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

Seeing that the two agreed, Liang Lin's expression softened.

He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and his eyes were filled with sadness, very heavy sadness.

"Are they all...buried back to their homeland?"
Liang Lin seemed a little tired, and his voice was a little hoarse.

But he didn't get a response for a long time.

Guangmu and Duowen just froze in place, hesitated for a while, and didn't answer.

I don't know if I dare not, or if I don't want to.

But Liang Lin's eyes were too oppressive, making people unconsciously guilty, Guangmu could only lower his head, and murmured, "Brothers... are all buried under Hengjian Peak."
"There are no bones, but a clothes tomb."

"This is the wish of the brothers. They said that it would be good to die together."

Guangmu tried his best to squeeze out a smile, but he didn't dare to look up at Liang Lin. He knew that Liang Lin's face at this moment should be ugly.

Even gloomy and scary.

There was complete silence in Lingxiao Palace.

After a long while, Guangmu couldn't help but look up, and then, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

The unparalleled emperor sat at the top, but he did not have the majesty of the previous emperors.

His eyes are very vicissitudes, without any brilliance, as if the whole person has lost vitality.

The extremely sad expression touched people deeply.

"You go back first."

Liang Lin waved his hand slowly, turned his back, and didn't look at the two of them again.

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

Endless confusion appeared on the faces of many monks.

"Most of the generals who hold important positions in Jiuchongtian Palace have families and are protected by sects."

"Those who are powerful will definitely be taken in by a family with rich background, or even a prosperous sect, but why are these generals buried under a not-so-famous mountain in the Nine Heavens Palace?"

"How do I feel that what Guangmu said was just the choice of those generals who were forced to do so."

"Who doesn't want fallen leaves to return to their roots, and their souls to return to their hometown after death and be buried in their ancestral land?"

All the monks present looked confused.

Obviously, what Hirome just said can't be established when you think about it carefully.

It is the wish of many monks to return their soul to their hometown, and it is an extremely important wish. It can basically be called the tradition of Xuanyan Continent.

Who would want to die in other places after practicing for a lifetime and running for a lifetime?
Every general is an outstanding existence, not to mention the peak, it can also be said to be the most powerful person in Xuanyan.

How could they be willing to be nameless after death, a solitary grave with no descendants to pay homage to, instead of choosing to bury their ancestral land, protect the prosperity of the sect, and enjoy the admiration of the descendants?
Are they willing to be forgotten by time and completely disappear in the rolling wheels of history? Even the descendants, did not go to worship?
Not right!
Very wrong!
Many monks feel very strange. If there are other options, I am afraid that no one wants to be buried in a different place, right?
"It's possible, it's really a helpless choice?"

A monk said: "The group of people who devoted themselves to the emperor back then were deeply disgusted by the people of Xuanyan."

"Criticize and accuse them endlessly."

"If I really go back to my hometown, without peerless masters guarding it, I'm afraid the ancestral graves will be dug up, and it may even implicate the ancestors."

Hearing this analysis, all the monks present froze in place.

"No wonder Dijun has such an expression!"

Since the emperor quelled the rebellion outside the territory of the dragon clan, he has followed these generals behind him.

These people don't know how many things they have done for him and how many rebellions they have quelled.

These generals will always be the emperor's most sincere followers.

However, most of the soldiers survived the mighty Dragon Clan War, but died in this peaceful and prosperous world.

What is even more deplorable is that the soul still cannot return to the hometown after death.

In the past, there was only a solitary grave for the peerless masters after their death, which was buried in an unnamed mountain, and no one knew about it.

"People say that the dead are the greatest, but these people cannot be buried properly after death, and there is no way to achieve their last wish."

The eyes of all the monks lost their brilliance, and their faces showed sadness.

It is really unimaginable how desolate the emperor must feel at this moment!
"Obviously he has spent his whole life fighting to protect Xuanyan and the world, but his most sincere follower dare not even enter the ancestral grave after death.

"How sad!" All the monks sighed.

A strong sense of self-blame emerged in my heart.

Were they not one of those people who reprimanded and insulted those people before?
Did those people have nothing to do with what happened to them now?
"Ugh."

Heavy sighs came from the Nine Heavens Palace.

This time in the Battle of the Emperor, they saw a lot of things that people regretted. They finally figured it out, but they have never been able to make up for their regrets.

The scene in the ancient painting artifact switched again.

As night fell, the moon was shining brightly.

The brilliance fell, the night sky was full of stars, and the silvery white brilliance spread on the earth, shining everywhere.

The breeze was blowing, and on the plain, grasses rose one after another.

Like a raging ocean.

In the middle of the endless grass, a figure dressed in white, with a kingfisher standing on his right shoulder, walked slowly forward.

Walk towards the towering mountain peak.

That is Hengjian Peak!
This mountain is very high, and the mountain is in a posture of falling to the west, like a giant stepping forward, regardless of oneself, stretching to the west.

But what is surprising is that it is arc-shaped at the very beginning.

The direction is no longer west, but east.

It looks like a giant lying between two peaks, making people unconsciously marvel at the wonder of nature.

It is precisely because of this incident that Hengjian Peak got its name.

Liang Lin climbed to the highest point of this mountain, holding a jug of wine, high-quality wine.

Standing on that mountain peak, looking towards the plain to the east.

The breeze was blowing, white clothes were flying, black hair was dancing, Liang Lin's eyes seemed to be full of sadness.