Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

Liang Le went to see Liang Lin again.

The two old men, whose lives seemed to be coming to an end, sat face to face and had a quiet meal.

After eating this meal for a long time, Liang Le put down his chopsticks until night fell, watching his father had endless words to say in his heart, but now, he didn't know what to say.

"Le'er, what do you want to ask here today?" Liang Lin looked at Liang Le and spoke slowly.

"Father...I want to know about mother..."

He didn't say that he wanted to embark on the road of cultivation this time. Up until now, it was not his wish that he had to fulfill to embark on the road of cultivation.

He has been going smoothly all his life, and now that he is on the verge of death, what worries him the most is his father.

His father had been miserable all his life and was too lonely. Now, even his son was on the verge of death. He wanted to know why his father had to take care of him meticulously by himself.

Liang Lin remained silent.

After a long while, his eyes revealed a sense of sadness, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, he said softly: "Your mother, I hope your life will be safe and smooth, so I will never let you embark on the road of cultivation."
"It's a long story to tell..."
"Your mother, surnamed Song, named Zhilan..."

Liang Le just listened quietly, waiting until the whole story was finished.

I don't know how much time has passed, Liang Le sighed aloud, with various emotions flashing in his eyes: "So it's like this, this is the fundamental reason why Dad kept me from embarking on the road of cultivation for the rest of my life."
"I didn't expect that my mother's life has so many burdens on her shoulders..."
Liang Le raised his head, dazed, his voice was low: "Father, I'm so tired, I want to go back to where I used to live..."
Liang Lin's eyes were gentle.

The father and son have been away for decades, and finally, they returned to the place where they lived before.

Liang Le was over ninety years old, and the past flashed through his mind one by one.

In his life, 18 years were plain, six years of traveling, ten years of expedition, and half of his life as the supreme being in the world. Although it was less than a hundred years old, the ups and downs in it were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, when he was on the verge of death, he still chose to return to the place where it all started, to the ordinary place that his mother expected.

Get up every morning and take a piece of wood to carve in the yard.

He can calm down to carve now, and he already has this kind of patience, but it is decades behind the past.

He took a carving knife, one knife, one knife, and carved the memories he wanted to keep.

And what he engraved was a man and a child.

A one-armed man is holding a child. The child's face is full of happy smiles, holding his father's hand, showing a feeling of snuggling.

At the moment when the carving was completely completed, Liang Le's life also came to an end.

In that simple house.

Liang Le held Liang Lin's hand tightly, his vicissitudes of eyes were full of nostalgia.

"Father is right. It's better to have a more ordinary life. If I can choose, if there is an afterlife, I want to live a simple and happy life with my father in a small mountain village where there is nothing to contend with."

"It's good to be a carpenter, it's good to be a carpenter."

"Father, I'm leaving, take care of yourself"

Liang Lin looked serious, feeling the temperature of his hands gradually getting colder.

Liang Le's physical body slowly lost its life. His physical body turned into a wisp of green smoke and slowly disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

Finally left.

When he came into the world, he was a soul, and when he left, he was a wisp of green smoke.

Liang Lin's face was serious, and he stayed quietly in this simple house all night without saying a word.

Wait until the evening of the next day.

He glanced at the house that was no longer alive, and then walked out slowly.

His figure, under the moonlight, gradually changed from a decadent color to a slowly changing one, his hair was no longer gray, but turned black again, and his slightly hunched body stood upright again. Liang Lin, who was in front of him, slowly walked towards the nine heavens.

He became young again, but his figure was a little lonely.

He muttered softly: "Liang Le Liang Le, peace and joy."

The reincarnation of the first life has reached the final chapter.

……

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

A group of monks looked at the lonely figure in the picture, and felt strong sadness in their hearts.

Know this moment.

They suddenly realized that Dijun had always been lonely.

He has only been on the road of cultivation for a few hundred years, but the wind and frost in his eyes is like an old man on the verge of death, no, he has experienced more wind and frost than an old man in his twilight.

He was still a child, struggling to survive with his younger sister Liang Xiaoxiao. In order to have a better future for Xiaoxiao, he sent her to the training ground regardless of obstacles. From then on, he wandered alone in the world, very desolate.

As a young man, for the brotherhood he recognized, he gave up Jianxin for Song Ming, and cut off the broad road of cultivation by himself.

In his twenties, he has already cultivated to the realm of the emperor, and there are few rivals in the world.But for Ah Qi, he gave up everything.In order to make that little fox's life safe and smooth, he never saw her face to face again, but kept his nostalgia deep in his heart and bore all of it alone.

There is also Leng Qingshuang, for her, he is willing to bear the resentment of his loved one, for her, he is willing to bear tens of thousands of years of cynicism.

Finally met a Xuan Rui who knew that he loved him, but there were too many concerns caused by the outside world between them, which made him unable to express his feelings. As a result, this woman died protecting him.

In the fierce battle of the dragon clan, all the monks of the dragon clan fell outside the territory. The princess of the dragon clan, who was regarded as a comrade in arms, also risked her life. At that time, he had never cried, but everyone could understand the loneliness in his heart.

Then to Liang Le's mother, Song Zhilan.

He shoulders the world, cannot be justified, and there is no way to justify it.

Even if she and Song Zhilan had a child, they would still see their son's death approaching and passing away with his own eyes.Liang Lin couldn't and didn't want to let him embark on the road of cultivation, even if it could prolong the child's life, a father's greatest grief was just like this.

He has been with Le'er for only a hundred years, and he is destined to walk alone in the next road.

From the very beginning, Dijun never defended anything, never complained about anything, he shouldered all the responsibilities alone, his heart was full of scars, and experienced many disappointments, but he still walked forward with a heavy burden.