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

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

Outside the gate of Tianshui City.

Wearing a white robe and holding the Ruyi Guiyuan Bell in his hand, Liang Lin set off again.

The mighty Song family army followed behind, counting 10 people, all of them remained silent.

Liang Lin stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at Tiantian Shuicheng Gate.

On the gate of the city, there is still a person dressed in red like fire.

The red dress was flamboyant, but the beauty was cold and aloof, watching the Song family's team leave expressionlessly.

Liang Lin turned around and looked back.

The mighty army behind them also turned around and looked back.

Even the members of the Song family who saw him off turned around and looked back.

The people present seemed to be waiting for something tacitly.

But in the end, I still couldn't wait.

Liang Lin stopped thinking about it, turned around again, and left with the Song family army.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers felt a little lost, but they still firmly followed the general's footsteps to expedition to other places.

But at a certain moment.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom..."

The dense and continuous drumming suddenly resounded through the sky, with great momentum and deafening sound.

The whole world seems to be shaking, and everyone's heart feels like it is being beaten, which is deafening.

The monks present looked at the city gate in unison.

The girl in red beat the drum vigorously, and the red dress fluttered with the wind. The surprise left a deep impression on the hearts of all the soldiers present and the members of the Song family.

The eldest daughter of the Song family saw her off in person and beat the drums herself.

At this moment, the soldiers gathered together, encouraged and excited.

At that moment, Liang Lin seemed to have something surging in his heart, and a bit of sharpness appeared in his eyes, but only for a moment, that sharpness was completely invisible, as if it had never appeared before.

Holding the Ruyi Guiyuan Bell in his hand, he commanded all the troops, and gradually disappeared amidst the dense drumming.

Behind Tianshui City Gate, a woman shouted with all her strength: "General, may you return in triumph!"

……

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

A group of monks quietly looked at the expeditionary Song family army, and looked at the white clothes in front of the densely packed army.

Deep in the hearts of the monks present, there was something moving.

"Song Zhilan must be in Dijun's heart."

"That's right, with the sharpness just now, the emperor seemed to want to snatch the red clothes from the city gate desperately."

"But he didn't do that."

"Song Zhilan shoulders the responsibility of the Song family and inherits the lineage of Kunwu."

"And the emperor, he shoulders the people of the world!"
"Now, he already has the qualifications to enter Kunwu's ancestral land. He only needs the right time to get the Kunwu sword. If he gives up everything for Song Zhilan at this time, the head of the Song family will definitely turn against him, and the emperor will no longer be able to get it. The time has come for the Kunwu Sword."

"Ugh."

All the monks sighed heavily.

They understood the reluctance in Song Zhilan's continuous beating of war drums and that "General, may the king return in triumph", and understood the sharp look in the emperor's eyes.

Compared with the love of life and death, this fateful bond with endless obstacles and estrangements is undoubtedly more worthy of savoring.

The misery and helplessness in it make people feel even more sad in their hearts besides savoring it carefully.

"I can't believe it now, the emperor will have the heart to refine Song Zhilan into a weapon spirit."

A monk sighed softly.

Before that, it was okay for the emperor to have no feelings for Song Zhilan, but from that sharp look in his eyes, they interpreted many complicated emotions.

"But the final result is that Song Zhilan was refined into a weapon spirit, and became the weapon spirit of Emperor Ruyigui Yuanzhong!!"

All the monks sighed softly.

Even if they don't want to believe it, they think it's fake.

But the fact that the dust has settled is here, so how to explain it.

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

Time flies, time flies.

By the time of the next screen, another few months had passed.

Liang Lin came back from an expedition, he held the broken Ruyi Guiyuan Bell in his hand, his eyes were full of wind and frost.

The white robe he was wearing was almost a bloody garment at this moment.

There is no doubt that he had a hard fight, a fierce fight.

Behind him, the soldiers' armor was damaged and unkempt, but their morale was high and their spirits were high.

Because they knew that there would be a red dress welcoming them at the water city gate that day.

The eldest daughter of the Song family greeted her solemnly.

How many injuries and how much blood shed are not worth mentioning.

but.

The moment they arrived in Tianshui City, the soldiers did not see the stunning red clothes in their memory.

Although this time it was the Patriarch of the Song family who greeted him personally.

But at this moment, the hearts of the soldiers were still a little lonely.

If seeing off, red clothes are the best, and if welcoming, red clothes are also the best.

No matter how honorable the Patriarch of the Song family is, it is not as good as the stunning red dress in the hearts of all the soldiers.

Tianshui City Gate.

There was no hidden praise in the eyes of the Patriarch of the Song family.

He looked at the man in front of him, patted his shoulder a few times, and sighed deeply: "Song Ning, good, good!"

"This time you put down the rebellion in just a few months, and made great contributions to my Song family."

"Just ask, what do you want? No matter what you want, I will promise you."

The current Liang Lin has long been left in the position of one person under the Song family and above ten thousand people, even more powerful than that supreme position.

However, he didn't seem to have any extra thoughts about power status.

He just looked at the Patriarch of the Song family quietly, and said slowly, "Why didn't you see Hong Yi this time?"
The Patriarch of the Song family, who always had a smile on Liang Lin's face, rarely changed his face when he heard his question.

That face was full of anger, serious and terrifying.

"Song Ning, just mind your own business!"
"You are just a general of my Song family, if you shouldn't ask, don't ask."

The Patriarch of the Song family walked away angrily, leaving Liang Lin standing where he was.

....
Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

At this moment, all the monks were silent.

The city gate has never seen the red clothes.

There is also the inexplicable attitude of the head of the Song family when he mentioned Song Zhilan, and the warning to the emperor.

There is no doubt that they are all proclaiming the fact that something happened to Song Zhilan!
What can happen to the dignified eldest daughter of the Song family?
At this moment, all the monks present looked at the ancient painting in unison.

This also included Song Ming, who looked intently into the artifact of the ancient painting. He couldn't wait to know why he hated his well-behaved sister and his father in such an attitude, and even avoided talking about it.