My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Although Zhou Lang called himself "Big Brother Zhou", he was actually only nineteen. There were few soldiers younger than him in the army. The youngest was eighteen years old, and the older ones were twenty-three or twenty-four. Most of them were of the same generation. The oldest among them was Lieutenant General Zhong, who was twenty-six years old.

Zhao Jinghua turned around and took out a set of plain black narrow-sleeved long robes from the wooden box, and then took out a pair of black leather wrist guards, two slightly thinner black hemp ropes, and a black leather waist belt. "You have a similar body shape to me, put them on."

Zhou Lang could tell that the clothes must be expensive, so he hesitated and said, "This..."

Zhao Jinghua handed the brocade robe to Zhou Lang, and said helplessly, "I have never worn it before."

Zhou Lang quickly shook his head, "No, sir! I'm not disgusted, it's just too expensive!"

Zhao Jinghua sighed and said, "As my bodyguard, how can others see me if you wear linen clothes?"

Zhou Lang quickly took the brocade robe and said, "Thank you, sir." Zhao Jinghua chuckled, patted his shoulder, and walked out of the military tent.

Zhou Lang quickly took off his linen clothes in the tent. His underwear was issued by the military camp, so it had no patches. He quickly put on his brocade robe and tied his waist belt. After putting on the wrist guard, he looked at the two thin ropes in his hands with a puzzled look. After a moment, he carefully observed the wrist guard and found a hole on the inside of his arm. He passed the rope through the hole, tied it, and walked out of the military tent. When he saw Zhao Jinghua, he bowed and said, "Young Master."

At this time, Wan Sutong had finished her breakfast, changed into yesterday's men's clothes, and took a carriage to the place agreed with Zhao Jinghua. After getting off the carriage, Wan Sutong told the driver to leave. After the driver left, Wan Sutong summoned the system and exchanged points for 700 buckets of rice, a total of 252 bags of rice, and then exchanged 600 copper coins and put them into the purse given to her by Zhao Jinghua.

After an incense stick of time, Wan Sutong saw a team of two-wheeled carriages. Although they were far away, Wan Sutong recognized the leader as Zhao Jinghua. When the carriages got closer, Wan Sutong saw that Zhao Jinghua was wearing silver light armor and riding a black horse.

He wore a mask, revealing only his beautiful peach blossom eyes and a pair of sword-like eyebrows. When he spoke, his voice was cold and clear, "Mr. Su really kept his promise."

Wan Sutong bowed and said, "My Lord, there are seven hundred buckets in total, a total of two hundred and fifty-two sacks."

Zhao Jinghua smiled and said, "Zhou Lang, go and have a look." Zhou Lang bowed and got off his horse. He opened ten bags of food, checked them, looked at Zhao Jinghua and nodded.

Wan Sutong took out the purse and presented it with both hands, raising it above his head. "The grain shop is short of food, so the price has increased. One dou is 42 wen, a total of 29 liang, 400 wen." His tone was not at all guilty.

Zhao Jinghua looked at Wan Sutong and saw through her thoughts at a glance, but he covered it up with a chuckle, "Master Su is not a cultivator, right?"

Wan Sutong nodded and thought to herself why she was asking this question. "It's definitely not."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and said slowly, "If it is an ordinary pocket, any cultivator can see what is inside. Although it is not too expensive, Mr. Su should be more cautious in making friends in the future."

Wan Sutong frowned slightly, not knowing whether Zhao Jinghua was helping her to lie or if he was really deceived by her. "I will remember your teachings."

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand to signal the nine people to carry the goods. "I dare not say that I have any teachings, but I just want to give Master Su some advice. I don't want the six hundred coins. Master Su should go to the temple to accumulate merit for that person."

Wan Sutong gritted her teeth after hearing this, suspecting that Zhao Jinghua was playing tricks on her, but she could only bow and say "Yes." Then she turned around and saw that there were only nine people. Just as she had doubts in her heart, the system calculated the number of times to move things, "Not counting Zhou Lang, each person has to move 28 times~"

Wan Sutong looked up at Zhao Jinghua and sighed in her heart: What an evil capitalist!

Zhao Jinghua noticed Wan Sutong's gaze and chuckled, "I discovered that the nine of them were gossiping in private, so they deserve to be punished."

Wan Sutong was a little surprised, but nodded and asked the system in her heart, "What does it mean to poke right and wrong?"

"Host, it means gossip~" Wan Sutong understood and her gossipy heart was burning. "What are you talking about? Do you have any melon seeds? Is it about Zhao Jinghua?"

The system held its forehead with its hands, and was speechless after being asked three questions by Wan Sutong. "Host Zhao Jinghua is still here, can you go back and eat some melon seeds? This is related to Zhao Jinghua."

Wan Sutong wanted to curl her lips, but she was afraid that Zhao Jinghua would see it and think that she was dissatisfied with him, so she could only sigh and say, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

When the nine soldiers loaded all the food onto the carriage, Wan Sutong turned around but didn't see Zhou Lang. She thought that she was too focused and didn't notice when someone was missing.

Wan Sutong always remembered Zhao Jinghua's promise, and now was the right time. "Since you said that any reward is fine, I wonder if you can teach me how to practice."

Zhao Jinghua frowned after hearing this. "My strength is not that strong. Why don't you change the reward and go to Kyoto to choose a good sect?"

Wan Sutong shouted in her heart after hearing this, "Don't refuse, I don't want my points to be reset to zero." Thinking of this, Wan Sutong was about to speak, but Zhao Jinghua sighed, "Well, I also want to teach Zhou Lang. If Mr. Su insists on not changing, then go with him."

Wan Sutong quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, sir."

Zhao Jinghua spoke again with an awkward tone, "I wonder if Master Su knows that you want to practice with me?"

Wan Sutong nodded repeatedly, "I know."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and said, "Okay, Mr. Su, please wait here. The carriage will arrive later. I will transport the food to the city first." After that, he turned his horse's head and headed towards Nanling City.

Wan Sutong bowed and said, "Farewell, young master." But at this moment, the system in front of him was extremely anxious, "Host, he is trying to steal your credit. You have to go with him!"

Seeing Zhao Jinghua walking away, Wan Sutong shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter. I did this because I wanted him to teach me how to practice."

The system shook its head and said, "Host, you have a really big heart."

Wan Sutong's expression suddenly became serious. He stretched out his hand to the system and slowly said two words: "Reward"

The system chuckled, and said with embarrassment, "The mission reward is... the 600 coins and all the points in your hand."

Wan Sutong was very shocked after hearing this. "So what he gave me is a reward! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"This... that... this system also saw it after the host completed the task. If this system had seen it, it would definitely ask the host to ask for more." The system spoke with great grievance, and it felt like it was about to cry in the next second.

Wan Sutong waved her hands angrily, "Forget it, forget it. Are there any other tasks?"

The system nodded and said, "Yes, yes." Then a task panel appeared next to the system. "Please reach the Great Perfection of Qi Training within three years. Task Reward: 800,000 Points."

Wan Sutong frowned and looked at the system. "Is the Qi training stage the first realm?"

Before the system could speak, the task panel was updated again. "There are six realms in this world, originally divided into the upper three realms and the lower three realms. The upper three realms are: God Realm, Heaven Realm, and Mortal Realm; the lower three realms are: Demon Realm, Monster Realm, and Hades Realm. The upper three realms are presided over by the Ancient God Xihua, and the lower three realms are presided over by his disciple, Hongfu God Cangxiao. But tens of millions of years ago, Hongfu God was beheaded by Xihua God himself, because that year Hongfu God led the lower three realms to attack the upper three realms, causing the lives of the six realms to be reduced to charcoal. Xihua God could not bear to see the people of the world suffer, so he reshaped the six realms with his own power, causing the six realms to become one, and Xihua God also fell in this war." After the system finished reading, the originally snow-white gingerbread man turned black, and soon the gingerbread man began to rain like a shower head. "Woo woo woo woo, Xihua God is too great."

Seeing this, Wan Sutong quickly stretched out his hands. The system thought Wan Sutong wanted to comfort it, but unexpectedly, Wan Sutong began to wash his hands with his tears. The system was so angry that it stopped crying and turned red. This time it looked more like a Christmas gingerbread man. "Host! Don't you have any sympathy at all!"

Wan Sutong shook her head and said, "You remind me of a chocolate gingerbread man." Then she tapped the system's head with her finger and said, "Now it's the red Christmas model."

The system put its hands on its hips and said, "I will never be friends with the host again!" Wan Sutong laughed, but a moment later, she changed her face faster than turning the pages of a book. "But then again, Xihua God has fallen, where can I find him?"

The system shook its head and said, "Host, don't worry. As long as you ascend to the Great Beginning Palace in the God Realm as soon as possible, Xihua God has left a trace of soul there, which is enough to send you back to your original world."

Wan Sutong nodded and said, "What does Qigong Great Perfection mean?"

"The realms in this world are divided into four realms: Chaos, Qi Training, Golden Elixir, and Demigod. Each realm has one to ten levels. The tenth level is the Great Perfection, and the Great Perfection of Demigod is usually called the True God Realm."

Wan Sutong sighed, "Doesn't that mean it will take a long time to ascend?"

The system shook its head and said, "Not necessarily. Zhao Jinghua has been practicing with the national teacher since he was five years old. Now he has reached the first level of demigod at the age of twenty."

Wan Sutong felt even more melancholy after hearing this, "The teacher is the national teacher! How can I compare with him?" But after she finished speaking, she realized, "If I learn from him, isn't it the same as learning from the national teacher?" At this time, the sound of horse hooves and wheels came from a distance. When she turned around, she saw a young man in a black robe driving a carriage. When he got closer, Wan Sutong recognized that it was Zhou Lang.

Wan Sutong got on the carriage and handed the money bag around her waist to the system. She nodded as she looked at the more than 140,000 points. She was very excited. "Give me some watermelon seeds. What is gossip? Quick! I can't wait." A palm-sized burlap bag appeared next to Wan Sutong. Inside was raw watermelon seeds! Wan Sutong's eyes widened and she almost cursed. Then she complained in her heart, "You can eat the melon pulp! Watermelon seeds are just watermelon seeds! At least you fried them!"

The system chuckled and said, "I didn't eat it. I made a mistake. I will replace it with sunflower seeds for you immediately. One point is worth one hundred sunflower seeds. If you want to get five points back, I will give you five watermelon seeds."

Wan Sutong quickly added, "It needs to be fried! I'll give you 50 first and save the rest for you."

"Okay, I'll give you a sack to hold the melon seed shells as an apology." Wan Sutong grinned and teased in her heart, "You sound like a customer service representative." The system just laughed and didn't refute

At this time, two small burlap bags appeared beside Wan Sutong, one filled with melon seeds and the other empty. Then a screen appeared in front of her eyes, showing a team of ten soldiers patrolling the barracks separately. Each soldier had a name on his head. The leader was named Zhou Lang, followed by Cheng Yuangang, Qi Jichang, Zhou Zhangyi, Zhang Zhongyi, Zhao Zecheng, Luo Dingyuan, Huang Tizhong, and Zhang Cheng.

Soon ten people gathered together and squatted on the ground in a circle. "Brother Qi, I'm a little curious about your name. Can you tell me?" At this time, Zhao Jinghua walked out of the tent, looked over here for a while, and walked behind them without saying a word.

Qi Jichang looked a little embarrassed. "My father said that he hoped I could become a general like him. Since I am his eldest son, he gave me this name. Now I am not even a centurion. I am really afraid that my father will scold me when he goes back."

Zhou Lang patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, the general knows talent, you will definitely be reused." After saying that, Zhou Lang looked at Huang Tizhong and said, "Brother Huang, what about you?"