As soon as the puppet scripture finished speaking, Ruan Tang's beautiful brows furrowed.
Break the formation, set up the formation...
These things are enough to send chills down your spine.
The rudimentary array formations she pieced together from the eccentric old man were good enough for drawing on paper, but if she were to actually use them, she probably wouldn't even be able to grasp the core of the formation.
She subconsciously looked up and looked at Yan Yu for help.
Yan Yu seemed to have expected her to do this, and gently patted her thin back with his large hand.
No rush.
His voice was deep and steady, and the warmth emanating from it, penetrating through the thin fabric, instantly soothed the restlessness in Ruan Tang's heart.
“We know nothing about the enemy right now, so we can’t alert them.” Yan Yu’s logic was like a sharp scalpel, precisely dissecting the core of the problem. “The most urgent task is to figure out their movements.”
Ruan Tang immediately understood and nodded her chin forcefully in front of her chest.
"Yes! We must keep an eye on them first!"
How can we keep an eye on them?
Sending puppets would be too conspicuous. Sending them themselves would be like sending lambs to the slaughter, as they are unfamiliar with the area.
Ruan Tang was worrying when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck her, and she thought of her little baby.
She peeked out from Yan Yu's arms like she was showing off a treasure, her almond-shaped eyes shining brightly.
"Brother, I have a plan!"
All I could see was her fair, delicate hand making a gentle sweeping motion in the air.
Several palm-sized butterflies appeared out of nowhere and began to flutter and dance in the room.
These butterflies are translucent pale blue, with wings as thin as cicada wings, and a barely perceptible shimmering light flowing across them. They flutter silently, without even stirring a breeze.
The little white dog, perched on Ruan Tang's shoulder, stared wide-eyed with curiosity and stretched out its tiny mithril claws to grab her. Ruan Tang gently tapped its forehead with her finger, and the dog squeaked in grievance before retracting its claws.
"This is a spirit butterfly I refined using the Azure Vine Cloud Mist Technique." Ruan Tang's tone held a hint of pride. "It has little offensive power, but it excels in its stealth. Unless a highly skilled expert scans it inch by inch with their divine sense, they won't be able to detect it. It's perfect for surveillance."
Yan Yu looked at the few pretty little creatures flying quietly under the light, and his dark eyes flashed with approval.
His little girl always surprises him.
"Go ahead." Ruan Tang stretched out her finger and gently pointed towards the window.
Several butterflies immediately obeyed and flew through the thin window paper without leaving any trace, instantly disappearing into the swirling snow outside.
With the "scouts" released, Ruan Tang finally felt relieved.
She relaxed completely, then leaned back against Yan Yu's firm chest, finding the most comfortable position to snuggle up and rub against him contentedly.
Even the most important matters must wait until after the New Year to be discussed.
Right now, her first New Year with Yan Yu is the most important thing.
The Lunar New Year for the Jixiang Brigade didn't really have much of a festive atmosphere.
Apart from the thicker smoke rising from the chimneys of every household and the occasional firecracker set off by children in the snow, the whole village remained quiet.
The area around the educated youth settlement was even more deserted.
The so-called New Year's Eve dinner is just a pot of bland cabbage and potato stew, with not a trace of oil in it.
Shen Yishan frowned, swallowing slowly, but dared not utter a single complaint.
Jin Yuhong didn't even touch it, and just said coldly that she wasn't hungry.
Several male educated youths huddled together, warming themselves with a few puffs of cheap liquor.
Duan Zhou took a big gulp, wincing from the spiciness. His handsome face scrunched up like a bun as he complained in his scalding Rongcheng dialect, "Oh my, this New Year's is so bland! Back where I'm from, the place would be overflowing with sausages and cured meats by now!"
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