Lu Xingyao had not been exposed to special formation drawing.

However, the mecha maker was originally a multidisciplinary and comprehensive practical profession.

Her current body of seven or eight years old, the control of her wrists and fingers really can't be exerted to the extent after training, but it is enough to reproduce the formation that is vague in her mind but also has warnings at key nodes.

The color of blood formed a coherent pattern on the blank ground she had specially cleared.

The blank yellow paper that Bo Yan prepared for her before she left the sect and a few array chips to satisfy her curiosity came in handy at this time, and the soaked yellow paper was fixed on this nearly circular formation trajectory by the array chips, and the holes formed by her forced pressing on the ground between the twisted lines were formed, and there were blood-colored nodes converging.

Then, when the last stroke on her finger fell, the entire formation suddenly lit up, and dust glowing with silver and bright red light spots rose from the ground, gradually forming an illusory red butterfly in the center of the formation.

When the light of the butterfly's wings was in full bloom, what Lu Xingyao saw was not the scene where the butterfly she wanted to see flying directly in the direction of guidance, but the left half of the butterfly's wings suddenly collapsed.

Flying is indeed able to fly, but it seems that the movement of flapping wings is a little stiff.

"Sure enough, you still can't rely on intuition too much. ”

Lu Xingyao wiped his fingers on the handkerchief, and quickly wiped the previous formation from the dust and sawdust on the ground on his feet, and cleared a clearing again.

Before that clean-up process, she had plenty of time to confirm the reason why the previous formation had failed to achieve the desired goal-

There are a few brushstrokes on the left side of the formation, and she uses not the habit of drawing formations, but the way of drawing energy circuits on the mecha with more twisting strokes.

Since she failed once, she certainly wouldn't make such a mistake the second time.

And with the memory of the first drawing, the second time she dropped her blood-dipped fingers to the ground to pick up the pen, her fingers moved faster, and her twisting posture became smoother and more agile.

When the last chip fell, the red nodes lit up one by one, and this time it was indeed a complete butterfly, not some defective product.

"Go!"

Lu Xingyao snorted softly.

The butterfly raised its wings and flew out through the main entrance of the house.

The night breeze lifted its lithe body, making its flapping wings more like it was being swayed by the wind, but its path was not that of drifting, but clearly had an absolutely definite destination.

"I don't know what a magic trick is doing with such a good look. ”

While the butterfly was still there, of course she couldn't destroy the formation on the ground, hoping that no one would see it during this time, and then after the exploration was over, she still had time to come back and clean up the scene.

This kind of thing called the Blood Attraction Secret Method was originally supposed to be Chang Ning using the blood of the target he was targeting to track down the location of his soul, after all, the blood qi was easy to be blocked by some special formations, but the breath of the soul itself would not.

It's a pity that with her current cultivation, this kind of tracing trace is only realized in a small area, but fortunately, this is enough.

Despite the butterfly's small size, its flight speed in the air is not slow at all.

Lu Xingyao endured the pain and slapped a wind talisman on himself to catch up with its speed.

Fortunately, before the effect of this talisman was exhausted, the butterfly's speed had slowed down, and it seemed to be discerning the surrounding situation in order to obtain the most accurate positioning.

The aura injected during the formation formed a master-slave relationship with the butterfly, although it was not possible to completely make the butterfly obey the instructions, so that it would not be a problem to pounce directly on the target it had chosen.

The butterfly turned through a narrow alley ahead.

In front of Lu Xingyao was a river in the city, and across the arch bridge that was connecting with this narrow alley on the river, it was not the same narrow road, but a slightly wide enough road to accommodate three carriages in parallel.

Under the tug of her fingertips, the butterfly slowed down a little, to be precise, it had come to the vicinity of that destination, hovering on the outer wall, and it would not continue to explore without Lu Xingyao's order.

"Are you sure it's here?"

The butterfly, of course, doesn't speak, but just moves up and down.

With a flash of inspiration from her fingertips, she directly crushed the red butterfly into powder.

Then, with a light step, he stepped on the wall in front of him.

The two-man high enclosure was not an ordinary house, but a spacious open space, to be precise, a small garden that obviously did not look like it would appear in the city, but this garden was a little different from the ordinary ones, with few tall trees, and was almost distinguished by shrubs and bricks on the ground, forming a pattern of arcs.

Further on, it is not a mansion, but an ancestral hall that looks a little dilapidated and does not match the newness of the exterior wall.

And what is somewhat inconsistent with the general style of the "ancient" ancestral hall in Lu Xingyao's impression is that this ancestral hall does not form a solid foundation with the load-bearing structure at the bottom, and the impression left on Lu Xingyao between these faces is top-heavy.

The staggered weaving lines pressed against the masonry roof underneath, making the roof swell in a circle, and she could vaguely see that there seemed to be something on the roof, but the distance and the cover of the night made her unable to confirm it.

When it's time to be iron, you still have to be iron, but when it's time to be from the heart, Lu Xingyao is still able to bend and stretch.

Night is indeed a suitable time to explore, but it is not a suitable time to explore such a territory with obviously strange ghost and god powers or evil cultivators, and the night will inevitably fuel some power lurking in it.

"If I had the seventh layer of Qi training, no, the ninth layer of Qi training, I would definitely not want to go and kick the door open directly. ”

It's a pity that although she has the ability to compete with the fourth or fifth level of Qi cultivation now, when it comes to ghosts or enemies with special magic skills, this kind of physical strength does not have much use.

"It seems that I have to find a way to lure He Yan and them over during the day, and I have to think of a better reason. ”

She thought so as she jumped off the wall.

Before leaving, she glanced in the direction of the strange ancestral hall, making sure she had enough to remember the object's features.

Then without hesitation, she returned to the house where she had drawn the formation before, erased all the traces she left, and then walked towards the inn.

"Where have you been...... When I woke up in the middle of the night to find that you were gone, I almost went out to look for you. ”

As soon as she stepped into the door of the inn, she saw He Yan standing there, not like she had a lock of neatly combed hair playfully curled there, and her face was so scary how scary it looked when the red lantern at the door of the inn was illuminated.

"I saw that there was a night market outside, so I went out. ”

Lu Xingyao's hand behind his back was raised, revealing the small wonton he was holding in his hand.