"That's right. Don't worry about the commander. Brother Wang Meng has to take good care of the third son and the young lady. Hurry up, or the commander will get angry, and the brothers will collectively beat you with army sticks..." Everyone booed. It was only then that Yiyi scattered on both sides, inadvertently, there were already two neat rows, watching Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan slowly pass between them, in his eyes, he was full of great relief like looking at his nephew...
Jun Moxie said hello all the way, until he walked a long way, when he turned around, he still saw that nearly a hundred big men were still looking at his back, without moving... It was like looking at the person they most respected and admired back then... the white clothes Jun Moxie... Jun Moxie felt sore again, took a deep breath, trying to contain some emotions, but his nose was sore, tears almost fell down...
Wang Meng followed him with a happy face, as if he had made some great achievements. Along the way, he introduced every plant and tree to Jun Moxie, and the scar on his face seemed to be trembling with joy...
"Third son, look here; when the commander-in-chief led the army to Tianguanling, he got off his horse for the first time. This is the place. There are still a few stones here. At that time, the commander-in-chief was standing on the biggest stone, looking back The brothers' team came majesticly. At that time, I was just a small captain of the commander-in-chief's guard team. I happened to follow the commander-in-chief, and I could see clearly. I still remember that the commander-in-chief said something at that time, He said, 'This is a good place to camp.'"
When Wang Meng said the last sentence, his voice suddenly became calm, as if he was imitating the tone of Shen Xiong who Jun Wuhui spoke back then, and the expression on his face suddenly became serious.
Jun Moxie looked at what he said, and saw a big stone there, square and square, with many edges and corners around it, it was a bit smooth... It must be that these guards wiped it every day for the past ten years, so that this piece of ordinary The stone unknowingly completed the polishing process...
"When I came here, the commander-in-chief seemed to be a little preoccupied. On that stone wall over there, the commander-in-chief stood there for a long time, with a sullen face, without saying a word. After a long time, he wrote a poem. Brother They were engraved on the stone wall afterwards..." Wang Meng's eyes turned red, and he said: "I, Wang Meng, am a vulgar person. Although I don't know what the poem means, I always read it every day when I pass by here. "
Jun Moxie slowly stepped up, and came to the stone wall, and saw that there were four lines of iron-painted and silver-hooked characters engraved on it, but the handwriting was exactly the same as the seven characters at the foot of the mountain: "The flames of the beacon are flying, and thousands of horses and thousands of troops are rolling Come;
From now on, the man will not be sorry! "
"It turns out that father...he is already tired of killing..." Jun Moxie watched quietly, and couldn't help but think of Jun Wuhui's story about "men don't mourn" that third uncle Jun Wuwu told him.
When will the swordsman be familiar with the battlefield, from now on the man will not be sorry! These two lines of poems express Jun Wuhui, the military god of this generation, the white-clothed military commander, who deeply hates war in his heart, and expresses his greatest blessings to his brothers and sisters...
The terrain becomes steeper and steeper as we go, and we gradually climb up the mountain. After walking half a mile, the road on the mountainside is even narrower, and at most it can only accommodate four or five people walking side by side. On one side is a knife-cut cliff, straight into the blue sky; on the other side is a low cliff. The white snow under the cliff is as smooth as a mirror, and it looks like a plain...
"There is a big lake below, but it is covered by heavy snow at this time, but it can't be seen right now. If it comes to summer, it will be sparkling and beautiful."
Wang Meng introduced with some pride: "After stationing here for three days, the general came here one day, stared at the lake water for a long time, and used his own sword to carve a few poems on the stone wall over there... "
Jun Moxie has already noticed that on the cliff in front of him, there is another smoother place, on which there are several lines of writing carved with the tip of the sword. The body is not my own, who is the master in the countryside in the dream; why should you unarmed in the rivers and mountains, and take a leisurely boat on the five lakes."
After reading these four-character quatrain poems, it is as if seeing a general in battle robes, looking at the trance of the long lake in front of him with infinite fascination...
He, apparently already planning to retire,
Even, I am looking forward to the plain and happy life after retirement...
Jun Moxie took a long breath of cold air; suddenly a burst of resentment welled up in his heart: "It turns out that my father has long been tired of the battlefield life and power disputes, and has already planned to retire. He will not threaten the imperial power at all, but... Tianxiang Empire I'm still afraid that he will be the master of the game, and the yellow robe will add to his body, and he will not hesitate to lure wolves into the house and destroy himself! Use despicable means to harm him... "
Jun Moxie suddenly felt an inexplicable anger!
"Ahead. It's the marshal's tent!" Wang Meng led Jun Moxie all the way, and even passed seven or eight sentry posts. A group of guard veterans heard that it was the marshal's son who came to worship, and they were all excited endlessly...
Finally on the hillside, here is the real Tianguan Ridge!
What unfolded in front of Jun Moxie's eyes was a mighty and huge military camp! The wind on the mountain was urgent, and Jun Wuhui's handsome flag stood tall and fluttered in the wind. The bright red flag was like a cloud of fire waving in mid-air, and there was a faint aura of fighting wildly and surpassing the world!
Surrounding the tent of the Chinese Army Commander, there are eight barracks in the shape of horns, watching each other, like stars holding the moon, tightly protecting the tent of the Chinese Army Commander; groups of soldiers with bright armor stand upright With a firm body, patrolling back and forth, with a serious and meticulous demeanor. As soon as this team passed by, the other team immediately patrolled over. The eight patrol teams came and went, without even the slightest gap.
At this time, a person stepped out of the handsome tent. Wearing a general's costume, with thick eyebrows and eyes, he is more than seven feet tall and has an unusually burly figure. Wherever he stands, he is like an iron tower standing there. The general stared and said loudly: "Wang Meng! Let you The boy led the troops to clear the snow from the road, but you returned lazily? What should you do?"
Wang Meng was startled, and made a military salute with his feet together, and said loudly: "Report to General Wu. It is the commander's third son and his young wife who came to pay respects to the commander! The subordinates are here to lead, not Deliberately neglecting military affairs."
"The third young master of the commander? Jun Moxie?" That General Wu's complexion suddenly changed, and he looked at Jun Moxie with sharp eyes!
When Jun Moxie was at home, he knew that Wu Yongjun, the number one general of his father's guards, was a brave general. Seeing his majesty at this time, he also admired him in his heart. Just as he was about to go forward to salute, he saw Wu Yong Jun suddenly widened his eyes, and said a little angrily: "Your boy is Jun Moxie? Why did you come here now, you bastard?! In the past few years, what have you been doing, you bastard?"
It turned out to be a reprimand, plus a series of curses, and three titles were changed in a row!
Then, the eyes of Wu Yongjun and other generals of hundreds of battles suddenly turned red. He tried his best to open his eyes and controlled his emotions, lest a little tear would flow down, but his voice still became hoarse, and he scolded: "You This bastard is the only living flesh and blood of the commander in chief, yet he has not come to worship for a whole ten years! Jun Moxie, you, you, you... You bastard, you know... how lonely and how lonely the commander is here alone. Miss you all? You... you... you are unbelievable..." At the end, the voice couldn't help sobbing...
Jun Moxie was dejected, he had no words to respond to the scolding of the person in front of him, Wu Yongjun's voice was very loud, when he shouted, many people came out of the surrounding tents in an endless stream, once he heard that it was the commander When his son came, they all swarmed over, and the scene suddenly became a little chaotic...
"Wu that little bastard, why don't you go in and see your father quickly, and you're still scribbling something here, you bastard!" Wu Yongjun roared like a bolt from the blue, but after the roar, he couldn't help rubbing his hands. rubbed his eyes. When he took it away, his eyes were already red.
There seemed to be something clogged in his throat, he snorted a few times like a bellows, grinned his mouth a few times, and looked like he was about to cry, he suddenly separated from the crowd, covered his face and rushed into a big tent, then There was an extremely depressing sound coming from inside, like the dull sobbing of a bull that was forced under the quilt...
Marshal, that son of yours finally came to see you... I scolded that kid... But he came to see you after all... He looks just like you, so handsome, and he brought a beautiful wife , you must like it after reading it...
Under the repeated urging of everyone, Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan stepped into the handsome tent step by step.
Everyone stood neatly outside the handsome tent, their joyful faces were even more sad, their gratified smiles were full of tears, they silently watched the silent handsome tent, and the space inside the handsome tent was completely complete. Leave it to the two of Jun Moxie...
Then, facing the handsome tent, they knelt down neatly, and everyone whispered in their mouths: "Congratulations, handsome! There is a successor! God bless your family, the successor is not alone!" Their expressions were like that The sincerity seems to have expressed the sixteen-character blessing with all my heart and soul...
When Jun Moxie entered, he immediately felt a shock, a heartfelt shock!
In the handsome tent, it is completely a wartime headquarters with a well-organized military capacity!
There are eight chairs on each side. Behind the chairs, there are bright unsheathed swords hanging respectively. Right in front of them is a desk;
On the table was a memory book, and on the other side, a long sword with a cold light was placed there silently...
On the seat in the middle, there was a man in white clothes and robes, with his body slightly sideways, sitting there, with his right hand on the table, his index finger slightly curled up, as if he was doing a knock on the table, his left hand was slightly raised, halfway With clenched fists in front of his chest, his face is majestic, his eyes are not angry and majestic, and there is a slight wrinkle between his brows, as if he is thinking about something, thinking quietly, with a kind of depressed worry...