, the meaning very obvious.

Tang Xiaoyu was almost angered to death: "If you speak again, I'll throw you out."

Little Ling'er hurriedly covered her little mouth, indicating she wouldn't speak again.

"I seriously suspect you guys have some problem with your IQs. I'm talking to you, and you ask me who comrades are. Are you stupid? Are you stupid?"

The roaring continued for another dozen minutes before it stopped.

Tang Xiaoyu sighed and said, "Rather than relying on you to do work, I might as well rely on a dog. Department Head Zhou, go buy a dog today."

"Xiao Lan, Little Ling'er, you two go into town with Master today. He's going shopping, you two try begging, Xiao Lan you're responsible for crying, you for shouting. Go be bosses together."

"After thinking hard, this is the only job suitable for you. If I don't let you do something, your whole self will become useless."

The two girls reluctantly nodded: "Yes, Sect Head."

"Shi Tou, Gou Zi, you dozen or so boys are responsible for logging and reclaiming land."

"Yes, Sect Head."

"Xiao Yan, you lead the female disciples to clean up the sect, wash what needs washing, wipe what needs wiping, and take everyone's mattresses out to air."

"Yes, Sect Head."

"Everyone go eat! After eating, go busy yourselves!"

"Xiao Yan, help me draw some pictures after eating."

"Got it."

The food Tang Xiaoyu made was ordinary, there was no silly praise, but at least it tasted better than what Zhou Ruiqing and Tang Xiao Yan made.

After the meal, Tang Xiaoyu and Tang Xiao Yan started researching the portrait of Grandmaster of Heaven.

After thinking about it for a long time last night, based on his understanding of the Three Pure Ones, he decided not to carve the other two, after all they valued background a lot.

Unlike Grandmaster of Heaven, he taught indiscriminately.

How could a person molded by Nüwa enter the eyes of the Primordial Two.

According to his memories from his previous life, Tang Xiaoyu started describing.

Under the constant deliberation and modification of the two, they finally painted the Grandmaster of Heaven that Tang Xiaoyu remembered.

Tang Xiaoyu handed the painting to Zhou Ruiqing and told him to carve according to the painting.

After taking the painting, Zhou Ruiqing muttered: "This is just an old man!"

"And he calls himself a cultivator! Knowing nothing, I'll give you five hundred taels of silver. After buying chickens, ducks, fish and seeds, use the rest to carve the god statue."

Tang Xiaoyu also thought of something: "Right, buy some chicks and ducklings, raise them to lay eggs."

"Don't forget the dog."

"Got it."

Zhou Ruiqing took the two girls down the mountain.

Tang Xiaoyu returned to his room to start keeping accounts and planning the daily learning and cultivation of the disciples.

Tang Xiaoyu was writing enthusiastically when Tang Xiao Yan ran in: "Brother, this is bad, people from Qingcheng Sect are here to collect debts!"

"I'm good right now. They're here to collect debts, why are you panicking?"

"They said if we don't repay today, they'll burn down our house and sell us."

Tang Xiaoyu was stunned, then asked: "Can we beat them?"

"We can, but we're in the wrong here!"

Tang Xiaoyu immediately felt righteous again. He stood up: "What's there to be afraid of! Grab your weapons and follow me out. I'll go see who dares to wreak havoc in my Sanqing Sect."

Tang Xiao Yan handed over a knife. Tang Xiaoyu took it and walked out.

People from Qingcheng Sect were still cursing and scolding there, ogling the female disciples.

Holding the knife, he walked over: "All of you shut your mouths. Leader, come out."

A youth dressed as a scholar, holding a fan, walked out from behind the crowd.

He kept waving his fan, angering Tang Xiaoyu.

Pointing at him and waving: "What are you pretending for! If you pretend any more may you get struck by lightning! If you pretend to be arrogant may you get hit by a bench! I just won't repay. What can you do to me?"

The youth also threatened: "If you don't drink the wine of courtesy, you'll drink the wine of penalty. You..."

Before he could finish the word "you", Tang Xiaoyu punched him in the face: "Pretending in front of me huh!"

The youth was about to speak again but Tang Xiaoyu directly kicked him to the ground and started beating him violently.

"I'll beat you for pretending, for laughing, for lending at high interest."

Tang Xiaoyu turned his head to the youth's face like a dead dog's: "What were you saying just now?"