The King of Special Warfare

There are no doors, no passages, no precursors.

The natural transformation, silent and unexpected.

The moment the boat left the area of ​​the island in the heart of the lake, Li Tianlan first heard the hustle and bustle of people.

Children, adults, old people.

There seemed to be countless people in the originally quiet surroundings. Li Tianlan seemed to be in the crowd, listening to the laughter and laughter around him constantly flowing past him.

He turned around a little bewildered.

Li Dongcheng, who was beside him, had disappeared, and the sword energy that was not domineering but ubiquitous was no longer around. He quietly looked at the direction of the island in the heart of the lake. The quiet island called Xiaoyingzhou had already disappeared. Out of sight, he was on the shore at the moment, the night turned into a sunset, and there were signs guiding tourists.

The voices are approaching.

Li Tianlan finally confirmed that he had returned to his own time and space from Li Dongcheng's space-time.

He heard a tragic story, witnessed a dynasty, saw his son, daughter-in-law and niece, barely stabilized his injuries, and received gifts from his children.

In half a day, he left the fixed area, crossed the boundary of time and space again, and came directly to Lin'an from the battlefield of Annan.

Li Tianlan was in a trance, as if everything he experienced was like a dream.

But the painting scroll that he held tightly in his hand was constantly reminding him that what he experienced might be bizarre, but it was not an illusion.

The setting sun on the horizon sank at an unbelievable speed.

Before Li Tianlan regained his senses, the sunset had all dissipated, the night shrouded the creek and lake, and the sunrise was ushered in in an instant.

The hustle and bustle of voices appeared and disappeared quickly.

Time seems to be accelerated countless times.

In Li Tianlan's eyes, there is still the brilliant light and shadow of the rising sun, Xihu has ushered in the sunset again.

Night falls.

Lin'an ushered in a spring rain.

After the spring rain, it is sunrise and sunset again.

Li Tianlan quietly watched the alternation of day and night. He instinctively wanted to take a step, but found that his body could not move at all.

He could only stand on the shore and watch all this in silence.

He saw a surging crowd of people walking past him quickly, and he could see each other's expressions, but no one noticed his existence and couldn't touch his body.

"Time and space are actually always changing."

A soft and familiar voice rang beside Li Tianlan.

There was a hint of astonishment in Li Tianlan's eyes.

He had heard this voice just now, but he never thought that he was crossing the boundary of time and space, and when he was about to return to his own time and space but had not completely returned, he could still hear this voice.

This is Lin Qingya's voice.

"It's just that in most cases, time and space exist and operate alone. They are always changing, but people in time and space will not feel their changes, unless after a long time, people will I find myself growing taller, fatter, or getting older, and this kind of change cannot be experienced in a short period of time.

But if two different time and space interact occasionally, then there will be some kind of imbalance in time and space, which is mainly a conflict in time, and at this point in time, people who have passed through two time and space will also be in time. in conflict.

Father, you only stayed by your husband’s side for a few hours, but seven days have passed in this space-time. The two space-times are temporarily superimposed because of you. If you want to leave, you naturally need to wait until the two space-times are in time. to reach a balance on the top, and then they can leave after running on their own. "

Lin Qingya's voice was still echoing, with a smile: "But you can rest assured that this time will not be long, and during this period, you are safe."

Li Tianlan looked around.

All up and down, front and back...

There was no shadow of Lin Qingya in his field of vision, only Lin Qingya's voice kept ringing.

Li Tianlan was silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Where are you?"

"So, father, you must pay attention to the time next time you come, it is best to come when you are not busy, but your husband is so lazy, it should be inherited from you, you should not have too many things, right? ?"

Li Tianlan frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Yes, you can go back after leaving here."

"Where to leave?"

Li Tianlan became more and more inexplicable.

"Well, it is indeed a little inconvenient, but this is temporary. When you and your husband both reach a certain height, there will be no such inconvenience."

Li Tianlan:  …

The question and answer that the donkey's lips did not match the horse's mouth made Li Tianlan bewildered.

He couldn't see Lin Qingya's shadow.

Before his eyes, only the changing day and night.

"Are you still angry with your mother? They are cautious in front of you. Father, you are so majestic. If you are angry, my husband and I will be angry too."

what the hell?

Li Tianlan looked around carefully, and even released his own sword energy to perceive everything around him.

Surrounding him was the alternating day and night light of Lin'anxi Lake, but as the sword energy spread out, all he felt was nothingness.

This is the limit of time and space.

He left that space-time, but he has not officially entered his own space-time.

According to Lin Qingya, this is a temporary time conflict between two space-times.

But the question is where does this voice come from?

Lin Qingya was obviously not here, and she didn't seem to be talking to herself.

No, to be precise, Lin Qingya was talking to herself, but she was not talking to her current self.

Li Tianlan thought that after this time and space journey, he was already well-informed, but the current situation still left him a little confused.

"Look, father, husband doesn't have the heart to play chess anymore."

Lin Qingya's voice continued to sound.

play chess...

Play chess? !

Li Tianlan's heart trembled for a moment, as if thinking of something incredible, he slowly lowered his head and stared at the scroll in his hand.

He had never seen Li Dongcheng play chess.

No, he had seen it, but not the Li Dongcheng he had seen.

but in the painting.

In the painting Lin Qingya gave him, Li Dongcheng and Dongcheng Wudi were playing chess.

so...

Li Tianlan took a deep breath and opened the scroll in his hand again.

The scene on the scroll is still that simple and elegant but large and somewhat unbelievable hall.

All the scene seems to be unchanged, but it is changing everywhere.

Li Tianlan's pupils contracted slightly.

He remembered that when he just looked at this painting, Dongchengyue was arranging a few side dishes in the restaurant.

But now a few small dishes have been placed on the dining table, and Dongchengyue appeared in the kitchen. She put her arms around Qin Weibai's shoulders and was talking intimately.

He remembered that Dongcheng Qiuchi and Zou Yuanshan in the painting had just entered the door, but now the couple have already walked to Dongcheng Wudi and Li Dongcheng.

Dongcheng Qiuchi stretched out his hand and stroked Li Dongcheng's hair.

He remembered that he was sitting on the sofa, watching the virtual image in front of him, but now the virtual image disappeared completely, and Lin Qingya, who had not appeared in the picture just now, was sitting in front of him in the painting, as if saying what.

so...

Li Tianlan's heart beat violently.

The voice I heard was not Lin Qingya beside me at all, but... Lin Qingya in the painting was talking?

A picture that can change by itself and even make a sound, is this really still a picture?

The sword energy that spread outward was completely closed.

The strands of sword energy dashed onto the scroll evenly.

Li Tianlan closed his eyes, his mind was highly concentrated, his sword energy replaced his eyes, and all his perceptions were completely concentrated on the picture scroll in front of him.

If the picture scroll really changes, then at this moment, every slight change cannot escape Li Tianlan's perception.

Time passed by every second.

Li Tianlan was calm.

He may have a bad temper, but he never lacks patience and focus.

His sword qi and brush strokes are completely in harmony.

Finally, Li Tianlan raised his eyebrows.

In his perception, the front and back picture scrolls seemed to suddenly become countless lines.

Lines of various colors are intertwined in a disorderly and orderly manner on the scroll, creating scenes in the scroll, and under his sword qi perception, every line in the scroll is now in a kind of almost The speed is changing little by little, and the speed of those lines is extremely slow, but each line is affecting the whole picture, so every slight movement of each line will appear on the picture. The change.

Li Tianlan realized one thing.

He thought that the family portrait Lin Qingya gave him was just a souvenir, just as Li Dongcheng said, it was their intention.

Li Tianlan really liked this painting, so he accepted it without being polite.

But he didn't realize until now that this is definitely not an ordinary souvenir, it has even gone beyond the scope of art, beyond Li Tianlan's current understanding.

Lin Qingya didn't know what method she used to give life to everyone in the painting, so the painting came to life directly, as if everyone in the painting had their own emotions.

Li Tianlan hesitated for a moment, maintaining the posture of unfolding the scroll, and exerting a little force.

The scroll didn't move at all.

He gradually increased his strength.

Although he is seriously injured now, his strength is here after all. Even if he is seriously injured, it is enough to exert the power of peak invincibility under normal conditions.

Unexpectedly, even if he used the power of Peak Invincible Realm, he still failed to move the painting.

Li Tianlan opened his eyes and took a deep breath. In an indescribable mood, he looked at the scene in the painting and fell silent.

When his mind was perceiving the complicated lines in the painting, with the subtle changes of the lines, the scene in the painting had been completely subverted.

The hall in the painting is gone.

The restaurant, the kitchen, and even Li Dongcheng beside him...

are gone.

To be precise, this portrait is blurred.

On the scroll, only himself and Lin Qingya were still clear.

He and Lin Qingya sat face to face.

Lin Qingya's voice clearly rang out from the scroll this time.

She looked at Li Tianlan in the picture scroll.

The voice seemed to be talking to Li Tianlan in reality, and it was like talking to Li Tianlan in the painting.

"We don't talk about that anymore."

Lin Qingya smiled lightly: "I said, I want to tell my father a story, now is the right time, let's just tell it now."

Li Tianlan did not speak.

Li Tianlan in the picture seemed to speak, but Li Tianlan didn't know what he said.

Then Lin Qingya's voice rang out.

She restrained her smile and said in a quiet voice, "It's a woman's story."