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

Before returning to Qingxian Station, Bai Qingxian went to ask the boss Mu next door for advice, and knew that what the two people met at the station was telling the truth.

Among the so-called old laws, there are still some regulations that have not been abolished, or rather than regulations, they are more like customs that have been handed down to this day.

For example, as long as there is a legitimate reason, as long as a person with special status is willing to be a guarantee, he can challenge the designated object, and all right and wrong will be decided by the winner or loser.

The most difficult part of this custom is to find a guarantor. There are only a handful of guarantors in the entire Canglan Empire. Even the bookstore owner Mu can only think of His Majesty the Sky and the representatives of the Yan family.

The Yan family is the descendant of the creator of "The Love History of the Two Saints". They used to be the dignitaries next to the Sage Emperor, and they are still the richest man in the Cangnan Empire.

"This one basically exists in name only." When Boss Mu answered, he was very satisfied with Bai Qingxian's attitude of seeking knowledge, and even took the initiative to transfer several books to him, so that he could read them whenever he wanted.

"Thank you."

Seeing Boss Mu's generosity, for the first time, Bai Qingxian hoped that the neighbor next door was engaged in high-end technology business, maybe he could see what the so-called cloud network really is.

Bai Qingxian glanced across the street, feeling somewhat nostalgic for the No. 88 exchange where he could enter and exit at will.

After returning to the Xiaoxian Station, Bai Qingxian found the white butterfly that had fallen asleep on the counter.Originally thought that the little guy could wake up, but he didn't expect the white butterfly on the counter to cocoon again, turning into a small white ball.

"Mr. Fortune Tree, let's take care of this little guy for a while." Bai Qingxian put the white dumpling into the clay pot full of heaven and earth energy in the rustling voice of Mr. Fortune Tree.

Back on the second floor of the store, Bai Qingxian found that the bedroom on the second floor was different from the previous world, such as the balcony of the bedroom.

In the last world, the balcony of the bedroom on the second floor was very large. Except for the door between the bedroom and the bedroom, it was completely open. You can breathe the freshest air and enjoy the whole street by leaning on the railing. scene.

In this world, although the potted plants on the balcony are still there, the open balcony has become a floor-to-ceiling window, and the glass of the leisure station separates the inside and the outside into two worlds.

This made Bai Qingxian unable to hear the noise of the outside world, but could see the dazzling neon lights of the outside world.

Even so, Bai Qingxian chose to close the curtains.

The street outside became like this, and people walking on the ground felt more oppressed.If the high tower in Wangcheng is still there, people who have climbed to the top of the tower may not be able to find the street where the two saints met. An eye-piercing drone billboard.

If he hadn't agreed to watch the excitement with Boss Mu tomorrow, no, watch the engagement ceremony together, Bai Qingxian would really like to close the store and go to the border to see the Zerg, maybe those things would be more intimate than the current world.

In the end, Bai Qingxian let Qingxian Station weaken the isolation of external sounds, allowing some small noises to enter the ears of the shop and Boss Bai.Although Bai Qingxian doesn't like the sound outside, the leisure station that cuts off everything is too quiet, so quiet that it's easy for people to think wildly.

People who practice Taoism can naturally rest in bed with ordinary people, but ordinary people will choose to surf the Internet or read books after bedridden, and Bai Qingxian only wants to appreciate the new sword he refined during the retreat.

"Lingdu."

It is not the crossing of the ferry, but the speed of passing.

Following Bai Qingxian's soft call, a small sword appeared in Bai Qingxian's hand.

Bai Qingxian's natal sword is about four fingers wide, Zijian, Wujian and other twelve swords are also three fingers wide, and the blades are all of normal length.But now the Lingdu Feijian that appeared in Bai Qingxian's hands was only the size of a palm, barely wide enough to touch.

Much smaller than the size of a dagger.

The whole body is a strange metallic blue, without a hilt and no hilt is needed, and the position near the edge will gradually turn into ordinary metallic silver, so exquisite that it looks like a work of art, even Bai Qingxian feels that the newly refined sword very beautiful.

This is also the first time that Bai Qingxian has refined such a small-sized flying sword. The next second when the little thing slowly floats up from his palm, it whirls around Bai Qingxian's body as if suddenly waking up. Qingxian's swords are definitely one of the best.

It looks too lively, even a little naughty.

Bai Qingxian glanced at Ling Dujian, and then the little flying sword obediently flew back to its master's hand, and fell silent with a soft sword cry.

"It's small, but it's very tough." Bai Qingxian looked at Ling Dujian with satisfaction in his eyes. Swords made from top-quality sword embryos occasionally have some characteristics of the cultivator, which is why Boss Bai insisted on it. The reason for the name "Lingdu".

The advantage of the Lingdu sword is that it is small and flexible, and it requires less energy from the heavens and the earth to use it.

After all, compared with Zijian Wujian, Lingdujian abandoned the special ability that the sword should have, and focused all its advantages on the reduction of the sword body and the improvement of agility and speed, and made this advantage to the extreme.

Put Ling Du sword back into the sword case like other sword weapons, and Bai Qingxian fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know... Is the sword embryo seed that was given to Cang Lan at the beginning matured now?

When she woke up the next morning, Bai Qingxian subconsciously looked at the things on the bedside table.Before that, there should be a ten-year countdown to Bai Qingxian's departure from this world on the bedside table, but now it has become an ordinary clock, displaying the time of 6:30 in an ordinary way.

Maybe even the leisure station didn't know when they should leave.

"Wait for a while." Bai Qingxian still has a good impression of the world with the power of heaven and earth.

If it weren't for the fact that the spiritual liquid pool stored in the underground abyss of the Qingxian Station had reached the limit that the station itself could accommodate, Bai Qingxian might continue to retreat.Although he can't continue refining the psychic liquid now, he can observe the absorption of the psychic liquid by his best friend's soul in this world.

There are also many spiritual stones that have been exhausted in the previous world hidden in the warehouse of Qingxian Station, and they have even piled up into hills. Bai Qingxian is planning to take a few with him, and then use some of them to make new wind chimes and hang them outside the store , when it is charging.

Bai Qingxian's best friend is a guy who has a habit of hoarding, so before the Palace of Leisure and Idleness was refined, he had already moved all kinds of things from the cultivation world into it and hid them inside.Whether it's what he likes to eat, what Bai Qingxian likes to use, or even what Bai Qingxian glanced at when he went out to play, he can find it in the warehouse of the leisure station.

At that time, Bai Qingxian just let him be happy because he only had such a friend, but now Bai Qingxian is used to doing what these close friends used to do.

"Morning, Boss Bai."

When Bai Qingxian walked out of the store with a rough "wind chime", the owner Mu next door was smoking an electronic cigarette at the door.

Today's Boss Mu is wearing dark green networking glasses, a green blouse and dark green overalls, plus his own dark green hair and beard, standing there like a vegetable.

"Morning, Boss Mu."

The "wind chime" in Bai Qingxian's hand can only be described as rough, but he used the rope he didn't know where to find, and strung up the spirit stones one by one like a zongzi, ten pieces were strung together on one rope , and then tied three strings of spirit stones to a flower branch folded in the backyard, and hung them directly outside the store door.

"This is... to ward off evil spirits?" Boss Mu next door obviously couldn't understand Boss Bai's operation.

"Newly made wind chimes." Bai Qingxian was still wearing the black robe, the big hood and the special ability of the robe made people subconsciously ignore his face, even if he looked carefully, he couldn't see it clearly, "Isn't it pretty?"

"Ahem." Boss Mu covered it up with a cough.

"Did Boss Mu open the shop so early today?"

"No, I'm going out to buy something. There will be more people watching the ceremony together in the afternoon, and the live broadcast may take a long time. It's better to prepare some drinks, snacks and popcorn." Boss Mu adjusted his glasses, "I'm checking The shopping list those old guys gave me, and the nearby stores that are doing activities."

"Do you need help?"

"No, no, just leave it to me." The enthusiastic Boss Mu said, waving goodbye to Bai Qingxian.

Although the neighbors I met this time were not as convenient as the exchange, they made Bai Qingxian's mood in this world much happier. When he turned his head to look at Sheng Linjie in the morning, his mood sank again.

The St. Lin Street during the day is actually not much different from the night. The drones and suspended light strips are still there, and the billboards are still brainwashed to play various repetitive advertisements. The main road in China is more like a parking strip for suspended cars and suspended buses.

When Bai Qingxian raised his head and wanted to look up at the sky, what he could see were hovering cars flying by in mid-air.

"Hahaha--"

There were also some hovering cars that flew by that didn't drive in the mid-air lane at all, and the passengers on the car left a series of laughter when they were racing, and the surrounding hovering cars made abusive sounds.

It is a world that is more lively in the air than on the ground.

Not flattering.

Obviously it is the capital of the country, but Bai Qingxian standing on the ground feels that he is forced to be suppressed at the bottom, and the oppressive feeling of not being able to see the sky makes him want to leave here all the time, or simply sweep away those "things" that cover the sky .

Perhaps it is to decorate the suspended car, even the chassis of the car is equipped with light strips of various colors.For Bai Qingxian who didn't wear that kind of glasses and didn't have enough money to buy them, this kind of light strip can only make people feel worse.

"It's hard to see the sky now, isn't it?" An old male voice suddenly came from beside Bai Qingxian.

Turning around, I found that the person speaking was an old man leaning on a cane. Although his hair was all white, his waist was straight and his mental outlook was very good. Even if he was a little angry, the walking stick in his hand looked more like a Carry decorations.

The other party also did not wear glasses, and was wearing a very elegant black suit, with a folded red handkerchief decorating the chest pocket.

The cane in the old man's hand is also very particular, and there is something that looks like a badge near the head of the cane, with the word "flame" vaguely written on it.