Ling tripod

At this moment, Hu Fengnian flicked the dust in his hand again, turning into a palm print with a violent wind!

Triple Wind Spirit Seal!

The mark of time has caused hundreds of collapses!

…

Four levels of wind spirit seal!

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Five layers of wind spirit seal!

…

When the sixth layer of wind spirit seal almost collapsed, there were still 777 time marks left.

"Whether it's you who is looking for fate, or I am forcing a fate, it's the Seventh Level Wind Spirit Seal!"

At this moment, Hu Fengnian's face was pale. He had run out of time to use the Sixth Level Wind Spirit Seal, and now he was seriously injured under the force of the counterattack.

However, he knows that he cannot lose, absolutely not!

In this way, the seven-fold wind spirit seal, the strongest blow, unfolds!

Fuchen waved suddenly.

The artistic conception condensed crazily and turned into the first palm print integrated into the Wind Spirit Seal.

Seventh Level Wind Spirit Seal!

An unprecedented terrifying momentum spread violently from it!

"Bang bang bang..."

The remaining seven hundred and seventy-seven marks of time continue to collapse.

One hundred ways!

Two hundred!

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Seven hundred ways!

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After seven hundred collapses, the seven-layer wind spirit seal was about to reach its end.

At this moment, everyone is watching here. Whether this matter of finding a fate can be forcibly formed is another matter.

Seven hundred and seventy!

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There are only the last seven marks of time left.

The Seventh Level Wind Spirit Seal also almost collapsed.

Seven hundred and seventy-one!

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Seven hundred, seven hundred and seventy-six!

Just when there is only the last mark of time left:

"Bang!"

What collapsed was not Chu Yan's mark of time, but the seven-fold wind spirit seal.

The seven-layer wind spirit seal, after collapsing Chu Yan's more than 3,600 years of imprints, was still defeated by the last one.

Hu Fengnian didn't break it!

Although there is only one difference, it is a world of difference!

He was defeated!

The first person under Lianyi, Hu Fengnian, was defeated!

Number eight on the list, Hu Fengnian, lost!

"puff……"

Seriously injured, Hu Fengnian could no longer hold back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face turned pale, and he smiled sadly: "I have lost!"

"You know the rules!"

Chu Yan's plain voice came out again.

"The poster said that until fellow ghost Taoist reaches the level of clear intention, the seven mind-refining cultivators before me will not take action against fellow Taoist!"

Hu Fengnian opened his mouth, took out every strand of his artistic conception, and left immediately.

Behind the green curtain.

"puff……"

Chu Yan forced himself to hold on, spurting blood at this moment.

Hu Fengnian is not unpowerful. If it weren't for so many years of accumulation, Chu Yan would have no chance of winning in a direct battle with him.

Chu Yan didn't care much about the outcome this time.

What he cares about is the destined person!

"There is only one last year left in this life. Can the person who is destined really not be able to wait?"

There was a hint of emotion in Chu Yan's voice.

This year passed very slowly, very slowly!

There is a kind of waiting, which is called living like a year!

One month has passed!

Three months have passed!

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Eleven months have passed!

In the blink of an eye, this is already the 100th year since Chu Yan came to Ping'an City. This 100th year will be over in one month.

This life in Ping An City.

There are too many stories.

Fat San, Shun Liu, Lao Zhang, Tan Tou'er, Si Kuojing, Si Zhengzheng, Kuang Dao, Zhao Yuanwai...

One after another figures appeared in Chu Yan's mind at this moment.

Chu Yan's white hair was scattered all over the ground.

There were wrinkles on his face, and his whole person had the aura of dying and coming to an end.

Bai Shuimiao was above the tavern, his appearance unchanged, and he said: "Brother!"

"It doesn't matter anymore. If there are regrets, then this life will end with regrets, that's all!"

Chu Yan's voice was calm, with a hint of relief.

This feeling is that of a person who has been obsessed with it all his life, and finally everything is normal before death.

Suddenly, Chu Yan felt like he wanted to walk out.

Get out of this small house that has trapped him for almost a hundred years, and get out of this green curtain.

And at this moment, a familiar voice came from the outside world:

"Ping, here we come!"

Ping is here!

These words were not a visit, the tone was more like two people who had been engaged for hundreds of years were finally meeting each other.

"You are finally here!"

Chu Yan smiled. This was the smile of surprise he got after cutting.

Chu Yan stood up!

This was the first time in a hundred years that he stood up.

With long white hair floating behind his head automatically without wind, Chu Yan walked towards the outside of the house.

The person who came was a handsome man with a delicate appearance and a slightly thin figure. He was wearing a gold-patterned gown. He came to the light curtain of drinks with a smile and took a step forward.

There is no artistic conception, no magical power, just this simple step.

He passed through the wine light curtain. He was the first person to enter the wine light curtain in the past ten years.

At the same time that he passed through the wine curtain, an old man with flying white hair walked out from behind the green curtain in the tavern.

It's Chu Yan!

This was the first time the two met, but as if their fate had already been determined, everything was so natural.

"Chu Yan!"

The familiar feeling of the person in front of Chu Yan that he had been pursuing for a long time came to mind again, and without any hesitation, he told his true name.

"Safety!"

The handsome man smiled lightly, with no surprise in his eyes.

The two of them just stared at each other for a moment, without moving away.

One breath!

Two breaths!

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Ten breaths!

Outside the tavern, everyone was shocked to the extreme when they saw this scene.

No one thought that the person that Master Guiling had been waiting for for ten years would finally arrive in this last year.

At this moment, no one spoke. Although they could not hear the two people's words due to the isolation of the wine light curtain, they knew at this moment that this fate was extremely important to the two of them.

When the two met each other, it was as if they had traveled through the prehistoric times, as if they had escaped the cycle of fate.

That extremely familiar yet strange feeling gave both of them a complicated feeling at the moment.

"Are you waiting for me?"

After a long time, Ping An's face was full of confusion and he spoke.

"I don't know, I only know that I am waiting for someone, and now it is you!"

Chu Yan's old face also showed some doubts as he spoke.

Ping An hesitated: "I..."

"I don't know what you think, but what I do is because of you. Sit down!"

Chu Yan spoke softly.

When these words reached Ping An's ears, he suddenly felt extremely warm in his heart. This kind of feeling that made him feel at ease and at ease was something he had never experienced before.

He sat down safely.

Chu Yan smiled lightly and walked into the kitchen.

After a while, two golden roasted lamb legs were brought up by Chu Yan.

At the same time, Chu Yan placed two jars of wine on the table.

On top of these two jars of wine, there are red papers with the word 'Memory' written on them.

Remember the wine!

Brewed for memories, Chu Yan didn't know why he took out this memory wine. It all came out of instinct.

“Isn’t something as elegant as fine wine incompatible with something as vulgar as roasted leg of lamb?”

Ping An's roasted leg of lamb suddenly felt familiar. He didn't know where it came from. He wanted to recall it, but he couldn't, but he smiled.

"What is vulgarity and what is elegance? You are so hungry and yet you are so picky!"

When Chu Yan heard this, he immediately smiled and said.

Ping An was indeed very hungry, and that hunger did not come from above, but from his heart. He had always felt hungry. It was only when the lamb leg was roasted that he realized the source of his hunger.

At this moment, Ping An felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart: "I have been here many times over the years, but I have always been hesitant..."

"Every time you come, I know it, and I keep asking myself if you are that person!"

Chu Yan was very calm at this moment and spoke softly.

"You know, I won't trust anyone easily!"

Ping An stared at Chu Yan and said.

"I only know that you are a woman!"

Chu Yan's voice was extremely calm, and his eyes were extremely clear, as if he was telling an ordinary thing!

Ping An's face turned red!

This was the first time that someone revealed her secret.

"you……"

"Eat, it will be cold soon!"

Chu Yan didn't wait for Ping An's words to be spoken before he spoke.

Ping An didn't say anything, and he obediently picked up the leg of lamb. If this was a tacit understanding from the soul.

This leg of lamb is very ordinary, and there is no magic medicine in it, but when you eat it in your mouth and swallow it in your belly, it makes people feel very warm.

Chu Yan picked up another leg of lamb and took a bite.

Ping An hesitated again: "I..."

"Drink first!"

Chu Yan smiled lightly and poured two bowls of wine.

Ping An didn't refuse, and the two of them drank a bowl of wine each.

With the drink in his stomach, Ping An was about to speak, but Chu Yan spoke first:

"You still have a month to go!"

Hearing this, Ping An's body trembled, and his eyes showed surprise, but then he smiled bitterly: "You know everything?"

"I've known since you entered here! Even with my medical skills, I can't make up for your strange loss of life. The only way is for your artistic conception to break through!"

Chu Yan looked serious and said.

"Before that, would you like to hear me tell you a story?"

Ping An did not feel lonely because of Chu Yan's words. Over the years, she had too many things, so she asked instead.

"I have been waiting for this story for a long time!"

ps: There is a small loophole. There should be more than 32,000 imprints of the ninety years. It is strange that Xiaoqian is not sensitive to numbers. I am sorry to the math teacher. I will correct it later. Please forgive me. Moreover, everyone can guess what kind of relationship this Ping An has with Chu Yan, haha! This is a big foreshadowing!