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

Outside the artifact of ancient paintings.

The scene shown on the ancient painting shocked the monks present.

All the monks were shocked and froze in place.

"How on earth is this done?"
"Dijun actually returned to the past and set foot on the long river of history?"

Many monks are unbelievable and unbelievable.

This is amazing.

The long river of history is an extremely unpredictable boundary.

A powerful monk can rely on his own strength to detect a certain event that happened in the long river of history.

But there has never been a saying that the divine sense goes back to the past.

"It is the power of each generation of emperors in Jiuchongtian Palace that supports him"

"Only relying on the power of one person, it is impossible to move forward steadily in the long river of history. This cause and effect is too heavy. Even the emperor at the peak may not be able to bear it, let alone only one consciousness left behind?"

A monk thought for a moment and asked aloud.

"But what's the point of all this?"
"Dijun is just a consciousness now, and doesn't belong to any era at all."
"He is just a bystander, there is no way to leave a trace, how can he change the situation on the field?"
Many monks were very confused.

"It might work."

"When the old emperor appeared in phantom, he said that there is an era waiting for him, and this is also the destination of his journey in the long river of history this time."
A leader of Dengtianism explained aloud.

"But can all this catch up?"

"How difficult it is to reach the realm of ascending to heaven, the emperor only has three days."

A look of despair appeared on the faces of many monks.

It is extremely difficult to reach the realm of ascension to the sky. This is what they have seen with their own eyes. The emperor has really tried his best.

Even he is so difficult, in three days, how can he reach the elusive realm of ascending to heaven?
"The first emperor said that time will temporarily stand still for him."

"It is possible that time has really stopped. In the long river of history, even if the emperor has lived through thousands or tens of thousands of years, for him in this era, it may only be a blink of an eye.

"That's why every emperor of Jiuchongtian Palace is helping Emperor Liang Lin at this moment, isn't it?"
"If there are really three days left, they won't leave this way of retreat after falling."

Someone explained it aloud.

All the monks nodded solemnly and agreed very much.

But the sense of uneasiness in my heart has never been completely eliminated.

All of this is unbelievable, completely refreshing the previous cognition of the monks present, and everything is their own speculation.

No one knows whether the emperor can find that era, whether he can return after reaching the realm of ascension to heaven, and whether time has really stopped temporarily for him.

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

On the long fairy road that could not be seen at a glance, Liang Lin walked steadily forward.

He has passed through countless ages and stepped on the long river of history.

There are so many time nodes here that it is easy to lose direction in the long river of history.

And once you lose your direction, there may never be a way to come back.

It's just that there is no need for this worry in my heart.

In the dark, it seems that there is something guiding Liang Lin in the direction, that is cause and effect, the era mentioned by the old emperor seems to be recruiting and guiding him.

He moved slowly in the long river of history.

At a certain point in time, Liang Lin stopped walking again.

He actually met Song Zhilan.

This little woman is still so beautiful, but also so indifferent.

Out of the mud but not stained, people dare not easily offend.

"Zhilan, I've come to see you, and I've traveled through time."

Liang Lin couldn't hold back and said softly.

He wanted to caress her face, but he couldn't touch her body.

He was sentimental.

Song Zhilan is the regret of his life, but now that the times have passed, there is no way to fix it, and he can only become a bystander again.

Seeing Song Zhilan now, Liang Lin's emotions are also very complicated.

Song Zhilan was still as steady as before.

As the eldest daughter of the Song family, Song Ming's older sister.

Song Zhilan silently undertook everything, packing her appearance with indifference.

But only Liang Lin understood that she was a little woman and wanted to find a little woman to rely on.

Song family ancestral land.

On the altar, there are neatly arranged sacrificial monuments.

The names of the ancestors of each generation of the Song family are engraved on it, and they are placed on the altar in order.

On the top tablet, the four characters of Emperor Kunwu are written!
Today is the day for the Song family to worship their ancestors.

Song Zhilan was burning incense, holding a boy tightly in her arms.

After all the clansmen went back, the Patriarch of the Song family left her in the ancestral land.

"Zhilan, now you have reached the age to get married, as a father, I have something to discuss with you."

"My Song family's lineage is the most authentic branch of Kunwu's bloodline, and the sons and daughters of my Song family all shoulder an important responsibility."

"That is to marry the Wu family or the Fan family to ensure the purity of Kunwu's blood."

"Zhilan, do you... have anything to say?"
The Patriarch of the Song family looked at Song Zhilan seriously and asked loudly.

Song Zhilan froze in place, like a sculpture that had lost its vitality.

After a while, he said softly with a dull expression: "Everything is according to Dad's arrangement."

When saying these words, Song Zhilan's eyes stayed on the baby in her arms.

The color in her eyes completely lost, she didn't refuse her father's proposal, and there was no way to refuse.

The responsibilities of the family and the future of her younger brother forced her to be ruthless and agree.

Even if I live like a marionette and have been arranged by others all my life, I haven't violated the wishes of my family.

Liang Lin stopped and looked at the scene that happened to be going on in this era.

He was a little sentimental, feeling sorry for the little woman in front of him.

But there is no way to change all of this for the time being.

"Zhilan, you must wait for me. I, Liang Lin, made an oath here today. One day, I will bring you back to life and let you open up a new world."
"There is no responsibility on your shoulders, you can do whatever you want."
"When Liang Le left, he left behind many descendants. I think you will like that place."
Liang Lin solemnly made a vow in a world that no one can match.

This may be the first time in his life to swear.

Nine deaths, no regrets, represents his will, and also represents the extremely deep obsession in his heart.

Liang Lin still had to leave after all.

Walk on the fairy road of time, cross the long river of history, and continue to walk forward, looking for the final destination.

"sister……"

Apart from the artifacts of ancient paintings, Song Ming broke down in tears again.

Song Zhilan is his lifelong obsession, and also his irreparable love.

"Can you really wake up again?"
"Brother, can everything catch up? Will you and your sister really come back together?" Song Ming silently hoped.

He matured too late.

The two most cherished people in his life, the two people who influenced him the most, both left one after another.

He was able to come from a rebellious family child to the present situation, all relying on the patient help of the two of them.

But now that these two people have left, he feels unspeakable sadness and guilt that he cannot express.

He tried his best to repair it, and he wanted to restore it very much. Even if he lost his life, it didn't matter.