Chapter 8

Xiao Wenhou looked at him in surprise and handed over the blue stone

Xiao Wenhou halted his hand

Xiao Wenhou casually grabbed a piece of green stone nearby, and with a swift motion at his waist, a small knife appeared in his hand

But his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he shouted, "Wait a moment!"

Xiao Wenhou felt a surge of shock in his heart

Shi Qingquan was furious: "Alright, I will confront them!"

But someone shouted in the dark: "Let him come over!"

Shi Qingquan steadied himself and said, "Let me finish the remaining carving."

Xiao Wenhou faced the scorching gaze of Shi Qingquan, as intense as magma, while Ji Yaohua's bright and spring-like visage swept through his mind, leaving him unable to nod or shake his head

Shi Qing and the Book Spring laughed heartily: "If you can understand this point, it is sufficient for our discussion! Please take a seat"

Shi Qingquan looked at Xiao Wenhou and said: "I knew a couple of days ago that you were looking for me. Shitou has already informed me of your intentions. I did not respond earlier because I was too lazy to deal with you lot, and I intentionally wanted to teach you a lesson. However, things are different now. Let me tell you, I do not have that Taihu stone; as for the Qingmiao jade, I have one myself and do not believe there is another genuine Qingmiao jade in the world."

Xiao Wenhou gazed into his eyes for a long time and sighed, "I can see that you are the kind of person who looks down on telling lies about this and books. However, when you say there is no second genuine Qingmiao jade in the world, I believe you are mistaken. I trust that my eyes do not deceive me; the one that the Ji siblings once possessed was indeed the genuine Qingmiao jade"

Shi Qingquan watched with great interest as Xiao Wenhou wielded the knife, causing fragments to fly and the blue stone to gradually deform

Xiao Wenhou charged through the chaotic stone formation, wielding a long spear with deft precision, skillfully deflecting and striking. His strength was controlled to perfection, sufficient to knock the flying stones of various sizes to the ground without allowing them to bounce back.

What comes rushing towards us is no longer stones, but the Ruyi Jingu Bang wielded in the hands of a stone.

Outside a small stone house, there stood a tall, slender man with messy short hair, dressed in brown and barefoot, along with a scholar. Their gazes were intense as they observed him for a long time. The man spoke, saying: "I have long heard of the great name of Young Lord Wen. I originally thought it was merely flattery from the world, but I did not expect that you indeed possess some real skill, managing to come here after sustaining only a slight injury."

They sat down opposite each other, as the mountain wind blew vigorously, stirring one's heart. Looking out, the evening mist enveloped the landscape, evoking a profound sense of vastness.

While speaking, he quickly piled up several large stones beside him, and then placed a few stone slabs on top. In just a moment, a simple yet sturdy and flat small table along with two similarly simple yet sturdy and flat small stools had appeared under his hands

The stone stubbornly withdrew, resentfully retreating to the side.

That is precisely the shape of the green seedling jade that Xiao Wenhou had once seen

The young marquis has rushed close to the mountain peak

Xiao Wenhou spread his hands apart, and the long spear transformed into two short spears, which he carried on his back as he walked over slowly

Xiao Wenhou smiled slightly: "In this world, there is not only Shi Xiong who understands stones. However, although I also know that the shape of each stone and the force applied determine its flight path and duration, I cannot truly control its flight. This is the difference between Shi Xiong and me"

Those stones of various shapes, in the hands of Shi Qingquan, seem to possess a life of their own, exhibiting a remarkable agility and variability, as if they are an extension of Shi Qingquan's strong and robust hands

In the spring, the mountain winds rise, and the evening birds return to their nests, fluttering chaotically around the branches

Shiqingquan's eyes were bright: "Do you believe them?"

In his entire life, he has never experienced such a contradictory state of mind

In just a moment, Shi Qingquan had already completed the carving

The boy named Shitou stood silently behind his master

Choosing to live in a place like Shiqingquan must indicate that one is a broad-minded person with a unique vision

Young Lord Wen furrowed his brow: "But the Ji siblings told me that the jade is a family heirloom of theirs"

Shi Qingquan put away the small knife and said, "This jade is shaped like a palm, hence it is named 'Cactus'. I originally intended to keep it in Wushan. In my catalog of treasures, I have ranked it as the foremost among divine artifacts"