my luck is on

"The physical sword I need should be like a liquid, able to be configured according to my own ideas. The solid body made of liquid may not be sharp enough, but it doesn't matter. The solid body is just a kind of support, and the sword spirit is the ultimate move!"

The more Lu Yang thought about it, the more excited he became. To complete the sword in his mind, these books alone were not enough.

Lu Yang bit his lip, he must first fully control the sword embryo before it can be cast into a sword.
Lu Yang walked to the table, pulled out a stack of thick bamboo slips, and began to turn the imaginary illusion into a realistic sketch.

Seeing the gradually forming sword on the table, Lu Yang couldn't help but smile.

Lu Yang lowered his head and thought for a while, then said in a low voice, "This sword of nothingness is called Voidness!"

The old man glanced at the design drawing curiously, with a surprised expression on his face.

He read a group of books, and never looked at the novel sword style in front of him, and walked over curiously.

Seeing the old man suddenly appearing next to him, studying his design drawings, with such a serious appearance, Lu Yang felt embarrassed to interrupt his train of thought.

After looking at it for a long time, the old man pondered and said, "There is a problem with your design."

"Senior, please give me pointers."

Lu Yang had no idea what went wrong with the seemingly perfect design.

The old man tapped the blade of the design drawing lightly, and said, "According to the content of your design, the blade is liquid, right?"

Lu Yang nodded lightly.

The old man continued: "You should put the core on the scabbard, this is where the liquid can be stored, and the hilt only needs to be engraved with a condensing array."

Lu Yang suddenly realized that the old man was right.

"Thank you for your advice, senior, the knowledge of senior is really amazing."

"Need not."

The old man sneered.

Both sides knew each other's identity, and Lu Yang's words made him feel dumbfounded.

The old man looked at Lu Yang indifferently, and said, "But I don't understand, old man, how dare you come to the Realm Refining School as a cultivator who practices evil skills?"

Lu Yang showed a knowing smile, and asked back: "Senior's courage is also not small."

"Humph!"

The old man sneered and said, "The higher-ups of the Lianjing faction know about my existence, and they have no opinion on it. They just hope that I can help to classify them by the way while reading through the group of books."

After finishing speaking, the old man looked a little serious, and continued: "You are different. The old man is a member of the devil's way, but he has already lost most of his cultivation, and will not pose any threat to the righteous way. Huaixie Gong, the world's righteous cultivators, no one wants to deal with you, do you really think that you can have the same treatment as the old man?"

Just as Lu Yang was about to speak, the old man suddenly said another sentence.

"Since you can be accepted by Jin Yan, I think at least in Mingli, no one dares to touch you."

"accept?"

Lu Yang looked at the old man puzzled.

"In the thousand years of my existence, you are the first person who can sit on Jin Yan's back. This is not called being accepted. This old man really doesn't understand what is accepted."

The old man looked at Lu Yang indifferently.

"Thank you senior."

Lu Yang clasped his fists together, obviously, the old man would not be talkative and reveal his identity.

"Have you thought about which five kinds of psychic liquids you want to use to refine spiritual weapons?"

"not yet."

Lu Yang shook his head, his serious lack of knowledge about the cultivation world was clearly revealed at this moment.

The old man thought for a while, then slowly said: "I will give you a few directions, fire sparrow blood, gold water, mercury, wood spirit pulp, earth dragon saliva, these five spirit liquids represent the five forms, and all of them in the Lianjing School Yes, you don’t need to search hard, it’s a better choice.”

Seeing Lu Yang's hesitant expression, the old man added: "Of course, the choice is yours, you can think about it slowly."

Lu Yang smiled, and said: "Senior misunderstood, I can get senior's advice, this junior is too happy, so why would I dislike it? I don't know if there is any way for this junior to understand the characteristics of the spirit liquid mentioned by senior."

The old man showed a surprised expression. It has been a long time since he has never seen a cultivator chasing after the source.

Every generation of monks will only ask him which choices are better, without asking why these choices are correct.

The books that should really be valued are buried in the dust of the bookshelves, and the ones that are placed on the table are those ordinary books.

With mixed feelings in his heart, the old man said, "The row of books inside meets your inner requirements."

Lu Yang said gratefully: "Thank you senior for taking the trouble to guide me, this junior will leave first."

The memory of the old man traveled through thousands of years, and the back of Lu Yang in front of him was so like Yi Qingfeng thousands of years ago.

Facing Lu Yang's back, the old man said calmly, "If you don't understand anything, you can come and ask me. I'm looking forward to the spirit sword you forged."

Lu Yang was shocked, and said with joy on his face, "This junior will definitely not let senior down."

……

In the past few days, the sword spirits of Wanjianya have been very upset. Now as long as they feel Lu Yang's breath, all the sword spirits would like to pull themselves up and hide in the corner.

In the beginning, the old turtle and the Taomu sword were quite alike, sighing for pointing the way for future generations, but now they regret it.

Everyone sighed that the world is impermanent, and they will be annoyed to death by a younger generation. Compared with Yi Qingfeng, Lu Yang is better than Yi Qingfeng in terms of asking questions!

A golden light came from the sky, seeing Lu Yang's bright smile, all the sword spirits cried in their hearts.

Jin Yan looked at the distressed expression of the sword spirit below, and he was also helpless.

Lu Yang looked around curiously, and found that the sword spirit was avoiding his eyes, as if he was a gangster who did all kinds of evil.

"What's wrong with everyone?"

Lu Yang came here to thank everyone, and now he only needs to wait for Yaochi's promise before starting to forge the sword. "

The sword spirits were moved when they heard this, and finally got rid of this haunting thing.

"Great, it's finally over!"

"I can finally sleep peacefully."

"Go to sleep……"

The rising and falling voices lamented that they had escaped Lu Yang's nightmare.

Seeing the excitement of the sword spirits in front of him, Lu Yang was very moved.

Yesterday, Wu Mingzi, that is, Lu Yang, was the magic cultivator that Zangshuge met, and he confirmed that there was no problem in any aspect of the design.

Speaking of Wu Mingzi, he is also a monk who stands alone.

Although Wu Mingzi was born as a demon cultivator, he was different from other demon cultivators. Wu Mingzi was obsessed with all kinds of books, and he did not hesitate to lose [-]% of his power for this, and devoted himself to reading books in the refining realm school.

The old turtle slowly crawled up to Lu Yang, and asked, "Boy, when will you start work?"

Generally speaking, monks need to choose a good time for casting swords and refining alchemy, and sometimes they have all the materials, and they have to wait ten or eight years for the best time.

After all, with an extra chance of success, who would take the risk of forging a sword?
Lu Yang smiled happily and said, "Tomorrow."