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

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

At this moment, all the monks present froze in place.

No one expected that this was done by a little girl who was only a few years old.

The calm eyes made all the monks feel a sense of soul trembling
"Is this really just a five or six-year-old kid?"
"A five or six-year-old girl, can she be so calm when she sets fire!"
Seriously looking at the thin figure in the darkness with ancient eyes without waves, this thought unconsciously appeared in the hearts of the monks present at this moment.

The calm eyes and calm expression are really creepy.

"This little girl is too similar to Dijun. If she is a boy, I doubt she is the Dijun when he was a child."
A monk sighed softly.

Many monks nodded in agreement.

It is indeed too similar.

This kind of calmness, this calmness, is basically the same as that of the emperor when he was a child. They all showed
Far beyond the stability of peers.

And besides this composure.

Both of them are very affectionate, and both are decisive!
The monks present were a little dazed for a moment.

It was like the thin and petite figure in the night, gradually overlapping with the emperor when they were young in the memory of their monks, and it was hard to tell whose childhood growth process they were watching. .

The scene in the ancient painting artifact switched again.

The little girl returned to the ruined temple again.

She found a broken pot, washed it clean, and then lit the firewood to try to boil the fever medicine.

The children looked at her seriously, with admiration and trust in those clear eyes.

But mixed with some distress.

Because at this moment, she looks really pitiful.

There were bloodstains on the tattered clothes, and there were wounds on the exposed skin.

I don't know why she is still calm.

Even people other than the ancient painting artifact can't figure out why she can have such a strong willpower.

With bloodstains and wounds all over her body, even an adult would be seriously injured to death, but this little girl, who is only a few years old, survived.

She has a maturity and stability far beyond her peers.

But she, after all, is still a child of a few years old.

Stealing money and taking medicine didn't bother her, but facing the last step of boiling the medicine, the prudent little girl was a little helpless.

The first pot was too dark.

In the second pot, put less water.

The third pot is too hot.

It wasn't until she had tried countless times that she finally boiled the medicine she brought into a drinkable soup.

Inside the ruined temple, the blazing firewood dispelled the cold and darkness.

The bright flames reflected on the little girl's face, and a happy smile appeared on that face.

But now she is a little confused.

It seemed like he wanted to just fall asleep like this.

But from the beginning to the end, she was pushing herself to persevere.

……

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The monks present looked at the medicine in the little girl's pot, and all shook their heads with some reluctance.

"Well, she's only a five or six-year-old child after all."
"There is no one who boils medicine like her. If you grab a little bit of all kinds of medicines, even if you finally boil them out, I'm afraid they will be harmful poisons."

All the monks were amazed.

Looking at the little girl, she was obviously very tired and in pain, but she still insisted on making the medicine.

They were all a little unbearable.

"If she really fed this pot of careless soup to that child with a fever, that child might really die."
"And she, knowing that the medicine she worked so hard to get back killed the little girl who called herself sister, how sad she should be."

A monk sighed softly.

At this moment, many people can't wait to go to that time and space in person to help this little girl.

This affectionate, kind, steady, yet brave little girl really touched the hearts of the monks present.

"Oh, although the emperor is paying attention to her, he can't help her."
A monk said helplessly.

"Speaking of which, why can't Dijun make an exception to help her? Helping once won't hinder Dijun from improving his mind, right?"
A monk suddenly asked.

But no one was able to answer the question, and this is what many people wondered.

"He's polishing his heart this time, it's not just a simple polishing."

At this time, Song Ming explained aloud: "I have heard before that every generation of emperors in Jiuchongtian Palace, after becoming emperors, have to go through the world for a while."
"Look at the mountains and the sea, and see the various states of the world."

"What I do is not only to polish my heart, but also to achieve the heart of an emperor."

"The so-called emperor's heart represents justice and ruthlessness, just like some kind of law."
"Only by cultivating the heart of the emperor can the emperor treat the world without any bias, be selfless, and be fair."
"In this process, once you intervene in the cause and effect of the world, you will suffer the backlash of the law. The greater the cause and effect, the more serious the backlash of the law, and you may even die."
Hearing what Song Ming said, all the monks suddenly realized.

"It's no wonder that when the emperor left the Jiuchongtian Palace before this, he would say the words of not interfering in any cause and effect in the world."
"What you said at the time is equivalent to a kind of oath? Swear to every previous generation of emperors? And once you break the oath, you will suffer serious backlash?"

A group of monks think this makes sense.

"It's no wonder that the little girl was beaten to the point of death by those two teenagers before, and the emperor didn't show any signs of making a move."
A monk sighed softly.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the monks present looked at the artifact of the ancient painting again.

Their eyes were full of unbearable.

Until now, the monks had probably guessed what would happen next.

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

The little girl walked slowly towards the little girl with the decoction in a broken bowl.

"Sister, I feel so uncomfortable. Am I going to die? I'm so scared. I don't want to die." The sick little girl said weakly, her voice was weak and mosquito-like.

"Hey, how could Lan'er die? After drinking this bowl of medicine, she will recover immediately." The little girl comforted her softly.

With a gentle face, she carefully handed the soup to the little girl's mouth, wanting her to drink the bowl of medicine.

"Recklessly!"
Suddenly, an indifferent male voice came.

Waves appeared in the time and space beside the little girl, and a ragged figure walked out of that time and space.

Looking at that figure, the eyes of the cultivators other than the artifact of the ancient painting suddenly froze.

The person who came was none other than Liang Lin!
Liang Lin flicked his sleeves lightly, and directly knocked the soup and medicine bowl to the ground.

The children were all taken aback, and ran around in a panic, like frightened birds, hiding in unison.

Only the little girl looked at the overturned soup, a little distracted.

"I am going to kill you!!"
The little girl mustered all her strength and rushed towards Liang Lin.

With its teeth and claws open, its tits are fierce, like a crazy little tiger.

She was obviously very weak, she hadn't eaten seriously for many days, and there were so many bloodstains on her body, she didn't know where she got her strength from.

"That bowl of medicine is poison, do you know that?"
"You'll kill her if you let her drink it."
Liang Lin Gujing said calmly.

He looked at the thin little girl with both eyes, no matter how hard the little girl struggled, she couldn't break free from the restrictions set by Liang Lin.