Otherworldly Evil Monarch Chapter 602 - Tian Guan Lin, Cries of the men!

Chapter 602: Tian Guan Lin, Cries of the men!

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

“This is so that Grandmaster will not worry. Big Brother Wang Meng needs to take care of the Third Son and his wife. Hurry go up! Otherwise, once he gets angry, the brothers would beat you up together…” The masses shouted. The people who were scattered all over the place a moment ago, within moments, already lined up neatly into two rows. Then, they observed Jun Mo Xie and Mei Xue Yan slowly pass through them. In their eyes, they were all looking at their own children…
Jun Mo Xie waved as he walked past. After he walked a long distance, he turned around and realized that close to a hundred of them were still admiring his silhouette, not moving… It’s as though they were looking at their most respected, most admired person from then, the White-Robe Army Generals…
Jun Mo Xie’s heart softened. He took a deep breath, trying to contain his emotions. But it turned out to be so touching that he could not hold back his tears anymore… Tears started dripping down his face…
Wang Meng followed by his side, face full of happiness, as though he had done something really noble. Throughout the walk, he introduced Jun Mo Xie to every single person. Even the scars on his face seemed overjoyed as well…
“My son, look over here; I led the soldiers over to Tian Guan Ling then. This place is the very place the first moment I got down the horse. There were a few stones lying around here. Then, I stood on the biggest rock, turned around and saw my brothers’ teams walking over majestically. At that time, I was only a small trooper in a small team. I followed my leader by his side, and to this day, I could still clearly remember what my leader said at that point in time. “Here, is a good location for a camp.”
Wang Meng finished his last sentence. He stabilized his voice, as though trying to imitate how Jun Wu Hui said with his strong and affirming voice. His looked serious.
Jun Mo Xie looked towards his direction and could see a big rock lying on the ground, square and flat. The many edges and corners around it had actually rounded off… These guards must have polished it all the while for the past ten years, to the point where this ordinary rock had unknowingly completed its polishing process.
“When I came here then, Grandmaster seemed to have a heavy heart. He once stood atop that stone wall over there for a very long time, with a long face. He did not say a single word. Only after some long time, that he spoke. He made a poem. His brothers then carved on the stone wall…
Wang Meng’s eyes became to turn red. “For I a barbarian, even though I do not know what the poem meant, but for every single day that I walk past here, I would read it once.”
Jun Mo Xie slowly stepped forward, before coming to the stone wall. There were four rows of words carved on the surface. The characters were the same as those at the foot of the mountain:
“The smoke spreads across the flag,
Thousands of cavalry army;
When the battlefield finally becomes,
No longer any men will ever turn sorrow.”
“My father… had actually got tired of killing long ago…..” Jun Mo Xie looked at the stone wall silently. He could not help but recall his third uncle Jun Wu Yi’s story that he told him. It was Jun Wu Hui’s ‘No men will be sorrow.”
When the Knife Soldiers recognize the desert, no longer any men will ever turn sorrow! These two phrases fully expressed Jun Wu Hui’s stature as a Gold of Soldiers, White-Robe General. Buried inside his heart was his hate for war, and also his blessings for his brothers…
The terrain was getting steeper and steeper. They climbed the mountain step by step. After walking about halfway through, the road on the mountainside got even narrower. At the very most, only four or five people could walk side by side. One side was like a knife-cut cliff, cutting straight into the sky, the other side was not a very high cliff, and below that side of the cliff was clear white snow, smooth as a mirror. A flat plain field….
“Below us is a big lake, but it is covered with heavy snow now. When it is summer, it is sparkling and beautiful.”
Wang Meng had some proud self-introductions. “I could remember the time where we were stationed here. After 3 days Grandmaster came here and admired the lake for almost half a day. He drew his saber and carved the poem on that stone wall…”
Jun Mo Xie had already noticed that there was another smoother surface on the cliff in front of it. There were a number of lines carved on the surface, and they were full of words, but naturally brought about a similar emotion.
“Long hated the person that I am,
Who owns the gardens in my dreams;
Why solve the problem of the mountains,
Row amidst the five lakes.”
After reading these four lines, it seemed as though he had seen a Hundred-War General wearing a robe, looking at the lake in front of them indefinitely…
He seemed to plan to retire, and even looked forward to living a peaceful and happy life after retiring…
Jun Mo Xie took a deep breath of cold air; Suddenly a burst of anger poured into his heart. “Father had actually long hated this life full of war, fighting for power, and already had plans to retire. He would never have threatened the Emperor’s position. But… Tianxiang was still afraid of his great skills adorned in that gold robe. Welly afraid of exposing themselves to threat and inviting self-destruction, they used despicable means to harm him…..”
Jun Mo Xie suddenly felt an inexplicable anger!
“Infront of us is the Grandmaster’s Saint!” Wang Meng was leading the way. He went to inspect 7 to 8 sentry posts, and the moment the sentry veterans heard that the Grandmaster’s son was coming to worship them, they were touched to tears…
After finally climbing up the mountainside, this was the real Tian Guan Ling!
In front of Jun Mo Xie was a magnificent military camp! The sound of the wind blowing had a tinge of urgency in it. Jun Wu Hui’s flag stood tall and fluttered in the wind. The bright red flag was like a burning cloud dancing in the air. He was someone who was full of desire and greed in the world!
8 military battalions surrounded the Saint at every corner, on the lookout for each other, akin to stars revolving around the moon. They tightly secured and protected the Saint; Troops of soldiers clad in bright armor were patrolling the area vigilantly, walking back and forth. As one group went past, another would come over. The patrol teams were coming and going, there was no gap at all.
At this moment, a person dressed in general costume walked out of the Saint. He had thick eyebrows and was more than 7 feet tall. He was exceptionally tall and sturdy, that wherever he stood, it would seem as though a tower stood there. He realized that the general was looking over, shouting, “Wang Meng! I allowed you to lead your men to clear the snow off the roads, yet you’re goofing off and actually returned? Are you guilty or not?”
Wang Meng got a shock, he arranged his feet in a proper manner, and shouted, “Reporting to General Wu; The Grandmaster’s Third Son is here to worship the Grandmaster! I was just doing my duty, and not deliberately disregarding my soldier duties.”
“The Grandmaster’s Third Son? Jun Mo Xie?” General Wu’s face suddenly changed. His vision turned towards Jun Mo Xie, squinting his eyes.
Jun Mo Xie had already known that Wu Yong Jun was Father’s guard, and was, in fact, a brave, tiger-like general. The moment he saw him, he was utterly impressed. But as he was about to go forward to pay his respects, Wu Yong Jun suddenly glared at him and angrily said, “So you’re Jun Mo Xie? Why have you only come now?! Where have you gone to these years?”
General Wu unexpectedly gave him a reprimand, along with a series of scoldings.
Afterwards, Wu Yong Jun’s eyes suddenly turned red. He squinted his eyes and tried to control his emotions. A few drops of tears leaked out. His voice was still hoarse. He yelled, “You bastard. As Grandmaster’s one and only flesh and blood, you did not even come back to worship for a full 10 years! Jun Mo Xie, you… you… you… you rascal… Grandmaster was alone all these while, so lonely, did you know how much he would have missed you? You… You this… disappointing thing…” he failed to finish his sentence. He could not help but start to whimper…
Jun Mo Xie kept silent and did not say a word, he did not know how to respond to General Wu’s berating. Wu Yong Jun’s loud voice made him extremely embarrassed, a lot of people starting coming out from the surrounding camps to take a look. The moment they heard that it was the Grandmaster’s son, they rushed out. The scene started getting messy…
“You bastard, hurry go see your father! What are you stoning here for, you unfilial thing!” Wu Yong Jun screamed into the skies, but after screaming, he could not help but to rub his eyes. His eyes turned fully red soon after.
Something appeared to be stuck inside his throat, clogging it. He snorted a few times and coughed a little, seemingly crying. He separated from the crowd. He covered his face as he ran hurriedly into the Saint. Crying sounds could be heard coming from within, similar to the depressing cries of a bull burying itself in the blankets…
Grandmaster, your son has finally come to see you… I have scolded him… But he has still eventually come to see you… He has grown so much like you, so handsome, and even brought a beautiful wife along. I’m sure you would like her…
Under everyone’s urge, Jun Mo Xie and Mei Xue Yan entered the Saint.
Everyone stood orderly outside the Saint, face filled with sorrow and joy. Their smiles were full of tears, silently watching the Saint, giving Jun Mo Xie and Mei Xue Yan some privacy and space…
Afterward, they faced the Saint and kneeled in an orderly manner. Everyone breathed quietly, “Congratulations Grandmaster! You have a successor! God bless the Jun family, the descendant is not alone!” They were so sincere, it seemed that they were wholeheartedly blessing them.
Jun Mo Xie entered and was immediately shocked!
Inside the Saint, it was just the wartime headquarters, orderly arranged!
On each side were 8 chairs, and unsheathed swords were behind the chairs. And in front, was a bookshelf; above, an ivory bucket; inside were 10 military orders neatly arranged.
On the table was an achievement record book, and on the other side, a cold sword neatly laid out…
One person covered in a white robe was sitting on the seat in front, his body tilted sideways, sitting there. His right hand on the tabletop. His index finger gently curled up, seemingly tapping the tabletop. His left hand was gently raised, placed on his chest. His had a noble expression, his eyes did not appear angry, but rather full of might. There was a wrinkle between his eyebrows, looking as if he was thinking about something, in deep thoughts… There was a kind of depressed feel about it…