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

Bai Qingxian is a wandering swordsman, wandering from world to world, trying to find a place to stop and spend a leisurely retirement life, but he can't get it right.

He is not a sword cultivator who jumped out of the cracks in the rocks. The world he was born in does not have so-called modern high-tech, but it is a world of cultivation where everyone can practice.In that world, there are many people like Bai Qingxian who are dedicated to cultivating the Tao and not caring about world affairs, but most of them are still fighting for power and wealth. The two ways of good and evil are endless.

In the eyes of the world, the so-called evil ways do all kinds of evil, and the so-called right way... In Bai Qingxian's view, many righteous way monks are just hypocrites who have done bad things and don't admit it.

But these are all in the past, because that world has long since collapsed due to the arrival of the end.Bai Qingxian, who survived with the help of a special treasure, may be the only survivor of that catastrophe.

Even if he was an extremely powerful swordsman in that world, after Bai Qingxian escaped from the collapsing world, he would not be able to survive in the gaps in the world, so he could only find a new world to settle down.

But those worlds with perfect rules and no loopholes do not allow outsiders like Bai Qingxian to enter.As a sword cultivator, Bai Qingxian has a power that is completely incompatible with other worlds, allowing him to enter will only lead to signs of collapse in the originally well-regulated world.

Therefore, the worlds he can settle in are all on the verge of destruction like his hometown. These worlds near the end are full of loopholes, like a safe with holes, they have to allow Bai Qingxian to enter.

At the same time, these worlds are also extremely fragile and fragile because of the approaching doomsday. Bai Qingxian has to control her own power, otherwise a single carelessness will make the world near the end worse, and the lingering will of these worlds will do their best to restrain them. his ability.

Only when the world where he is staying is really approaching the end, will the restrictions on Bai Qingxian disappear, that feeling of letting go is like breaking a can, no matter how much Bai Qingxian tosses the world, it will not become better Oh no.

"How many exchanges are there around here?" The object of Bai Qingxian's conversation at the moment is the Moshizi sword floating in front of him at the moment. The material for refining the Zijian is the black gold stone he found before the collapse of his homeland. Eleven swords such as Chou, Yin, Mao, and Chen were also forged together. Because they all have relatively practical abilities, they became Bai Qingxian's commonly used swords after he settled down.

Jianxiu's love for swords is like a person who likes to go shopping and buy clothes. He always feels that there is one new piece of clothing missing in his closet, and he hopes to have more and more clothes.Therefore, apart from the natal swords related to soul life, sword repairers are on the road of forging new swords every day.

So Jianxiu became the most "poor" existence among those who cultivated the Tao.

In other words, Bai Qingxian's faint "poor" atmosphere is not a recent thing. In order to collect materials to refine new swords, Bai Qingxian has been poor for at least hundreds of years. up.

In this world, Bai Qingxian's own power can be used as long as he can - this is also to avoid causing trouble to the current world, so with the help of the sword forged by himself, he can use his ability better.

His hand caressed the ink-colored sword, and the quaint blade flashed a light golden streamer. In the next second, what Bai Qingxian saw in his field of vision had undergone earth-shaking changes.In the middle of the night, the street lights dimmed instantly, and the night view of the city turned gray and black in his eyes.

In the monotonous gray, black and white colors, Bai Qingxian can see two different colors in the direction of Tianjie not far away.

One of the buildings was shrouded in purple mist, and its location was undoubtedly No. 88, Tianjie.The reason for this scene is that through Bai Qingxian's eyes at the moment, something with special power can be seen.

The world Bai Qingxian lives in now is very ordinary. No one has special abilities, and there are no terrible invading monsters. The only thing that is special is the existence of those exchanges.So with the help of Zijian, Bai Qingxian can easily find the existence of the exchange.

Of course, in addition to No. 88 Tianjie, there is another color directly opposite No. 88 Tianjie.

It is the same color as the charm imprint painted by Bai Qingxian on Lin Lin's wrist. The translucent white and silvery white gradually flow, like the clear light under the moon. Even in the monotonous world of gray and black, it is also a beautiful and incomparable color.

That is the color of "Xiao Xian Station" after trying its best to restrain itself.

If the house has a soul, it sees that those who pass by No. 88 Tianjie are tempted to push the door to enter, while the "Xiaoxian Station" on the opposite side is ignored, and it is normal to have some petty tempers that want to compete.

Therefore, it will pull some people who should have walked into No. 88 Tianjie into the "Qingyao Station", which has caused so many customers of the exchange to go to the wrong place.

"After I go back, I still tell it to keep a low profile."

Bai Qingxian looked at other directions of the city. He knew that there was more than one such exchange, but it was impossible for every street to have one.So after Bai Qingxian looked around, he only found a faint purple spot of light in the next area, which was about two hours' drive from Tianjie.

"Two hours?"

His eyes fell on Zijian at his hand, the ink-colored sword trembled slightly under Bai Qingxian's hands, as if he was saying something.

"It's better to keep a low profile."

As soon as Bai Qingxian finished speaking, she directly grasped Zijian's hilt, and jumped directly from the tens of stories of tall buildings... directly!

With Zijian's concealment ability, even if Bai Qingxian went downstairs in such a rough way, he would not attract anyone's attention, let alone panic because he suddenly saw a figure jumping down from a high place.

Moreover, the person who jumped down from a high place couldn't remember how long it had been since he had done such an act different from ordinary people.Every time he came to a new world, Bai Qingxian asked himself to be an ordinary grocery store owner, and he tried his best to do so.

but……

How can a sword cultivator who is always regarded as arrogant and unruly by other cultivators suppress his nature day and night like this?So Bai Qingxian jumped down from a high place and let himself fall against the wind, but the falling tendency stopped abruptly when he was about to hit the ground, and then he fell to the ground like a willow blown by the wind, his movements were as slow as clouds, but it was a pity that he was not caught anyone sees.

After landing, Bai Qingxian combed the blown hair on his forehead, walked straight to the side of the road like in a movie, and raised his thumb smartly to stop the taxi coming towards him.

It's a pity that Zijian's power is still affecting Bai Qingxian, and the taxi driver won't even notice that someone is stopping the car on the side of the road.

"Cough." Bai Qingxian, who was pretending to be unrestrained, also realized belatedly that he didn't bring any money when he went out, and there were only a few coins in his pocket at most for taking the bus.

It's still the kind that never returns.

Otherwise, Yu Jian will still be there when he comes back, right?

Poverty made Boss Bai succumb, and he counted all the coins in his pocket as he walked to the bus stop not far away.In this modern society where even transportation cards require real names, Boss Bai, who has no money and no identification, can only rely on coins to get around. Not only is there no internet connection in the Qingxian Station, but there is no electricity. recharge".

But Bai Qingxian has a lot of things like spirit stones.

There was no one on the bus in the middle of the night, even if they couldn't notice Bai Qingxian's existence because of Zijian, it didn't prevent Bai Qingxian from following others on the bus, and the driver would not pay attention to the passengers getting on the bus Where did the extra coin-operating sound come from?

It was already late at night, and the few passengers on the bus looked exhausted. There were migrant workers who had worked overtime until now, and there were also students who had worked so hard to study.

Bai Qingxian sat in the seat behind the two students for a while, and then heard the two students who had been playing with their mobile phones begin to communicate.

"Hey, have you heard of that exchange? I heard that people who go there can trade for anything they want."

"Money?"

"It's not just about money. From what I read on the Internet, it seems that someone traded his luck in the next life for his family's life, and then his family's illness quickly improved, and he himself has been unlucky since that day. It's very evil!"

"Should it be just a coincidence? He might have been a little unlucky in those few days, and then the hospital cured his family?" In this ordinary world, there are still a few people who believe in all kinds of absurd stories, and most people just spread them around for entertainment. That's all.

"If there is such a place, many people's dreams will come true." The student sighed again, "We just need to trade things for the chance to go to college, and we don't need to go back and forth to cram schools like this every day."

"That's not true. I heard that people who went to that exchange seemed to end up miserable, and some even suffered from sudden loss of soul." Just mentioning the disease of "loss of soul", the student's tone All panicked.

"After all, if that exchange really exists, it must be a deal with the devil."

"..."

The bus at night is actually quiet most of the time. When no one is talking, there is only the sound of the car TV in the car.

There is no TV, no computer, and no mobile phone in the leisure station, so when the other passengers closed their eyes and rested their minds, Bai Qingxian watched with great interest, and the content played on the car TV happened to be related to "lost soul disease". String attention information.

"Soul-lost disease", upon hearing this name, Bai Qingxian had some bad associations.

And according to the reports on TV, the number of people suffering from dementia is increasing at a weird rate, and there are three different types of dementia, with the same symptoms, but different conditions when they develop the disease.

One is congenital dementia, that is, the baby develops symptoms of dementia shortly after birth and passes away within a short period of time.

One is chronic dementia. The early symptoms are similar to Alzheimer's disease, but many patients are not very old, but become lethargic as the disease worsens, and eventually become unconscious.

There is also a kind of sudden loss of soul disease. The sick person has never experienced the symptoms of loss of soul disease, but suddenly fell asleep one day, and there has been no case of waking up so far.

"Ha ha."

Following the explanation of the news, a sneer came from behind Bai Qingxian, and then a sarcastic voice——

"The soul has been sold, isn't it the disease of losing the soul?"

Because Bai Qingxian was carrying Zijian with the ability to hide, he looked directly at the passenger who made a sarcastic statement.It was a male passenger who was already drunk, lying in the last row of the bus with a flushed face, and seemed to be delirious due to drunkenness.

"Why, why are you going to find those devils to trade!"

"Hahaha, you are so stupid, you begged those demons for our son's soul-loss disease, and you just sold your soul!"

"Have you ever thought about how I feel?"

"Although my son is awake, he is not our son at all, not at all! The one who wakes up is not our son!"

"They say I think too much, but how can a parent not know his son?"

"That's a ghost driven by evil spirits, it's not our son at all!"

The drunk man lying in the last row kept talking in his sleep, but Bai Qingxian almost understood some of his stories.The man's wife seems to have sold her soul on the exchange in order to cure her soul-destroyed son.After the transaction was successful, their son did wake up, but the man felt that it was not their son who woke up.

If the cause of anthrax is the loss of the soul, if the lost soul can never be found again...

So what exactly did the exchange put into their son's body after the transaction was established?