Chapter 17: Beifengguo

Yang Shiyan issued a secret order to the newly-collected ghost brother. When he looked up, he found that his master looked at himself not far away and quickly greeted him: "Master, can we leave?"
Yin nodded: "The time is tight, we will set off immediately and go to Beifeng."
He did not ask what his little boy had been doing, or that he did whatever he wanted to do. Once the young bird grows up, sooner or later, he will leave the mother's nest and fly high to find his own territory.
In this regard, he is only as happy as his father.
Yang gray smoke tears open a transmission symbol, and the layers of stacked gears are closely combined. The center of the golden light gradually rises, and there is a passage across the space.
In the next second, the two have returned to the familiar West Yin Palace, not far from the Royal Treasury. The second transmission of the ash and cigarettes of the ash was ripped, and the two figures that had just appeared disappeared again.
In a gorgeous treasure house not far from this, the floating mirror of the fairy swells in the air is slightly shaken. The sly figure looked up in a certain direction in the void, and laughed.
"Escape is very fast."
It did not forget the two madmen who had offended him. They thought that the two men were already dead. They did not expect to appear in the scope of his spiritual perception. Let it meet again next time, and they will let them have no bones and souls.
The location of the transmission symbol is located in a sparsely grove. The cold northwest wind blew the few yellow leaves left in the treetops, like the bleak scenery of the bald head.
Yin was slightly chilly, and he wore a white fox on his shoulder. Looking up, my little male pet has opened a magical oil paper umbrella, blocking the direction of the cold wind.
"I don't want to be a slave, Xiyin's September autumn style, but in Beifeng, it is a cold wind, winter snow is coming." Yang gray smoke is a little annoyed, go out too urgent, did not prepare the luggage for his owner.
Yin took his hand and put a piece of warmth on his lips: "When you enter the city, you can add some clothes to get it."
The two are intimately in one place, a delicate and eternal, an eye-catching red enchanting, oily paper umbrella depicting a blossoming lotus flower, which seems to make this small world a beautiful and freehand picture.
The two men hidden behind the dead tree almost watched the idiot.
Yang Ash took care of his own owner and only had the heart to deal with other things. Lifting a foot and kicking a stone, shot like a sword: "Are you sneaking enough?"
The stone hit the tree where the two men were hiding, and they made a small hole.
The brothers yelled and ran out in a panic: "We didn't deliberately peek, please let the immortals spare us once..."
They are local hunters who used to lurk in this grove for a sneak peek. Yin Li and Yang Shiyan Xuanzhi’s mysterious appearance appeared out of thin air, but they were shocked by the prey they waited for for a long time.
However, the two did not bother to regret the dinner today, I was afraid that they had inadvertently saw the picture that should not be seen, and provoked the big man who should not be provoked.
The younger brother Pan Shanhu’s head is clever, pushing the older brother Pan Shanhu:
Big brother, you go to the top, the family’s nephews and prostitutes will take care of them, you can rest assured.

The older and thicker brother is angry with the fire: "Bastard, are you still a brother, do you remember my wife and children? Why don't you go to die!"
In this poor and bitter land, it is very good for a man to find a wife. In order to continue the blood, some families share a woman and give birth to a child.
The two pushed and shoved, and unconsciously moved away from Yin and Yang Shiyan. Seeing that the two immortals had no movement, the two brothers gave each other a look and ran.
Not far from how far, I saw the red-haired boy who was holding the ink lotus flower paper umbrella in front of the fluttering, and the two people of the evil charm smiled. Although his face is beautiful, he has a sigh of horror.
The brothers are suffering in their hearts. In front of this, the great beauty is actually a golden Danish monk who can fly in the wind. The two refining eight-layer monks are in the eyes of others, I am afraid that even the dishes are not counted.
Escape can not escape, the Pan brothers can only ask for mercy: "The immortal adults are large, let us have a way of life, we have eighty mothers, there are yellow mouth children..."
Yang ash smoked and chuckled, his tone soft: "What do you want to say, I want your life to be useful."
Yin stayed slowly, the white foxes swayed slightly in the wind, and the temperature was: "The two don't panic, we first came here, just want to ask you a way."

Ask the way?
Pan’s brothers face each other, is that just the case?
Do not blame them for being indiscriminate, and regard Yin and Yang as a wicked person. In the Beifeng country, the high-ranking monks are mostly cruel and unsatisfactory. In the eyes of the superiors, the status of mortals is similar to that of livestock.
Yin Li said that Yang Shiyan had produced a few broken pieces of silver and handed them: "Where are we now, is it the junction of Beifeng and Dongyue?"
The brothers were shocked with the broken silver, they have never encountered such a polite high-ranking monk.
Yang gray smoke impatiently squeaky urge: "My host asked you what?"
The brothers slowed down and rushed back and said: "This is the boundary of the North Fengguo. To the west is the home of our hometown. There are a river in the east for more than 100 miles. The river is Dongyue. The borders of the country."
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Yin nodded, it seems that they did not go wrong. The place where the North Emperor of the Northern Seal visited the West Yin messenger was in the county, and the treasure of the blood sea demon was said to be in the upper reaches of the Liusha River.
"Thank you two." Yin Li and Yang Shiyan did not embarrass them, and the fluttering of the clothes left.
Looking at the back of the immortal fairy, the brothers were a little unbelievable.
Is this finished?
Panshan Fox muttered: "Listen to their accent, it seems to be a high-ranking monk on the side of the Western Yin State."
Pan Shanhu measured the broken silver in his hand, his complex complex and slightly longing for aspirations: "Xi Yin is the western hegemon of today's mainland. It is said that there have been no wars for thousands of years, people live and work in peace, and gold is everywhere."
In the past, it was just a hearsay. Today, I saw the mighty monks of the Western Yin State so kindly, which is in stark contrast with the brutal and incompetent people of the North Fengguo. Both brothers have some feelings in their hearts.
"If one day, I can go to Xiyin with a nephew and a prostitute."
"Yes……"
The elder brother suddenly reacted. "Bastard, still remember my wife and children? I am dying of your rabbit."
The distant Yin and the gray smoke did not know that the brothers who fell in love with each other were guilty. They waited until sunset and the night, when the night came, they sneaked into the county.
The spy who is inserted here by Xi Yin Guoan is the treasurer of Fulai Inn. He has already received the above order, and it is not unexpected to see Yin Li and Yang Shiyan who came to visit late at night.
After placing the two people in the already prepared Tianzi room, Yan Fugui timely reported the current situation.
"I don't know why the treasures of the blood sea devils have been leaked. The county has recently come to a lot of strangers in the field. There are two devils."
Yang gray smoke unpleasant frown: "The second emperor of Beifeng is useless, and such confidential information will actually leak, which is completely troublesome for us."
If Yin is thoughtful, this is eccentric, but he hasn't figured out what's wrong with him: "Let's wait and see, let's take a look at how the North Emperor and his two men will crack the current mess."
Before the departure of the treasurer, ask if the two masters have other instructions.
Yang ash smoke thought, said: "Send a few warm winter clothes over, and by the way, collect and describe the local mountains and rivers, the books of local customs."
The shopkeeper moved quickly. On the second day, the warm winter clothes were sent. They were all furry white foxes, both beautiful and warm. In addition, there are some smokeless charcoals that emit a hint of pinewood when burned.
Yin is sitting next to the charcoal pot, and his hands and feet are warm and mellow when flipping through the book. Yang Shiyan was sitting behind him and combing his long hair.
"The night is deep, the owner should rest."
Reminded by his own little male pet, Yin Li was discovered and unconsciously, already at night. In the past few days, he has been studying the local history and found that in the upper reaches of the Liusha River, there was a small country called "Yulan", but it was swallowed and destroyed by the Beifang countries hundreds of years ago.
I don't know if the treasures of the Blood Sea Devils have anything to do with the ruined Xiaolan Small Country.
Yin got up and was undressed by his own little male pet. When he bowed his head, Yin noticed that the black hair had changed a new hairpin, and the tail was not golden, but only a furry Snow white dumplings, don't have a lot of fun.
I couldn’t help but stretch my hand and said: "This looks good."
Yang gray smoke looks up, winks like a silk, eyes look like a small hook: "What does the owner say?"
Yin left a smile: "You look good."
Yang ash is satisfied, he changes his 钗 ring costumes every day, and makes his own beauty, not just to get a compliment from the owner.
When I was sleeping, Yin suddenly heard the sound of "squeaky" outside the window. It seemed that something soft and feathery fell on the tiled brick wall: "Is it snowing?"
Yang ash smoked out the candlelight, wrapped his hands and feet around the owner, and passed on his own heat without hesitation: "Well, this year's first snow in Beifeng is earlier than before."
Yin caressed his soft back skin, thoughtfully: "Do you remember childhood?"
Yang ash smoked a little, and for a long time said: "The slave has long forgotten."
Yin sighed: "Forget it." It was not a good memory.
Yang gray smoke buried his face in Yin’s chest. His body was thin and thin in the eyes of others, but in his heart he was always like a stalwart of the gods, full of security.
This is his master, his savior, everything about him.