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

On that plain, unnamed tombs stood one after another.

There are no tombstones, and no memorial items.

It's like a hill that suddenly rises from a barren mountain.

Liang Lin has always liked this peaceful place, and often meditates in this land.

But he never knew that his most loyal followers were actually buried under those sandy hills.

"call……"

The cool wind blew past, blowing the bushes one after another, passing over the mountain peaks, as if all ghosts were crying together, and it was desolate.

Akira between gods.

The sound of howling wind seemed to overlap with the sound in Liang Lin's memory.

The old man in the loess wakes up slowly, bows down to him, and swears allegiance.

"Ugh."

"They chose to be buried here in the end, probably because they wanted to use this method and continue to accompany the emperor."

"This is really a group of very loyal people who have been working for the emperor all their lives and passed away quietly without disturbing the emperor."

"Such a loyal soul, I am afraid that only Emperor Liang Lin is worthy of it."

Outside the artifact of the ancient painting, exclamations came out one after another.

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

As night fell and the moonlight was shining brightly, Liang Lin stood silently on top of the isolated peak.

As if standing still, his eyes looked at the plain not far away. His eyes were filled with many things.

Don't know how long has passed.

He just opened the wine jar, poured himself a glass, and then poured the wine into the world.

He didn't say anything, just poured one glass after another, and poured one glass after another, until there was only one glass of wine left in the wine jar.

Liang Lin raised his head slowly, and looked at the plain again, his gaze seemed a little dazed.

Facing Jiutian, he raised his glass melancholy and said: "I haven't drunk this glass of wine, it's all because the world has never been stable, and the turmoil has never subsided.

"This wine, offer it to you first."

"Sacrifice to general Ran Yi."

"Sacrifice to the soldiers of the dragon clan."

"Sacrificing every generation of emperors in my Jiuchongtian Palace also sacrifices dragon feathers."

Liang Lin squeezed out a bitter smile, and slowly sprinkled the glass of wine on the loess.

The cold wind howled past, the shadow of the moon was bleak, and the figure in white on Hengjian Peak seemed so lonely and desolate at this moment.

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

The hearts of the monks were a little dull subconsciously, and they all lowered their heads, showing unspeakable sadness on their faces.

"Ugh."

"Their generation has paid too much for Xuanyan."

"But they have all disappeared between heaven and earth. They should enjoy the respect of everyone in Xuanyan, but they have never been known by future generations."

"Even a large part of them are shouldering the scolding that they shouldn't bear, and they can't even be buried in their hometown after death."

"Obviously he should be honored as a hero, but in the end he could only be buried in a tomb on an unknown hill and became a mountain ghost."

In the Nine Heavens Palace, exclamations came out one after another.

"It's really impossible to imagine how helpless and desolate the emperor must be at this moment."

This Xuanyan, the people of this world, how can they be worthy of the dedication of these ancestors, how can they be worthy of the emperor's guard.

Many monks' eyes were red, and some monks even had tears in their eyes.

It's just because the white-clothed figure in the artifact of the ancient painting looks really lonely.

In the world, it seemed that he was the only one left.

All the soldiers who walked side by side with him and fought with him have already left.

He deeply moved all the monks present, and also touched the emotions of all the monks.

Many monks even knelt down subconsciously to the white robe standing on the plain on Hengjian Peak inside the ancient painting artifact at this moment.

"I wait for the descendants of Xuanyan, and today I will respect the ancestors of the Nine Heavens Palace."

"Respect every generation of the emperor of the Nine Heavens Palace."

"Respect the Dragon Clan."

"Respect, Emperor Liang Lin!"

Many monks were deeply touched when they saw the scene in front of them.

But he could only sigh softly.

"It's too late. Even if the truth is revealed now, regrets are regrets, and there is no way to mend them in a lifetime."

"Wait, I'm sorry for the guardians of the ancestors of the Jiuchongtian Palace!!" Many monks couldn't help but burst into tears.

....
Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

It was already late at night, and the dark clouds blocked the starry sky, like a haze that could not dissipate, weighing heavily on the hearts of all the monks.

The cold wind is bleak, on the isolated peak, only the white clothes are flying.

Standing there without any movement.

He spoke softly.

"After I die, don't set up a tombstone, don't build a tomb, don't bury me with the emperor's ceremony, and don't tell outsiders"

"Buried in this barren land, on this plain."

"If there are no bones left, bury them in white."

"Right here, quietly accompany you."

He murmured, as if he was telling the kingfisher, or to the loyal soul in this world, or to himself.

……

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The sadness on the faces of the monks grew even deeper.

There is really no way to say it, I can only keep piling up in my heart.

"Right now, I only hope that the emperor's confidants are still alive in this world."

"Guangmu, Duowen and others did not disappear between heaven and earth, but hid themselves."

"Yes, they must not have died yet. They used to obey the emperor's orders, and never disobeyed the emperor's orders in their life. This time they must have been hiding to help Ye Luoyang."

All the monks sighed, and still held some good wishes in their hearts.

But everyone knows that the possibility of this wish coming true is somewhat slim.

Those generals respected the emperor as a god, and valued the emperor's life more than their own.

In the current battle against the emperor, none of those people were seen, and no one stood up to resist the emperor. If those people are still alive in this world, how can they stand by and watch?
Although the monks present understood that the possibility of what they expected was not great, all the monks were still praying for blessings and praying with all their heart, hoping that these people would return safely.

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings, the scenes began to switch continuously.

Time is passing fast, like a white horse passing by, day and night change, seasons change.

But no matter how time passes.

The scene inside the artifact of the ancient painting stayed on top of the figure in white, as if it had stopped.

Obvious.

In these calm days, the emperor has been staying here.

It seems to be missing the old people who have left, and it seems to be waiting for the arrival of the catastrophe.