Shang Lin didn't know if Huang Ying's words were simply a complaint about how tiring it was to be a person, or if she wanted to be his servant. In fact, he wouldn't accept servants unless absolutely necessary. Don't think that having servants to command is a good thing; it's a two-way street.

Of course, if it were the old him, keeping some servants wouldn't be a problem, but the current him can't, so Shang Lin could only say, "You can ask the tower spirit to enter and leave the Dragon Spirit Tower, anyway, he's the most free right now."

Xing Tian suddenly said to Huang Ying, "I can share half of the bed in my bedroom with you, but you have to turn back into your original form, otherwise it will be quite inconvenient."

"Who wants to sleep in a separate bed from you? I'm perfectly fine sleeping on the chair." Since we've already returned to our original forms, what difference does it make?

Shang Lin silently looked up at the sky. The sect leader was too poor, and the disciples suffered along with him. "I think this is better. When Bai Jingxuan transfers the profits to me in early November, you can rent a house near the company. This way, you won't have to travel back and forth. After all, winter is coming soon."

Xing Tian hurriedly asked, "Then what about the sect leader?"

"What do you mean, what to do?" Shang Lin was confused by Xing Tian's words. "You mean the tutoring?"

"Yeah, high school foreign languages ​​are much harder than junior high. And it's not just foreign languages, don't you need tutoring for other subjects too? When I was in high school, I had to have tutoring after school every night. I was secretly laughing when I got to bed at midnight every night."

Huang Ying immediately sat up straight. Their sect leader already had a lot of class time, and that was only because the sect leader had a photographic memory and was exceptionally intelligent. If it were an ordinary person...

Good heavens, humans really are the kings of the hill, we can't compete with them.

Shang Lin said, "It's okay, we have cell phones, we can keep in touch by phone. Besides, I'm not like I was in the third year of junior high school, starting school with absolutely no foundation. At least I've worked hard for a year now."

Xing Tian thought for a moment before saying, "Alright then, let's do as the sect leader says. Otherwise, taking a taxi every morning and evening is quite expensive. However, the building materials company is indeed not doing well. I wonder if Fan Mingyu has any plans to change careers?"

"You can keep an eye on him for now, and we'll decide what to do when he comes of age. But when you say things are not doing well, do you mean we don't have any connections?" After all, the Fan family has already fallen apart and is barely hanging on.

“Yes, if we… never mind, I’ll handle the business matters. Sect Master, just focus on your studies. It’s getting late, go and rest.”

"Okay, you too."

What connections could a penniless young boy from a remote mountain village have? They had been struggling to get an ID card for over a year, and although they had it processed, they still hadn't received it yet.

However, without connections, making money is indeed very slow. Should they rely on the influence of businesses? No, no, no, forget it. That's a mess. They should take it slow and steady.

Hu Tangdi and Huang Li returned a week later. Xing Tian and Huang Ying had also rented a house. Only She Jinxing had not returned yet, but he had already called to say that there were still two payments to be made, so Shang Lin did not need to worry.

Xing Tian rented a house not far from the company, but because the company was located near the outskirts of the city, he could only rent a bungalow. The bungalow was large and had front and back yards, so it was no problem to set up an outdoor barbecue in the summer.

In fact, Shang Lin prefers living in places like this. He always feels cramped living in apartment buildings, probably because he was used to living on mountains or in caves in his previous life.

So when Shang Lin finished touring the house, he suddenly said, "When we have money in the future, we'll buy a mountain to focus on cultivation."

Xing Tian: "How much would that cost? And which rich person lives in the mountains? It's inconvenient if something happens... Oh, I forgot, that's for ordinary people. For us, we do need a mountain."

Shang Lin smiled and said, "It's alright, take your time. Rome wasn't built in a day. Anyway, we have plenty of time, and we'll be able to afford it someday."

Xing Tian asked with some curiosity, "Sect Master, Yuntai Sect, I mean Yuntai Sect in the cultivation world, does it have a mountain? The sect is built on the mountaintop, with hundreds or even thousands of steps."

Shang Lin suddenly looked up at the sky, as if he could see the Yuntai Sect in the cultivation world. "The Yuntai Sect is named after a platform on the mountaintop where the founding patriarch attained enlightenment. There are cloud platforms in the mountains and pavilions on the mountain, with pavilions and pavilions complementing each other. Half of it is shrouded in clouds and mist, and half is clear and sunny. In addition to the main peak, the Yuntai Sect has countless other peaks, which complement each other and stretch endlessly."

Xing Tian, ​​"..."

After a long pause, she asked softly, "Sect Leader, are you... homesick?"

"Well, a little." Shang Lin didn't mince words. "But there are so many talented people in the sect. Having one more sect leader won't make a difference, and losing one won't make a difference either. It's just that I feel a little sentimental when I think about it sometimes. After all, I've fallen from the clouds to the mud and am struggling to survive."

Xing Tian suddenly reached out and patted Shang Lin on the shoulder, saying very sincerely, "Sect Master, I believe that no matter where you are, you will always be the most powerful."

"Hehe, you have a sweet tongue. To borrow Bai Jingxuan's words, 'As you get older, you inevitably become a bit greasy.' I'm no exception, but we have too many things to do, so I don't have time to be sentimental." After making a self-deprecating remark, Shang Lin pointed to the front and back yards and continued, "But this yard is so spacious, why not keep two dogs to guard the house?"

Huang Ying, who was returning from grocery shopping, immediately refused, "No way, I don't like dogs. They're not clean, they shed, and they bark all the time. I won't keep one."

"Alright, alright." Shang Lin conceded instantly. "You can decide where you stay. As for the almanac, wasn't it with you?"

Huang Li and Huang Ying had been with Xing Tian before, and now that Huang Li is back, he is still allowed to stay with him, so he moved in with them.

Before Shang Lin could finish speaking, Huang Li's voice rang out, "Sect Master, Sect Master, I'm here."

The little boy was carrying a big watermelon. Although it looked effortless, it looked more like a turtle standing and walking, with only its head and limbs sticking out.

Shang Lin looked on with a mixture of amusement and helplessness. "Do you still need to exert yourself? Even without a Qiankun bag or anything, you can at least use some magic to move it, right?"

"Hehe, this is fun." Huang Li put the watermelon on the wooden table in the yard. "Those bad guys who captured me, I chopped them up like watermelons. They were scared crazy by the end. With such a small amount of courage, how dare they sell me?"

Shang Lin smiled wryly, "If all children were like you, naturally no one would take such risks. Unfortunately, there are still most ordinary people. Ordinary people have no choice but to increase their awareness of prevention and try their best to protect themselves!"

Huang Ying hurriedly took out a kitchen knife and started cutting the watermelon. "Actually, it's not just ordinary people, we are the same."

“Yes.” Shang Lin agreed wholeheartedly. “After all, there are always mountains beyond mountains and buildings beyond buildings. And no matter what kind of life it is, there are good and bad. We should not do evil, but we should also not be bullied.”

Huang Li cheered, "Time to eat watermelon!"