"Yes."

Peng Yu didn't think about it, and replied directly.

"Don't think about anything else, just rest well! We'll leave tomorrow. ”

Sima Yi gently patted Peng Yu's shoulder and comforted him.

Sima Yi's figure disappeared into the courtyard, and Peng Yu clutched the letter in his hand tightly.

Sima Yi bypassed the pavilion and walked towards the study.

The candles in the study have been lit, indicating that there is an owner in the study, as if waiting for someone.

Squeak!

The guard in front of the door of the study took the initiative to open the door when he saw Sima Yi coming, and Sima Yi entered the study without any hindrance.

"Dad, I'm back."

Sima Yi looked at Sima Fang, who was struggling to write, and said respectfully.

"Hmm!"

Sima Fang replied lightly, Sima Yi said that he had heard it,

Sima Yi stood quietly aside, and finally mentioned it with Sima Fang's last stroke.

"Zhongda, take a look, how the old man wrote!"

Sima Yi replied softly: "Since my father has a life, Zhong Da will talk nonsense."

Sima Yi walked to the front of the desk and looked at the case covered with rice paper, only to see that there were only eight big characters written on the rice paper.

: The big tool needs to be tempered, and the beautiful jade needs to be carved.

The pen is not as dull as Sima Fang's personality, on the contrary, the handwriting is full of aura.

"My father is good at calligraphy and good words, and Zhongda admires him."

Sima Yi is sincerely respectful, although Sima Fang looks old-fashioned, but his decision is correct every time, otherwise how can there be a future generation of Sima Yi?

"Hmmm! You can say it too. ”

Sima Yi did not postpone it, and after Sima Fang took away the rice paper he wrote on the case, Sima Yi had already laid another one on the case.

Gently dip the brush in the polished fine ink, and write a famous sentence with your face

: The world is prosperous, the people are suffering, the world is dying, and the people are also suffering.

This sentence comes from the later generations, prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.

It's just that Sima Yi thinks that adding a few words will make it more comfortable, and adding these words will not affect the effect of this sentence.

After Sima Yi put away the pen, Sima Fang stepped forward to take a closer look, and suddenly applauded loudly after a few breaths.

"Good! Good! Good! Good words, good sentences, Mr. Zhongda didn't expect you to be so old and mature. ”

Sima Yi humbly waved his hand and said, "Father Miao praised, Zhongda still has a lot to learn."

"My son doesn't need to be modest, the old man can see that your whole person seems to have changed since you suffered from soul loss, but you are getting better and better."

Sima Yi was embarrassed and thought that he could hide it from Sima Fang! Looking at it like this, Sima Fang seems to have known it for a long time.

Before Sima Yi could say anything, Sima Fang then said:

"In that case, the old man should teach you it with confidence."

Sima Yi heard it in a fog, and when Sima Yi was puzzled, he saw Sima Fang gently take out a book on the shelf.

When Sima Yi thought that Sima Fang was going to give him the book, there was a loud noise, and the bookshelves slowly parted to both sides.

Sima Yi didn't expect that there were really things like secret rooms in this study, alas! It seems that there was such a thing in the TV in the previous life in ancient times.

After the bookshelf was separated, there was an ordinary wooden wall, and Sima Fang stepped forward and gently tapped it at a specific position according to the rules.

Click!

After a while, a boxy crack appeared on the wall, and Sima Fang grabbed the wooden board and broke it gently.

Syllable!

The wooden board fell into Sima Fang's hand, Sima Fang handed the wooden board in his hand to Sima Yi preciously, Sima Yi was stunned, looking at the gold and jewelry in the dark grid, didn't he want to give me those gold and silver jewelry! But what's going on?

Sima Fang didn't have any surprise at Sima Yi's expression, obviously he had expected Sima Yi to be like this, and seemed to see his thoughts, he said lightly:

"If you're willing to trade the planks in your hands, you can take everything there."

Sima Yi hugged the plank in his arms tightly, things are often the opposite, there must be demons, he still understands this truth.

Sima Fang saw Sima Yi's performance, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"You break the plank in your hand."

Sima Yi gently weighed the solid wood plank in his hand, heh! Could there be anything else in this? It's not going to be, because the plank doesn't look like there's anything unusual at all.

Sima Yi did as Sima Fang said, lifted the plank and threw it to the ground.

Boom!

Most of the floors in ancient times were made of wooden planks, so Sima Yi did not break the planks this time, only broke a corner.

Sima Fang didn't have any expression, only two words.

"Fall again."

Sima Yi picked up the wooden board and looked at the broken corner of the wooden board, faintly he found a trace of metallic luster in the solid wood.

Forehead... There was really something in this plank, and Sima Yi lifted the plank again and threw it to the ground.

Syllable! Bite!

The wooden board was broken, and there was a jet-black wrench that shimmered with metallic luster on the ground, Sima Yi picked up the jet-black wrench and put it in his hand, looking at Sima Fang.

"Put him on."

Sima Yi cherished the words like gold, and spit out three more words.

Sima Yi did so, put on this quaint wrench, and watched Sima Fang wait for his next step.

"Now the old man will tell you the origin of this wrench, this wrench is handed down by the Lord, the Lord once said that if there is no great talent in the Sima family, don't let this wrench come into existence, because it represents glory and power."

Sima Fang said lightly, but there seemed to be a hint of excitement in his tone.

Sima Yi looked at Sima Fang puzzled, touched the quaint wrench on his left index finger and asked suspiciously:

"Glory? Right? ”

"This wrench represents the position of the head of the Sima family, our Sima family is actually not only our one, there are three branches are our one, as well as your Sima Hui uncle's one, and there is one you should have heard of, Sima Qian, who wrote the historical records, is the person of that branch."

After taking a sip of tea, Sima Fang continued:

"Our branch is a long house, so this wrench finger symbolizing the position of the head of the family has been passed down from generation to generation by us, which is an honor."

Sima Yi was shocked, he didn't expect that this ordinary-looking wrench had such a history.

"What about rights?"

"This wrench can command all the members of the Sima family in the world, not only that, but this wrench can also mobilize all the financial resources of the Sima family in the world, and he also has an unknown secret, that is, you can use this wrench to find the secret guard in the largest underground bank in every county in the world."

"Dark Guard? What is that? ”

Sima Yi's eyes were full of curiosity when he heard this, but he didn't expect this wrench to be so rebellious.

"The Secret Guard is an intelligence agency secretly created by our Sima Family Group, and now it has spread to every state and county in the world."

Sima Yi looked at the wrench in his hand blankly, and suddenly felt that this wrench was simply a "pseudo gold finger", which was so powerful.

"And this, you can take it too! After you get to the old mansion in Hanoi, use him to find the manager of the old mansion, and he will arrange it for you. ”

Sima Fang took out a purple-gold token from his sleeve and handed it to Sima Yi.

After Sima Yi got the wrench, he suddenly felt that this token was not very important.

Sima Fang seemed to see through Sima Yi's careful thoughts again, but he just chuckled and usurped him in Sima Yi's puzzled gaze.

-To be continued