My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 268 Oh, the iron tree has blossomed

Zhao Jinghua forced a smile and turned his head away, then coughed lightly, "Madam, you don't know that in order to ascend to heaven as soon as possible, the cultivators in the semi-god stage will choose to fast, so the Qinggu Sect does not provide meals."

Wan Sutong shook her head in disapproval after hearing this. "Isn't the purpose of life to eat? What's the point of living without eating?"

Zhao Jinghua couldn't help but recall the past when he heard this. After a moment, he laughed at himself and said, "Madam is right." Then Zhao Jinghua slowly stood up and walked to the round table not far away and poured a cup of hot tea for Wan Sutong.

"Madam, please eat some cakes to fill your stomach first. I will go and make some food for you."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong looked at Zhao Jinghua with a smile and said, "Great! I'll bring it back to my brother and my bestie to let them taste your cooking skills. It just so happens that they haven't eaten yet."

Zhao Jinghua handed the teacup to Wan Sutong, then nodded and spoke in a doting tone, "Okay, wait for me here."

At this point, he took off the crescent jade pendant from his waist and hung it on Wan Sutong's waist. "Don't be afraid if someone comes." Zhao Jinghua turned around and left.

Who would have thought that a wonderful idea suddenly popped up in Wan Sutong's mind at this moment, "What if he is not Jinghua and poisons me?" Thinking of this, she put the teacup aside and grabbed Zhao Jinghua's sleeve, "I'll go to the kitchen with you."

As soon as these words came out, 0533 rolled over on the couch, holding his stomach and laughing. "Hey host, you are making me laugh to death. If he really wasn't your husband, you would have been poisoned to death when you ate the cake just now."

Zhao Jinghua also laughed out loud, and at the same time raised his hand to take off the mask. At this moment, his eyebrows and eyes were full of helpless smiles. "How could it not be? Madam, since you are so doubtful, why don't you run away? Instead, you want to stare at me?"

Wan Sutong stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. "Isn't this a little bit of caution, but not much..." Then she pushed Zhao Jinghua's back and walked forward. "Go, go, I'm hungry."

Zhao Jinghua laughed out loud after hearing this, then put the mask back on his face and left through the back door.

Wan Sutong began to look around Zhao Jinghua's residence. It was very spacious and brightly lit by candlelight, but there were not many furnishings. She sat on the couch with bookshelves on both sides. The left bookshelf was filled with bamboo slips of uniform size, while the right bookshelf was filled with a few scattered ancient books strung together with thread.

Wan Sutong picked up one of the bamboo slips with some curiosity. After opening it, the oracle bone inscription on it made Wan Sutong instantly confused. "System, this is oracle bone inscription?"

0533 looked over curiously and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, this bamboo slip records the techniques and strength of forging hidden weapons." At this point, 0533 scanned the bookshelves on both sides. "The bamboo slips on the left record how to forge weapons, and the books on the right are drawings of various cold weapons. It seems that your husband has been learning how to forge weapons."

Wan Sutong nodded and put the bamboo slips back to their original place. He looked sideways and saw a rosewood screen in front of him. He walked in with curiosity and saw a painting of a back figure hanging on the wall behind the screen.

0533 Seeing this, he quickly came to the portrait but almost knocked over the lotus candlestick that had fallen to the side. Fortunately, Wan Sutong stepped forward and quickly straightened the candlestick.

The person in the painting was wearing a dark green cloak and had half-tied hair. It was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. At this moment, he was facing the woods not far away. There were grain bags stacked up beside him, and a gingerbread man-shaped cloud was sitting on his shoulder. It seemed that the person in the painting was Wan Sutong and 0533.

0533 pointed at himself in the portrait excitedly and said, "Although it's just a back view, this system also has a portrait."

Wan Sutong laughed mockingly after hearing this, and then poked 0533's head with her finger, "Are you sure he didn't draw your front?"

0533 could not refute after hearing this, "But your husband drew your back, he couldn't have drawn the front of this system, right?"

"Haha, does it make any difference that you don't have any facial features?" Wan Sutong said as she sat sideways on the armchair in front of the portrait, then laid down on the rosewood desk in front of her. "Oh, I'm so hungry and bored."

0533 Upon hearing this, he hurried to Wan Sutong's ear, not missing any opportunity to earn points. "This system has all kinds of fruits. Host, do you want some?"

But when 0533 was waiting for Wan Sutong's nod with joy, he saw Wan Sutong shaking his head. "How can I enjoy Jinghua's cooking when I'm full?" After saying that, he cheered up again and stood up and walked out from behind the screen.

At the end of the room was a rosewood bed with many small silver bells hanging from the edge of the black bed curtain. Wan Sutong walked quickly around the round table with the teapot on it, like a kitten seeing the bells. Just as she was about to squat down to touch the bell, the back door of the hall slowly opened.

When Wan Sutong heard the noise, she thought it was Zhao Jinghua coming back, and immediately looked over with shining eyes.

Unexpectedly, an old man in green came in. There were two crescent jade pendants hanging on his waist. There was a strand of white hair in his black hair. His hair was combed meticulously. He looked ferocious, but when he spoke, his slightly old voice was full of smiles and kindness. "Ji family boy, I have a new short sword, but you also know that I am used to using a two-handed sword. Can you forge me a similar one?"

The old man closed the door as he spoke. As he turned around, his eyes met with Wan Sutong's. The next moment, his eyes were fixed on the crescent jade pendant hanging around Wan Sutong's waist.

Seeing the old man staring at her, Wan Sutong felt guilty for some reason.

The old man glanced at the tightly closed bed curtains, perhaps misunderstanding something, and immediately smiled and clasped his hands together, saying "Sorry, I'll come again tomorrow." He turned around and left, still muttering, "Oh, the iron tree has blossomed."

When Wan Sutong heard this, she immediately realized that the old man had misunderstood, and hurriedly called out to the old man in shock, "You misunderstood! I was just looking around, he went out." But after hearing this, the old man closed the door even faster, obviously thinking that explanation was a cover-up.

Seeing this, Wan Sutong raised her hand to her forehead and said helplessly, "It's over, it's a big misunderstanding."

Unexpectedly, 0533 let out a long sigh of relief at this time. "Host, it's a misunderstanding, it's a good thing that he didn't draw his sword. Otherwise, host, you may not be able to beat him. This system is so scared that it dares not speak."

Wan Sutong groaned in embarrassment, "Is this old man really that powerful?"

0533 nodded repeatedly and introduced Wan Sutong, "This old man is called Bai Moyan, the head of the Discipline Hall of Qiyue Pavilion. People in the martial arts world call him Bai Hall Master. His cultivation level is in the True Realm and he is twenty years older than Yuwen Songyue."

Wan Sutong nodded as if she understood. "How old is Yuwen Songyue? What does the Discipline Hall do?"

0533 answered while searching for information, "Yuwen Songyue is years old. The Discipline Hall is the place in charge of punishment. If a secret guard makes a mistake, he will be sent there. However, under the management of your husband and Yuwen Songyue, the secret guards of Qiyue Pavilion rarely make mistakes. Even if they do, they are minor mistakes. Therefore, the head of the Discipline Hall is now a sinecure for retirement. It only serves as a deterrent, but it is also indispensable."

Wan Sutong suddenly realized, "He's already 68, no wonder his hair is all gray, he really deserves to be the head of the Discipline Hall, he just stood there and scared me so much that I wanted to run away." After saying that, he slowly walked back to the couch and sat down