Wei Qinglong's second year.

Zhuge Liang, Prime Minister of Shu, led an army of 100,000 troops out of Xiegu, crossed the Qinling Mountains, and marched towards Weinan. Sima Yi, the commander-in-chief of Wei, formed a formation with his back on the Wei River. He stood firm and refused to fight, refusing to fight, and held a stalemate with the Shu army for a hundred days.

A huge meteor streaked across the night sky, and the stars in the sky suddenly lost their luster.

In a moment, a meteor fell to the southeast of Wuzhangyuan.

"Kong Ming is gone!" Sima Yi climbed up and looked south, his words were filled with infinite melancholy, "Kong Ming was cautious all his life, taking every step, playing steadily, unwilling to take risks, ambitious but unaware of opportunities, more strategist than decisive, advancing in a mere state.

Can we conquer the Central Plains without defeat?"

Behind him were a group of bodyguards, all athletes from Guanzhong, wearing armor and carrying swords, and three environmental guards, a father and his son.

"Now that Kong Ming is dead, who else in the world is the enemy of my father and son?" The speaker was Sima Shi, whose courtesy name is Ziyuan. He has a majestic appearance and extraordinary appearance. Today he is wearing armor and looks full of heroism, but there is always a three-pointed look between his eyebrows.

The air of sinister birds of prey.

"Presumptuous!" Sima Yi scolded.

The sound is not loud, but it contains decades of accumulated prestige, and once it erupts, it will scare people's hearts.

Sima Zhao's knees immediately weakened and he knelt on the ground, "Father, forgive me, forgive me."

Sima Shi slightly cupped his hands and said, "I made a mistake."

Sima Yi glanced at the guards behind him.

The guards spontaneously took more than twenty steps back until they could no longer hear the conversation between the father and son.

"Since the Yellow Turban, there have been countless heroes in the world, so what's the point now? In the past, when Emperor Wu swept across the world, there was also the disaster of Chibi. Liu Bei was old in the military, but he still suffered the defeat of Xiaoting. As a father, he was able to get to where he is today, all because of his forbearance and caution.

Don't forget that your majesty is a wise and powerful man, and he has the concubines of the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty. If we, father and son, are not careful, we will be dead and our nation will be destroyed." Sima Yi rarely said so many words. Seeing his old enemy pass away tonight, he felt something in his heart for a moment.

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When they heard their father comparing himself to Cao Cao and Liu Bei, both of them were shocked.

Sima Zhao's body shook a few times.

Master Sima's eyes were filled with sparkle, and he couldn't help but laugh after hearing the judgment of "the couple of Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han".

This forbearing and suppressed laughter resembled an owl in the night.

In his early years, Sima Shi was as famous as Xia Houxuan and He Yan. He made friends with famous people and became famous in Luoyang. However, he was involved in a flashy case during the Taihe period and was never able to become an official. Therefore, he disapproved of the current Wei Emperor Cao Rui.

"Your Majesty doesn't like our pomp and display, but he himself is building a large-scale construction project, managing Xuchang Palace, building Jingfu and Chengguang Palace, recruiting women from the people, raising male favorites, and being extravagant and licentious. This is definitely not a long-term phenomenon. All the Xiahou princes of the Cao family are like this.

You are a mediocre person who cannot rule a country with letters and control a country with force. Sooner or later he will become someone else's prey!" Master Sima's face was covered with a layer of red that even the darkness of night could not cover.

Cao Zhen, the general of the clan, died three years ago. His son Cao Shuang inherited the title, went to and from the palace, made good friends with Emperor Wei, and enjoyed great favor.

Master Sima carefully glanced at his father and suddenly said loudly: "From this point of view, the destiny of my Sima family belongs to me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderbolt striking the spot.

Sima Zhao was stunned, "Brother, brother..."

"Shut up!" Sima Yi's whole body was shaking, and he didn't know whether it was anger or excitement.

Master Sima didn't stop talking, "If you don't take what God has given you, you will be blamed for it. If we don't take it, others will take it. I beg you, father, to think deeply!"

Sima Yi made a "clang" sound and pulled out the long sword from his waist. In the night, a green light flowed from the sword body, as if it was about to penetrate people's hearts. "How dare you talk nonsense about destiny?"

There was no trace of anger or even a trace of emotion in his words.

But the more this happens, the more murderous and solemn it appears.

Sima Master's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and father and son were connected. No one in the world understood Sima Yi better than him.

And no one in the world knows him better than Sima Yi.

Raising the long sword, Master Sima's pupils dilated, and all the blood in his body seemed to have solidified. His body was trembling and unable to move.

However, the long sword was not cut down after all.

It's impossible to cut it off.

Instead, it was put back into the sheath with a "clang" sound.

"The name of this sword is Feijing. It was given by the late emperor himself. Sima was so favored by the late emperor, how could he be a disloyal and unjust person? I, Sima Yi, am determined to assist the Wei Dynasty in my life and am loyal. Don't ever do this again.

Those are treacherous words, otherwise there is no need to blame military law for being ruthless!" Sima Yi said these words coldly, suddenly stuck the Feijing Sword in the loess, and went back to the camp.

The two of them were left looking at each other in the night wind.

"My father has carried this sword for twenty years and has never used it. Today I tried it, and the edge is still so powerful." Sima Zhao was still frightened.

Master Sima's eyes lit up and he suddenly laughed.

Sima Zhao didn't know why, "Brother, why are you laughing?"

"A divine sword hides its edge in its scabbard, and a gentleman hides his weapon in his body, all ready to be used when the time comes!"

"Hide?" Sima Zhao's eyes gradually brightened.

That year, Sima Yi was fifty-five, Sima Shi was twenty-six, and Sima Zhao was twenty-three.

Just five years later, in the third year of Jingchu, Wei Emperor Cao Rui ran out of oil and gas. The original ministers to be entrusted to Guogu were Cao Yu, King of Yan, the leading general Xia Houxian, the military guard general Cao Shuang, the garrison captain Cao Zhao, and the heroic cavalry general Qin Lang.

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But within one day, Cao Rui suddenly issued an edict to remove Cao Yu from the position of general. He suddenly summoned Sima Yi, who had just pacified Liaodong, back to Luoyang, introduced him to Jiafu Hall, held his hand and said: "I am very ill, from now on

The matter belongs to you, you and your son Shuangfu. I can see you and have no hatred at all!"

Sima Yi suddenly shook his head and burst into tears, sobbing and unable to speak.

On that day, Emperor Wei died at the age of thirty-six.

Sangui Chou was buried in Gaoping Mausoleum.

Sima Yi was appointed as a minister, responsible for maintaining integrity, supervising all the Chinese and foreign armies, recording ministerial affairs, and assisting the young leader Cao Fang with the general Cao Shuang.

However, the trees want to be still but the wind never stops.

The general trend of the world is that if it is divided for a long time, it will be reunited and it will be divided for a long time. The troubled times since the Yellow Turban in the late Han Dynasty will soon enter the last forty years.
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