A first-rank temple master descends the mountain, a major figure is coming to Yi Prefecture City

As Pu Qinghe swept down from the cliff of Mount Qingcheng, the mountain wind whistled past his ears, and dust slammed onto his cloak, only to be instantly repelled by his protective inner energy.

The forest below the mountain undulates, and the night is deep.

He did not take the official road.

It would take half a day to travel from Mount Qingcheng to Yi Prefecture by fast horse, but Pu Qinghe was burning with anger. The thought of his son, Pu Yunshan, carrying buckets of manure and wandering around the back alleys of the south of the city made him unwilling to stop for even a moment.

Before this kid went down the mountain, he was still making solemn vows every day, saying that he would find a way for the old members of the Liu Clan.

In the course of his search, he ended up becoming the Blue-Robed King of Dung.

In the mountainside inn, several merchants traveling at night were warming their hands around a brazier when they suddenly heard a soft creak from the roof.

Someone looked up.

A gray shadow swept past the window paper, the horse tied up in the yard neighed in fright, and by the time the merchant rushed out, only a few shallow footprints remained on the ground.

The footprints stretched towards Yi Prefecture, then stopped after a short distance.

at the same time.

Inside the former Prince's Mansion in Yi Prefecture, Gu Moran was testing her newly acquired Hundred Meridians Clear in the training ground.

Lin Qingdai stood aside, holding a knife, originally wanting to see what tricks he would play this time. However, after Gu Moran drew out a wooden practice knife, his aura became much heavier than yesterday.

The wooden sword cleaved through the cold wind, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

He practiced several sets of sword techniques in succession. His movements were not much faster than before, but his finishing moves were more agile than ever.

Lin Qingdai stared at his feet.

"Your skill has improved again?"

Gu Moran put the wooden sword back on the rack. His arm was a little sore, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"I am exceptionally intelligent."

Lin Qingdai walked over and pressed her hand on his shoulder.

Stop patting yourself on the back.

Gu Moran seized her wrist.

"My beloved concubine didn't get enough rest last night, yet she still accompanied me to practice swordsmanship today. I am deeply moved."

Lin Qingdai tried to pull it away twice but couldn't, and her ears felt a little hot.

"Let go, there are people on the training ground."

"So what if someone's here? Do I have to ask them before I can even hold my own beloved concubine's hand?"

Who is your favored concubine?

"Those few who shared a blanket in the pharmacy last night, do I really have to go through them one by one?"

Lin Qingdai stepped on him.

Gu Moran was prepared and stepped aside. Just as he was about to tease her a bit more, Xue Huan strode into the training ground.

"Your Highness, a letter has arrived from the North Post at the foot of the mountain."

Gu Moran stopped smiling and took the mailbox.

The letter contained only a few lines.

Unidentified footprints were found on the mountain road outside North Post. It was a single person walking, and the footprints were very light. Several scout posts along the way failed to stop them. The person was heading towards Yi Prefecture.

Xue Huan lowered his voice.

" Commandant Zhen said, 'This man's pace is unusual; an ordinary warrior couldn't do that.'"

Gu Moran folded the letter back.

There are a lot of people keeping an eye on Yi Prefecture lately.

With three thousand light cavalry lost on the Tubo side, Chisang might not dare to send any more people to the North Post in the short term.

Yang Tie has retreated into his shell; he wouldn't have such a person under his command.

The remaining ones are probably Mount Qingcheng.

However, Pu Yunshan's eight subordinates were released yesterday, and today a master has come down the mountain. This is much faster than expected.

Lin Qingdai had already placed her hand on the hilt of the knife.

Should we impose a city-wide lockdown?

"Need not."

Gu Moran handed the letter to Xue Huan.

"They should be looking for Pu Excellent; sealing off the city would only make me look guilty."

Xue Huan frowned.

"But what if the other party has malicious intent?"

"Let him in first."

Gu Moran looked up at the mountain path in the distance.

" Yi Prefecture City has its people, its patrols, its messengers, and the rules I've established these past few days. If he wants to make a move, he'll have to think twice."

Lin Qingdai glanced at him.

"You're using yourself as bait?"

Gu Moran paused, then raised his hand and pressed down on her hand that was holding the knife.

"This time, we don't need anyone to act as bait."

He smiled.

"Rest assured, my beloved consort, I will not take any risks for your sake."

That evening, in the backyard of the No. 12 public toilet in the south of the city.

Pu Yunshan finished his work and was carrying an empty bucket toward the well. The piglets were tied up under the shed, with half a vegetable leaf in their mouths. When they saw him coming back, they grunted and nudged the wooden fence.

Auntie Zhao came out of the house carrying a stack of clean bucket lids. Seeing Pu Yunshan, she casually said, " Pu Excellent, there are still a few roofs in the shantytown that need repairing tomorrow. Are you going?"

Pu Yunshan put the bucket down.

"Go."

Auntie Zhao smiled.

"Then I'll go and tell Tuoba Mang that you're a capable worker, but don't always keep your head down. Talk more, laugh more; there are plenty of pretty girls in this city."

Pu Yunshan nodded.

Just as he was about to bend down to fetch water, a very light footstep suddenly came from outside the back alley.

The footsteps landed almost silently on the ground.

Pu Yunshan stopped by the bucket and looked up at the alley entrance.

The alleyway was deserted.

Only the wind seeps in from over the wall.

But suddenly the piglet stopped eating the vegetable leaves, pricked up its ears, and grunted towards the alley entrance.

Three breaths later.

A gray cloak emerged from the wind, and the wooden ladle in Pu Yunshan's hand fell into the bucket with a "plop," splashing up a spray of cold water.

Auntie Zhao was startled and hugged the bucket lid tightly as she backed away.

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

Pu Qinghe didn't look at her.

His gaze moved from the coarse cloth on Pu Yunshan's head to the short clothes he was wearing, and then to the bucket at the foot of Pu Yunshan.

Finally, he saw the pink and white piglet under the shed.

The piglet was grunting at him, its nose constantly nudging the wooden fence, showing no fear of people whatsoever.

Pu Qinghe stood there, his face frighteningly dark.

Pu Yunshan opened his mouth.

"Father."

Auntie Zhao looked at the old man, then at Pu Yunshan, and only one sentence remained in her mind.

This Blue-Robed King of Dung actually has such a powerful father?

Pu Qinghe approached step by step, and when he reached Pu Yunshan, he raised his hand to slap him.

Pu Yunshan had no intention of hiding; he knew he couldn't avoid it anyway.

But the slap never landed on his face.

Pu Qinghe's hand froze in mid-air, his fingertips trembling with anger. Finally, he flicked his sleeve and slammed it heavily against the wooden pillar beside him.

A crack appeared in the wooden pillar.

The bold piglet was finally startled, squealing and shrinking into a corner.

Auntie Zhao's face turned pale, and she shouted at the top of her lungs.

" Tuoba Mang! Someone vandalized the public toilet!"

Pu Yunshan quickly stepped forward.

" Auntie Zhao, this is my father, he's not here to cause trouble."

Auntie Zhao stared at Pu Qinghe's face, then at the cracked pillar, and her lips moved slightly.

"Your dad has a strong grip."

Pu Qinghe turned to look at her.

Auntie Zhao immediately shut up, grabbed the bucket lid, and crawled back into the house, but didn't forget to leave a crack in the window.

Pu Yunshan kept his head down.

"Father, why did you come in person?"

"If I hadn't come soon, the young master of Mount Qingcheng would have been the owner of twelve public toilets in Yi Prefecture City."

Pu Qinghe's voice was laced with suppressed anger.

What did you say before you came down the mountain?

Pu Yunshan did not answer.

"They said you wanted to assess Prince Yi's true strength and find a way out for the former subordinates of the Liu Clan."

As Pu Qinghe spoke, his hands clenched tighter and tighter inside his sleeves.

"And now? You're holding a manure ladle, raising piglets at your feet, and you still have an 'excellent hygiene' sticker on your body?"

Pu Yunshan's ears were burning badly.

"Father, things aren't as you've heard."

"Then tell me, what does it look like?"