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

"Liang Lin..."
Li Zhaoyue cried until the pear blossoms were raining, and the apology in her heart was even deeper. She was so sad that she spit out a mouthful of blood.

Her expression was a little lost, she was no longer as high as before, and said in a low voice: "How can I see you again? I am no longer worthy of loving you, let alone being the pure and incomparable Ah Qi in your heart."
Li Zhaoyue raised her head, tears slid down her face, those blue crystal eyes were full of self-blame, apology, and endless remorse.

.......
Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

It was not until the little fox grew up that Liang Lin stood up from the Hengjian Peak.

"It's time to go and make a break with Demon Lord Biting Jue..."

He looked into the distance, with various emotions in his eyes.

The breeze blows on the grass under your feet, and the flowers and plants above make a burst of noise from time to time. The moonlight shines on it, making it even more quiet.

But at this moment, there were some ups and downs in his heart.

"Is it safe to go?"
On the right shoulder, the little kingfisher asked softly.

Liang Lin didn't answer anything, but from his eyes, he could also see what was going on in his heart.

After the battle of the Jiuchong Tiangong, Liang Lin had the luck of the Jiuchong Tiangong to barely have an equal share with the Devourer Demon Lord.

At that time, he had already noticed that the Devouring Demon Lord had basically reached the realm of ascending to the sky, and his strength was also the strongest among the emperors!
This trip to the Demon Sect.

With the blessing of their demon clan's luck, the Demon Lord Devourer must be several times stronger than when he was in Jiuchongtian Palace.

The luck that comes with the home court is actually part of the monk's strength, just like in the Nine Heavens Palace, the old emperor is the unparalleled supreme powerhouse in the entire Xuanyan Continent.

If he came to the Demon Realm, the same would be true for Demon Lord Chewing Jue.

This is also the reason why, after the demon king launched the battle against heaven, the old emperor recuperated his body, but he didn't directly seek revenge from the demon master Chu Jue.

The forces in Xuanyan Continent are intricate and complicated. The reason why many aristocratic families can dominate one side has a lot to do with the luck that comes with the home court.

No matter how powerful the Nine Heavens Palace is, it will not be able to remove all obstacles!
"I want to go back to my hometown..."
Liang Lin whispered, as if answering Kingfisher's question.

The hatred in his heart has always been the shackle that hinders his promotion. If he wants to be promoted to the emperor's realm, this shackle is what he has to overcome.

Liang Lin returned to his hometown again.

Standing upright above the nine heavens, looking down at the land and the small village under his feet, Liang Lin's eyes were filled with various emotions.

This is his hometown, where he was born.

In the past few years in Xuanyan Continent, Liang Lin has traveled and taken risks everywhere. He has returned to this pure land of the world several times, but he has never returned to his hometown.

No one will believe the reason.

He somewhat resisted going back to his hometown.

Maybe it's because he feels that he hasn't had revenge yet, and he has no face to face his dead relatives, or he may feel that he doesn't know how to face this pure land of mind that can make him carefree.

He quietly looked at the ground under his feet.

In his impression, there are people coming and going, and a lively and lively small village.

At this moment, there was no more laughter and laughter, and the silence was even terrifying.

Everywhere in the village is full of weeds that can cover adults. Among these weeds, there are dilapidated houses and incomplete tiles...

The neat public utensils placed in the small villages in the past are also scattered in the grass, and I don’t know how many years they have been exposed to wind and rain.

There is no smell of fireworks here. Even if there are still a few houses that have not collapsed, they have become dilapidated and can no longer withstand any storm. The original bright red lanterns have been polished by the rain. The bamboo frame is not strong at first glance, and a few spiders can still be seen on it.

Liang Lin was walking on a relatively smooth road, and there were piles of weeds growing in the cracks of this road.

This is the widest and flatst avenue in the village in his impression.

The villagers lived on both sides of this avenue. When he was not sensible before, he would always chase and fight with his friends on this avenue without any worries.

At that time, I could always hear the extremely loud voices near the avenue, but now, there was silence.

The people I care about the most in my memory are all hidden in the weeds at this moment.

Not even a grave...  

Liang Lin stopped involuntarily, and there was an unprecedented color in those eyes.

"I'm finally home..."

He said softly, as soon as the wind blew, the figure disappeared into the weeds.

.......
Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

“Finally home”

Hearing these words, the off-screen monk felt an uncontrollable movement.

These few words imply too much helplessness.

The emperor was forced to leave the small village when he was a child, and began to travel around, wearing stars and moons.

This time, it was a whole hundred years.

How much sadness is hidden in just a few words.

Returning to the hometown where I lived since I was a child again, it is no longer as lively as it used to be, but overgrown with weeds and lifeless. The monks present could not imagine the mood of the emperor when he took the first step into his hometown.

The screens in the ancient painting artifact began to switch continuously.

Liang Lin slowly cleared the weeds on the road, and buried the bones of the villagers who used to be like a family.

In this small village that has long been deserted.

After all the weeds were cleared, Liang Lin erected graves and tombstones.

Relying on the memory of youth, relying on the vast power of the present.

These bones buried in dust and weeds have long been unrecognizable, and they all have names, just like before, staying safely in this small village.

On one side of the flat road, a small thatched cottage was built. -
In the lifeless small village, after hundreds of years, there is finally fireworks again.

It seems that Liang Lin is no longer the powerful Emperor Qinghua, but has become an ordinary villager.

He was dressed in coarse linen and lived here alone.

Facing the rising sun every day, I went to work in the fields, and returned to my thatched hut to rest at sunset.

He was wearing a thatched bamboo hat weaved by himself, a rough coat, and a pair of hemp shoes, with his drinking gourd pinned to his waist.

He cultivated a paddy field, and went to work in the field facing the rising sun every day.

There are also a flock of sheep, a little black dog, and an old scalper.

He has completely blended with this small village, as if, he is carrying out the trajectory of his life that he should have.

From time to time, he went to work in the rice fields, and from time to time he invited Haoyue to drink spirits with him in the yard.

Sometimes I would tease the little black dog who often bared its teeth, or feed the diligent old scalper.

Such a day seems a little too ordinary, but the monks other than the ancient painting artifact know that this is the kind of life that the emperor most wants to have.