Chapter 208 Tianguanling, Men's Tears!

"Exactly true, in case the general is not in a hurry to spoon Wang Meng, he has to take good care of the third prince and the young lady. Go up quickly. If he is not handsome and angry, the brothers will collectively beat your military stick..." Everyone coaxed. Only then did Yi Yi scattered on both sides. Inadvertently, there were already two neat queues, watching Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan slowly passing through them. In his eyes, "It's all a great relief to look at his nephew...

Jun Moxie greeted him all the way until he went a long way. Looking back, he still saw that nearly a hundred big men were still looking at their backs and did not move... It was like looking at their most respected and worshiped... Military commanders in white...,

Jun Moxie's heart was sour again. He took a deep breath and wanted to contain a certain emotion, but his nose was sore, and tears almost couldn't help dripping...

Wang Meng followed him with a happy face, as if he had made some great achievements. All the way to Jun Moxie, I introduced to every tree of the grass, and the scar on my face seemed to be trembling with joy...

Third son, look here; when the commander-in-chief came to this Tianguanling, the first time he disema was here. There are still a few stones here. At that time, the commander-in-chief stood on the largest stone and looked back at the army of his brothers coming majestically. At that time, I was just a captain of the commander-in-chief's guard team. I happened to follow the commander-in-chief and saw it clearly. I still remember that the commander-in It's a good place to camp.

When Wang Meng said the last sentence, his voice suddenly became calm, as if imitating the tone of Jun's regretless speech, and the expression on his face suddenly became serious.

Jun Moxie followed what he said and saw a big stone there, square and many edges and corners around it, which were a little smooth... Presumably in the past ten years, these guards have wiped it every day, so that this ordinary stone unconsciously completed the polishing process...

"When I came here, the commander seemed to be a little worried. The marshal of the stone wall over there once stood there for a long time, calm and didn't say a word. After a long time, I made a poem. The brothers carved it on the stone wall ▲r one ▲ one by one." Wang Meng said a red in his eyes = "I, Wang Meng, am a rough man. Although I don't know what that poem means, I always read it every day when I pass by here."

Jun Moxie slowly stepped up and came to the stone wall. It was really engraved with four lines of iron and silver hook-like characters, but the handwriting was exactly the same as the seven characters at the foot of the mountain:

"The beacon smoke opens the flag

Thousands of horses are rolling in;

When do you know the swordsmen in the battlefield,

From now on, the man has no condolences!

"It turns out that his father... he has already been tired of killing..." Jun Moxie looked at it quietly and couldn't help thinking of the story that the third uncle didn't mean to tell him that Jun has no regrets.

When do you know the swords and soldiers in the battlefield, from then on - the man is not sorry! These two poems express Jun Wuhui, a generation of military gods, military commanders in white, his heartfelt aversion to war, and his great blessings to his brothers and brothers...

The terrain is getting steeper and steeper, and it gradually steps up the way to climb the mountain. Half a mile out of the road, the road on the mountainside is narrower, and it can only accommodate four or five people to walk side by side at most. On one side is a knife-like cliff, straight into the blue sky; on the other side is a low cliff. The snow under the cliff is as smooth as a mirror, and it looks like a plain... It's covered, but I can't see it at the moment. If you go to summer, it will be shining and beautiful.

Wang Meng introduced proudly: "After stationing here for three days, one day the general came here and looked at the lake for a long time. With his own sword, he carved a few poems on the Dingshi wall over there..."

Jun Mo Xie has already noticed that on the cliff in front of him, there is another smoother place, with several lines of handwriting engraved with the tip of the sword. The font is round and full, and it naturally has a magnificent taste: "I hate that this body is not mine, who is the master of the countryside in the dream? Why should I solve the The lake."

After reading these four-word poems, it is as if he saw a hundred-war general in a robe, looking at the scene of the leisurely lake in front of him... He is obviously planning to retire, and even looking forward to a plain and happy life after retirement...

Jun Moxie took a long breath of cold air; suddenly a burst of indignation surged into his mind: "It turned out that my father had long been tired of his battlefield career, disputes over power, and he had a plan to retire, so he would not threaten the imperial power at all, but... Tianxiang Empire was still afraid that he would shock the master Liang! Harm him by despicable means... Jun Moxie suddenly felt an inexplicable anger!

"In front of you, it's the handsome account of the general!" Wang Meng led Jun Moxie all the way, and unexpectedly passed the inspection of seven or eight sentries. A group of sentries and sentries heard that they were the sons of the commander-in-chief to worship. "Everyone was excited... Finally, he climbed the hillside, and this is the real Tianguanling-! What is displayed in front of Jun Moxie is a powerful and huge military camp. Today, the wind is urgent. Jun's regretless handsome flag stands high in the wind, and the bright red flag is like a burning cloud waving in the air, and there is a kind of fierce battle in the universe, surpassing the world!

Around the Chinese military commander's tent, the eight barracks showed horns and watched each other, just like the stars holding the moon, and tightly protected the Chinese military commander's tent; a team of soldiers with bright armor stood up straight and resolutely, patrolling back and forth, looking serious and meticulously. As soon as this team passed, the first team over there immediately patrolled over here. There was no gap for the eight patrol teams to come and go.

At this time, a man strode out of the handsome tent, wearing a general's costume, thick eyebrows and eyes, more than seven feet tall, and an extremely burly tall figure. Where he stood, it was like an iron tower standing there. The general's eyes stared and shouted, "Wang Meng! Let your boy lead the people to clean up the snow on the road, but you are too lazy to return? What should I do?"

Wang Meng was shocked, made a military salute with both feet, and shouted, "Report to General Wu, it is the third son of the general who came with the young lady to worship the general!" It is the responsibility of subordinates to lead, not to deliberately neglect military affairs." The third son of the general? Jun Moxie?" The General Wu's face suddenly changed, and his eyes looked at Jun Moxie, and his eyes were sharper!

When Jun Mo Xie was at home, he knew that Wu Panjun, the first general of his father's Guards, was a brave general. At this time, when he saw that he was so majestic, he also praised in his heart. As soon as he was about to go forward to salute, he saw Wu Yongjun suddenly stare up seven eyes and said Why did you beast come here now?! What did you do in the past few years, you bastard?

Unexpectedly, it was a reprimand, plus a series of scolding, and one sentence changed three titles in a row!

Then, Wu Yongjun's eyes suddenly turned red. He tried his best to open his eyes and control his emotions for fear that a little tear would flow down, but his voice was still hoarse and he scolded himself, "You beast, the only flesh and blood of the commander-in-chief, have not come to worship for ten years. Sacrifice! Jun Moxie, you, you... You bastard, do you know... How lonely and misses you when he is here alone? You...you...unstriated..." In the end, the voice finally couldn't help sobbing...

Jun Moxie was speechless. In the face of the scolding of the people in front of him, he was speechless. Wu Yongjun's voice was very loud. With his roar, many people suddenly came out of the tents around him. As soon as he heard that it was the son of the commander-in-chief coming, they all rushed over

"You little son of a bitch, why don't you go in and see your father, and still ink something here, you son of a bitch!" Wu Yongjun roared like a bolt from the blue, but after the roar, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes. When he took his hand away, his eyes were already red.

There seemed to be something blocking there in his throat. He snored a few times like a bellows, and his mouth grined a few times. It seemed that he was about to cry. Suddenly, he separated the crowd, covered his face and ran into a big tent, and then an extremely depressing sound came out of it, like a cow The dull and painful whimper made in the quilt...

Marshal, your son finally came to see you... The boy was scolded by me... But after all, he came to see you... He looks like you, really handsome, and brought a beautiful daughter-in-law. You must like it... Under the urging of everyone, Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan stepped in step by step. Handsome.

Everyone stood neatly outside the handsome tent, with joy on their faces and sadness. Their gratifying smiles were full of tears, silently staring at the sinking handsome tent, and leaving the space in the handsome tent to Jun Mo Xie and the two of them...

Then, they knelt down neatly in front of the handsome account. Everyone whispered, "Congratulations, commander! There is a successor! God bless your family, and the back road is not lonely!" Their faces were so sincere that they seemed to say these sixteen words of blessings with all their heart and soul. Jun Moxie went in and immediately felt a shock, a heartfelt shock! In the handsome account, it is completely a wartime headquarters with a strict military appearance!

There are eight chairs on both sides. Behind the chairs, there are distinct out-sheath swords. In front of them, there is a bookcase; on top, there is an ivory bucket, and inside, there are more than a dozen military orders neatly placed.

There is a notebook on the table, and on the other side, a cold and shining long sword is quietly placed in the bang...

In the middle of the seat, there was a man in white and white robe. He sat there with his right hand on the table. His right hand was gently bent on the table, as if he was knocking on the table. He raised his left hand slightly, half clenched fist on his chest, his face was majestic, his eyes were not angry, and When thinking about something, thinking quietly, there is a kind of depressed worry. H