A little anxious in his heart, Jia Ping kept rubbing the wrench on his thumb, and suddenly smiled and shook his head slightly.

Ye Dingshan was a little worried and asked him what was wrong, to which Jia Ping shook his head.

Unexpectedly, the owner of his own dignified materialized heavenly treasure, the leader of the entire Linhai jade rough stone world, was actually broken by a teenager here, and he was a little annoyed.

Jia Ping shook his head, planning to give up asking for help here in the night wind, and instead go to other places to seek masters, but if he couldn't do it, he could break the jar and break it.

It's just that Jia Ping always has a mustard in his heart, he had no problem with this rough stone appraisal meeting, but among the three appraisers who have followed him for more than ten years, they all died in a car accident.

Helpless, Jia Ping said goodbye, got up and walked towards the door.

Ye Dingshan saw that he wanted to stay, but he didn't know what reason to use, so he could only watch him leave.

Outside the door, Jia Ping glanced at the top of the cloud top, boarded the car and prepared to leave, when Jingxin suddenly came out of the villa.

The girl smiled and said coquettishly: "Mr. Jia, the master is upstairs, please." ”

Jingxin's voice is crisp, like a lark. Jia Ping was stunned after hearing this, and then was pleasantly surprised.

Unexpectedly, there was a turning point in this matter, and the night breeze suddenly changed his mind.

At that moment, Jia Ping's face showed a different color, and he couldn't help but be happy, the wrinkles on his face continued to fluctuate, and his eyes widened slightly, turning into a smile.

Jia Ping couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, patted the non-existent dust on his sleeve, and said loudly: "Then please ask the girl to lead the way." ”

Jingxin pursed her lips and smiled, she didn't know what Jia Ping was about, but from the change in Jia Ping's expression, it could be seen that he was not calm in his heart.

Jia Ping followed behind Jingxin and went upstairs under Ye Dingshan's incomprehensible gaze.

Upstairs there is also a living room, where the night breeze sits on the leather sofa, quietly rubbing the utensils in his hands, his face slightly condensed.

In his hand is a statue of Pixiu carved from jade.

Pixiu jade statue body is smooth, the color is crystal clear, the master of the Pixiu pondering points by hand, the root and body hair are clearly visible, the tiger's mouth between the opening and closing of the spirit is extraordinary, lifelike, the night breeze plays in the hands of the faint cultivation of the inch in.

When Jia Ping came in, he saw that the night breeze was bowing his head and concentrating on studying the Pixiu statue, and he was relieved at the moment, and sighed secretly, sure enough, if the gift is good, the matter is half done.

Jia Ping came in, he didn't dare to sit, and the night breeze didn't say anything polite to him, and said straight to the point: "Where did this come from?"

The night wind shook the Pixiu statue in his hand.

"This?" Jia Ping smiled and continued: "This is Pixiu, but I asked a domestic master to customize it for you, Mr. Ye, but it cost a lot of money." ”

Jia Ping complimented the night breeze again.

Yefeng frowned slightly, looked at Jia Ping and said, "You may be mistaken, what I am talking about is where this jade material comes from." ”

Seeing that Ye Feng's face was a little unsightly, Jia Ping became nervous again, and hurriedly explained: "Jia is stupid, this jade material comes from my Materialized Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. ”

"Your pavilion still sells jade materials?" Nightwind was puzzled and tilted her head to look at him.

Jia Ping nodded at this, and Jing Xin asked Jia Ping to sit down.

Jia Ping sat opposite Ye Feng, Ye Feng propped one hand on the side of his head, and asked, "How much of this jade material do you have in your pavilion?" ”

"This kind of ...... I'm not sure about Jia. Jia Ping replied, seeing that Yefeng's brows were furrowed again, and he hurriedly explained:

"Mr. Night, don't get me wrong, it's not that Jia deceived Mr. Ye, but what we do in the museum is a rough stone business, and I'm not sure about the quality of the jade in the rough stone, if you need it, Mr. Ye, I can help you get a batch of this jade material." ”

Jia Ping hurriedly explained, Night Wind smiled at this, it turned out that this guy would still be wrong.

What Night Wind wants is not jade, but spirit stones.

At this time, the Pixiu statue in the hand of the night wind, its jade material is a spirit stone formed after the condensation of the nine-grade spiritual vein, the grade is in the ninth grade, although it is not very high, it is no longer at the same level as ordinary jade, but Jia Ping mistakenly thinks that what the night wind wants is this kind of jade jade.

Ignoring Jia Ping's anxious gaze, the night breeze looked at the Pixiu statue in his hand over and over again, feeling a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Originally, Night Wind was no longer hopeful for the rapid advancement of the realm, and in the current environment of heaven and earth like the earth, Night Wind had a secret method of supernatural powers, but he could only cultivate honestly and absorb some insignificant aura.

If he didn't cast some terrifying secret methods, Night Wind was even a little unsure if he could enter the cultivation realm within a hundred years, but he could cast secret methods and wash hundreds of millions of living beings in blood, which was not the bottom line of Night Wind.

In the realm, Night Wind was still a little overwhelmed, but now, this spirit stone made Night Wind see some hope.

On Earth, there may still be spiritual veins that have not been exhausted!

The spirit stone is the best proof, the night wind can clearly perceive, this spirit stone is not formed after the spiritual vein is exhausted under natural conditions, but someone unconsciously dug up the spiritual vein!

Thinking of this, Night Breeze sighed slightly.

On this star, after the will of the stars declined, the original few spiritual veins have been exploited by cultivators for thousands of years, and in the last few hundred years, even the cultivation does not exist, and has evolved into martial arts, and the spiritual veins are even mined and destroyed as various minerals.

After thinking of a lot, Yefeng looked at Jia Ping again: "How many rough stones are in the same batch as this Pixiu jade?"

"How many?" Jia Ping was asked, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I'm not sure about this Jia, the rough stones are all shipped from major rough mines in bits and pieces, and some are purchased from local farmers." ”

After saying it in one breath, Jia Ping looked at the night wind in confusion.

Hearing this, Night Breeze felt a little helpless.

Originally, he wanted to know where the origin of this rough stone was, so he bought it directly, and then went over to see if it was a real spiritual vein, but according to the current opening, there was not much hope.

After thinking about it in his heart, Night Wind waved his hand: "You go first, just notify me when the evaluation begins, and the matter will naturally be solved for you." ”

When Jia Ping heard this, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Then Jia Mou thank you Mr. Ye, if Mr. Ye has any instructions to put forward, but I will not refuse." ”

For Jia Ping's gratitude, the night wind could not be denied, and pointed to the Pixiu statue: "Give me all the strength to find out where this jade rough stone came from." ”

Jia Ping thanked him repeatedly, and then was sent out by Jing Xin.

After sending Jia Ping out, Jingxin turned back, and the person who came with Jingxin at this time was Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu entered the hall and threw his schoolbag over in a huff.

Night Breeze took it and looked at her with a surprised expression.

Ye Qingyu's eyes widened, he was about to say something, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say.

Are diplomas and grades important for a grandmaster?

It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter.

In fact, the cultural level of many grandmasters in this life is only limited to elementary school.

It is enough for them to be literate, and they don't need to deal with those high-level elites and social leaders.

For these people are only serving them, just by their faces.

Speechless for a while, Night Wind threw the schoolbag to Ye Qingyu again: "Study hard, don't focus on martial arts and ignore learning." ”

Nightwind spoke earnestly, and that was his truth.

But Ye Qingyu didn't think so, and glanced at his mouth: "Hmph, it's not just you, you left without even writing." ”

After Ye Qingyu finished speaking, he went back to the room angrily, and the night breeze smiled when he saw Ye Qingyu's slender back.