A retired swordsman who opened a shop in the end [Quick Transmigration]

Bai Qingxian followed the white butterfly who worked so hard and didn't know how tired he walked for a long time. The leisurely station that disappeared from Lingdu's eyes has also become a decoration tied to Bai Qingxian's long hair - a silver coin with a spirit stone key.

Although it is impossible for the leisure station to appear in front of ordinary people in a short time, if Bai Qingxian needs something, he can use it as a magic weapon for storage, but Bai Qingxian cannot enter and exit at will.

The little white butterfly walked through the streets and the city, and it took several days to finally bring Bai Qingxian to a very bustling neighborhood.

Different from the Tianjie with white walls and gray tiles as its selling point, the cross street in front of Bai Qingxian is full of neon lights in the evening, and the giant screen outside the department store near the crossroad is playing fast-paced advertisements. The comings and goings are even more dense than Tianjie.

Many of the guests who go to Paradise Street are for a special atmosphere. It is a good place for drinking tea, reading a book or taking pictures of yourself.But the cross street where Bai Qingxian is at the moment does not look like a human carnival all the time.

In the end, the little white butterfly stayed on the ground in the central square and stopped flapping its wings.

"It turned out to be in such a place." Bai Qingxian thought that the mastermind behind the exchange would be hiding in the deep mountains and old forests far away from human beings, but he didn't expect that the other party was hiding in such a bustling and bustling place.

"Exchange No. 88." In view of the other party's obsession with the number "88", Bai Qingxian tried to find a shop with the house number "88" in this block.Not long after, under the guidance of other shop numbers, he arrived at the gate of Hot Pot City with the house number "89". In the narrow gap between "89" and "87", Bai Qingxian could see a door with style and style. Similar wooden doors from other exchanges are sandwiched between them.

It's like the entrance to a fairy tale wonderland.

It's a pity that the world inside the door may not be so beautiful.

Bai Qingxian pushed the door and it was locked.

This alone proves that the door in front of him is different from the stock exchange. Bai Qingxian stretched out his hand and pressed on the handle of that door. He could feel that the door was not closed by ordinary locks, but by some locks. special power.

The power entangled on the doorknob seemed to be able to sense Bai Qingxian's approach, and also to feel that there was a different level of power in Bai Qingxian's body, so he just wrapped his fingertips around once and then he was able to move on his own. leave.

"Squeak."

The door opened a small crack in an instant, but no light came out from the door, and all Bai Qingxian could see was darkness.

After pushing the door completely open, the light from the street outside shone into the door, which allowed Bai Qingxian to see that what appeared inside the door was not an exchange, but a corridor leading to the underground. There was originally only a narrow door between No. 87 and No. 89. When the door was opened, a staircase leading to the underground appeared.

Bai Qingxian didn't light up anything, his eyes stared into the deep darkness, as if he could clearly see every step in the darkness.

The downward stairs were very long, and Bai Qingxian even felt that if he dug further down this place, he would meet a few well-equipped miners.However, following the downward passage with nine bends and eighteen bends, Bai Qingxian gradually saw a light that could be seen at the end.

Because Bai Qingxian didn't try to cover up his footsteps at all, the sound of him stepping on the stairs kept echoing in the small space, presumably someone hiding here must have heard the visitor's movement.

The closer to the light source, the more bad smell Bai Qingxian smelled.

A cultivator absorbs the energy of heaven and earth, and his whole body is clean, even dust is hard to get close to.If a monk makes his body smell so bad, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of sorcery this person has practiced, and how many things he should not have swallowed.

The world is on the verge of doomsday, but the consciousness of the world still exists, so Bai Qingxian needs to control her own power, so the mastermind behind the exchange can only hide deep underground in the city.

"Who is it?" A hoarse and echoing voice came from the depths.

"A month ago, I traded a flute at No. 88 Tianjie." Bai Qingxian did not continue to walk down, but stopped in the dark of the stairs where the other party could not see.

"That flute... I remembered, are you the original owner of that flute? It is indeed a miracle that something containing the power of heaven and earth appeared in this lowly world. Are you here to get the flute back?" He didn't panic because of the intrusion of strangers. Perhaps in the eyes of the other party, there is no way that there is a role that threatens him in this so-called "lower" world.

"You can come in here, it means that you may have some power in your body that is different from ordinary people." The voice was not only hoarse but also old-fashioned, "This kind of power may make you stand out among ordinary people, but in me cannot."

"Can you feel the power on that flute?" Bai Qingxian asked curiously.

"Isn't that flute your heirloom? You should know better than me what's special about it... However, that thing can only be used in a world without the power of heaven and earth." The voice snorted coldly, " If it was in my original world, the garbage on the roadside stalls would be bigger than the walls."

In this regard, Bai Qingxian still has to justify the name of the flute. Anyway, he bought it from a time-honored store, and the craftsmanship must be better than that of the roadside stall.

"What was your original world like?" Bai Qingxian guessed that the other party must have ulterior motives when talking to him so calmly, but he still didn't plan to come out from the shadows, "Such flutes are really everywhere?"

"Have you read the novels in this world? It's probably similar to the Xiu in those stories. He walks with a sword, spells attract thunder, and the heaven and earth are full of spiritual energy." The other party said, lowering his voice again, "If there were no such The so-called righteous people who are full of morals are even better."

Bai Qingxian raised her eyebrows. Since the other party said that, did he classify himself as evil?

"Such a world should be full of immortals, right?"

"Immortal, isn't it right in front of you?" Hearing Bai Qingxian's question, the voice suddenly became serious, "My child, I can feel that you and I are destined, and now I am forced to stay in this world and cannot leave. What you have learned in your life can only be given to those who are destined.”

Very tempting lines, but Bai Qingxian just continued to ask: "Why don't you go back to the original world?"

"..." The voice was silent for a while, "I was plotted against by villains and had to leave that world."

Bai Qingxian was a little surprised by the monk's answer. He thought he would talk about the collapse of the world, but he didn't expect that what the other party blurted out was a reason that didn't sound so real.

Destroying the balance of this world's soul for selfish desires, forcing a world to the brink of doom... If someone wants to plot against such a guy, Bai Qingxian thinks it is a good thing.

"Ahem, come here, child." The voice continued to bewitch, "Come to me."

This time, Bai Qingxian didn't hide anymore, and walked out of the passage directly, and saw a figure hiding under the city - a figure shrouded in a black robe, with a pale outstretched hand and black spots floating on it.

Coupled with the lingering stench, it doesn't look like a fairy, but like a ghoul.

"What a good child, what a lively body." The monk sat on a chair piled with various furs and waved to Bai Qingxian, "Ahem, it is our fate to meet you at this time."

"Using the soul harvested from the exchange to heal your own wounds, is this what you do here?" Bai Qingxian folded his arms and leaned against the wall next to the passage, "Your soul's wounds don't seem to heal because of this. , can devouring these souls only let you linger here?"

Bai Qingxian looked around the entire underground space. The thin air and the smell made it impossible for ordinary people to survive here. The monk was accompanied by many lifeless dolls, whose limbs were piled up together, making people creepy.

The hand that was waving froze there for an instant, and the eyes buried in the cloak should be staring at Bai Qingxian.

"This body of yours doesn't seem to fit well with the soul." Bai Qingxian looked at the black spot floating on the monk's hand again, "How long have you been in this world? How many bodies have you changed? It's reached a critical point recently , so are you in a hurry to find a new body?"

The person in front of him was as damaged as Bai Qingxian guessed before, so he used that appalling sorcery to try to restore his own soul by devouring people's souls.

It's a pity that Bai Qingxian didn't see how much this guy's soul was repaired, but he could see that his body had gradually decayed after the soul was injured, and he must have replaced a lot of bodies after that.

And the source of the body should also be an exchange.

"Who are you?" The man in the black cloak raised his head to look at Bai Qingxian. It was a haggard face with black spots, too horrifying to look directly at, "Who the hell are you?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a stream of rancid black smoke hit Bai Qingxian.

Zheng——

Jiyang's bright silver Wujian instantly appeared around Bai Qingxian's body, and after cutting through the black smoke, it flew back to its master to protect him.

Those gray and white eyes that seemed to be unable to see were staring straight at Bai Qingxian, and the man in the cloak even trembled and stood up from the seat, because not only the sword but also the sword appeared around Bai Qingxian's body. There is a heavy sword box with silver glow standing beside him.

Fortunately, the man in the cloak hid himself deep underground in the city, so Bai Qingxian's movements were much freer.

There was another sound of the sword, and the dark black Zijian came out of the sword box, protecting Bai Qingxian's body.

"Bai Qingxian."

Hearing the name of the young man standing opposite, the man's voice trembled: "Bai——Bai Jianxian?!"

"It seems that you know me." Bai Qingxian caught Wu Jian in front of him, no longer doubting the other party's identity.It's just that the No. 88 Exchange is bright and beautiful, but the main messenger behind the scenes is downcast like a ghoul.

"Hahahahaha!" I didn't expect the cloaked man on the opposite side to laugh, "I didn't expect a character like you to be exiled by them?"

"Exile?" Bai Qingxian frowned.

"If it wasn't for being exiled, what did you Bai Jianxian do in such a ghostly place that doesn't even have the energy of heaven and earth?" The man in the cloak took it for granted.

Bai Qingxian suddenly understood: "So you don't know what happened in the cultivation world?"