Sima Zhengyang walked towards the study of Sima Mansion with his hands behind his back, followed by six maids, walking like the wind and looking radiant, while Sima Mo followed behind him, humming a little song, looking like a hanger. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Everyone walked for more than five minutes, turning around in the huge Sima Mansion, and finally came to a place that was not much smaller than the lobby, which was the study of the Sima Mansion. In fact, it is said that it is a study, it is better to call it a study, because it is more than a star and a half larger than other people's study, it is divided into three floors, the first floor is placed with some antique furniture, most of them are some tables, chairs, benches and incense burners, and the table is full of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. On the second floor, there are rows of bookshelves, on which all kinds of poems and songs of historical masters are collected. The third floor is to display some paintings, which are also the works of famous teachers in previous dynasties, some of the most precious works are hung on the wall, and some special subordinates are responsible for cleaning up here every day. It can be seen that the Sima family is a scholarly family.

In the center of this third floor, there is a small round low ground, in the center of the low ground there is a superb yellow rosewood table, the table is carved with dragons and phoenixes, in the center of this table, there is a single-sided twenty-inch crystal cover, in the cover there is a light blue book, this book and the surrounding famous paintings, books, formed a sharp contrast, if someone sees it will definitely feel strange, such a shabby book, why has such a luxurious treatment? This problem is also the problem that has always plagued Sima Mo, he saw the book when he was a child, with the words "Danqing Book" written on it, and wanted to take it down many times, but the crystal cover that protected the book could not be opened, so he begged his father, the more he couldn't get it, the more he wanted to get it, however, to his surprise, his father, who had always been fond of him, asked for something, and there was no room for negotiation in this matter, no matter how coquettish Sima Mo was, angry, Even when he was forced on a hunger strike, his father was unmoved. So Sima Mo had no choice but to give up, but every time he came to the book, he would think about the book.

Just thinking about it, everyone had already entered the study building, only to see a gray-robed Taoist priest standing with his back to everyone in the center of the first floor with a flick in his hand, heard the footsteps, slowly turned around, looked at Sima Zhengyang and the others with a long gray beard and bowed down and smiled: "Master Sima is polite, Poor Dao is really eye-opening today, Sima Mansion really lives up to its name, it is really magnificent, admire, admire!"

"Haha! Wang Daochang said and laughed, just a few families, it would be good not to make Wang Daochang feel shabby, come to Daochang, please sit down and watch tea. ”

As soon as Sima Zhengyang finished speaking, three maids came in outside, each holding a tea tray in his hand, and each of them placed a teacup with a yellow dragon pattern on a white background. Sima and his son and Wang Daochang took their seats one after another, and after Wang Daochang sat down, he looked at Sima Mo and smiled while brushing his beard.

"Oh Wang Daochang, I forgot to introduce it, this is my dog, Sima Mo, Mo'er, hurry up and see Wang Daochang. ”

"Sima Mo has seen Wang Daochang, I have heard my father mention you earlier, and you are a guest today, which really makes me feel that my Sima Mansion is full of brilliance, shrouded in fairy energy!" Sima Mo smiled and clasped his fists with both hands, and bowed slightly to Wang Daochang. In fact, he had never heard of Wang Daochang, but he was still very polite.

"Hahahaha! Childe has said it, it's just a poor road, why worry about it. But you, Childe, aren't you the chivalrous warrior who has been called the 'Deadly Scholar' on the rivers and lakes recently?"

"It's Xiaosheng. “

"Oh? It's really a hero, the son is a talent, and he has been known by the people in the rivers and lakes at a young age, which is really not simple. I don't know if Childe can have a discussion with Poor Dao? Poor Dao doesn't attack, only resists, and understands Childe's name. Wang Daochang looked at Sima Mo with a smile and asked.

Sima Mo didn't say anything, but Sima Zhengyang next to him was anxious, and said in his heart that this was bad, Xiao'er's "life-killing scholar" name was originally to let him not be bullied outside, and he spent money to find someone to spread it.

Sima Zhengyang just wanted to open his mouth and politely refused, but Sima Mo spoke first, "Xiaosheng, please ask the Taoist master for advice. “

Immediately, Sima Mo and Wang Daochang walked out of the study building, stood in the open space in front of the study building, stood opposite each other, Sima Zhengyang saw this situation, sighed, and also walked over.

"Childe, please make a move, the poor road will only resist and will not attack you. Wang Daochang looked at Sima Mo and said with a smile.

"Dao Chief, offended!" Sima Mo nodded, and a servant brought him a brush with the thickness of an arm, Sima Mo held it in his hand and hung it in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes.

After two or three minutes, Sima Mo still didn't move at all, Sima Zhengyang and Wang Daochang looked at him in surprise, thinking that this kid wouldn't fall asleep, right? At this moment, Sima Mo suddenly shouted "Ah!", and then opened his eyes. This move frightened Sima Zhengyang and Wang Daochang, originally, the surroundings were quiet, everyone was staring at Sima Mo, and suddenly he roared, and anyone could be startled.

I saw a faint white light emitting from Sima Mo's body at this time, and when Wang Daochang saw it, he immediately launched his true qi to resist the attack that was coming. The next moment, Sima Mo took the brush and threw it at Wang Daochang, and the ink flew out, making Wang Daochang his body.

"This..."

Sima Zhengyang and Wang Daochang looked at Sima Mo, they didn't know what this boy was doing, and they were stunned. Sima Zhengyang's weapon is also a brush, he knows that the attack with the pen as a weapon will not spill out the ink, it can only be true anger, this ink flies out, it means that it is not an attack, it is completely a manifestation of the child's anger when he splashes ink on others when he is angry.

Sima Mo was also in a daze, and immediately said: "Ahh Wang Daochang, don't get me wrong, I'll give you a new dress in a while, haha, haha..."

Wang Daochang was wondering what kind of attack method this was? Could it be that there was poison in the ink? As a result, when he heard Sima Mo's words, he shook his head helplessly.

Sima Mo coughed, straightened his body, and said to Wang Daochang: "Dao Chief, this time it's really back, be careful!." “

After speaking, there was a faint white light, and he raised the brush again and closed his eyes. Wang Daochang was about to go back to the study building, he felt that Sima Mo was a rich boy with no martial arts, but when he heard that Sima Mo was coming again, he couldn't stand there and walk, and he didn't go, so he was embarrassed.

But this time, Wang Daochang found something different. At this time, Sima Mo did not shout to scare people, but directly opened his eyes, one hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and the white light on the pen gradually became vigorous, so he immediately lifted his true qi to protect his body. I saw that the next moment, Sima Mo's right hand trembled and wrote a very ugly "one" in mid-air, and then with a big stroke of the pen, the word "one" flew towards the Taoist chief, hitting the true qi of the Taoist chief's body, but nothing happened, Wang Daochang was taking it seriously, but he found that it was not painful or itchy, and he immediately frowned, thinking in his heart, what is this boy brother doing? This kind of attack can't even be won by a three-year-old child, forget it, let's take a look at it first, maybe this is just a kind of politeness of others, and if you don't use force at first, maybe it's okay.

In the next nine minutes, every minute Sima Mo trembled and wrote a number, from two to ten, and every time he wrote a word, he waved the brush in his hand to let the word fly to the Taoist chief, until all ten words were typed, but nothing happened. Now the Taoist chief is clear in his heart, it turns out that it is really the same as he thought, this is just a boy who does not learn and has no skills, I don't know where I learned such a method of condensing the true qi in the air, I feel that I am a person from the rivers and lakes, but I can't say it, after all, I want to give Sima Zhengyang a little face, so I put away my true qi, waved the whisk in my hand casually, and walked over Sima Zhengyang with a smile.

Sima Zhengyang is trying to find a crack to get into at the moment, he also knows how to do martial arts, although he may not be able to defeat this Wang Daochang, but it will not make the body's body protection true qi not damaged at all, it seems that Wang Daochang has laughed to death in his heart and the son who is not angry.

"Sima Shizhu really has no dog son, although Poor Dao didn't use much effort, but it was also an eye-opener, it was already very good for the son to be able to make such an attack at a young age. Wang Daochang looked at Sima Zhengyang and smiled, and said.

"Hehe, that... Wang Daochang said and laughed, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Xiao'er was purely messing around, and he even soiled the Taoist chief's uniform, and hoped that the Taoist chief would forgive him. “

"Haha, out of the way, let's go in and talk about it. “

"Okay! Sima Zhengyang bowed and gestured, made way for Wang Daochang to return to the study building, turned around, stretched out his hand and pointed angrily at Sima Mo who was smiling proudly on the side, and then sighed and followed into the book.

"Huh, what did my father mean I did? Master, I was so chic just now, if you don't praise me, forget it, you even point at me!" Then he pouted and walked towards the study building.

Sima Mo walked into the study building and sat down, listening to his father and Wang Daochang already chatting, so he listened while drinking tea.

"I don't know what happened to Master Sima Shi looking for a poor way to come to the mansion today?" said Wang Daochang.

"It's nothing, just find the Taoist to talk casually, and by the way, repay the last Taoist for saving his life. “

When Sima Mo heard this, he had never seen or heard of it, but he didn't expect to save his father's life, so he must listen carefully to what was going on....