Chapter 86

"Linjiang Prefecture? That's not far. Down the river, we can arrive in one day and one night."

Gongye Qian said while waving his folding fan.

"Not so, not so."

"For the Wu Mu Legacy Book, even if we swim in the river for ten days and ten nights, it's worth it."

Bao Butong said while shaking his head.

These words were not an exaggeration.

Back then, Yue Wu Mu fought north and south, conquering everything, and was recognized by the major dynasties of the Central Plains as a military strategist of the Saint level.

The "Wu Mu Legacy Book" he wrote was absolutely worth a fortune.

Especially for someone like Gusu Gusu Murong Fu who had the ambition to restore the country, he would need to command a large army in the future.

The "Wu Mu Legacy Book" was simply an indispensable treasure.

Wang Yuyan said: "As far as I know, the Dragon-Slaying Saber of the Great Ming Jianghu has been missing for twenty years."

These words were like a basin of cold water, drenching the few people in the room thoroughly.

Gusu Gusu Murong Fu said: "The Heaven-Reliant Sword is still there after all. If we can obtain these two peerless divine arts, it will also be a great help to restoring the country."

"Young Master's words are very true."

"Back then, the 'Nine Yin Manual' came out and caused a sensation in the entire Jianghu."

"If Young Master can obtain it, you will definitely be able to recruit a group of Jianghu experts with it."

Deng Baichuan analyzed and said.

These words hit Gusu Gusu Murong Fu's heart.

"A'Zhu, go down and prepare a boat; we will rush to Seven Heroes Town, Great Ming, immediately."

Gusu Gusu Murong Fu was decisive and issued the order directly.

Wang Yuyan hurriedly said: "I want to go too."

Gusu Gusu Murong Fu frowned and said: "Aunt won't agree, and then she will come here to make trouble again."

"Mother went to the city to collect rent the day before yesterday and will probably only return next month."

"And I like this 'Snowy Blades' very much and really want to meet Mr. Su in person."

Wang Yuyan said with little stars in her eyes.

She was clearly Su Chen's little fan girl.

This appearance made A'Zhu, who was on the side, extremely curious.

It was the first time she had seen Wang Yuyan, who did not eat the food of the mortal world, show this kind of expression.

Hearing that Madam Wang was not at home, Gusu Gusu Murong Fu had no more scruples and nodded directly: "Then you can follow."

A'Zhu's ability to act was very strong.

In less than half an hour, Gusu Gusu Murong Fu and his party boarded a small boat.

Following the river current, they headed all the way to Seven Heroes Town.

A'Zhu found a free time, leaned over to Wang Yuyan's side, and asked curiously:

"Cousin Miss, I heard before that 'Snowy Blades' fiction is extremely popular."

"What kind of person is that storyteller Su Chen?"

She really wanted to know what the person who could attract Wang Yuyan so much looked like.

Wang Yuyan often visited Swallow Dock and was extremely familiar with A'Zhu.

Hearing A'Zhu's inquiry, she could not help but narrow her eyes slightly and said softly:

"Mr. Su can write such wonderful stories as 'Snowy Blades,' so he is naturally a person with extremely high literary talent."

"The book once mentioned a poem of mourning for a fallen country, which many masters in the literary world highly esteem."

"But Mr. Su is not just a bookworm who only knows how to write books and poems; he knows everything under heaven and has vast supernatural powers."

"And, and..."

Seeing Wang Yuyan stammering, A'Zhu immediately asked: "And what?"

"And it was mentioned at the end of a Miscellaneous Talk."

"Mr. Su is young, handsome, and has high martial arts, like an immortal sword immortal descending to the world."

Wang Yuyan said somewhat shyly.

A'Zhu's eyes lit up, and she teased: "No wonder Cousin Miss is so fascinated by Mr. Su."

"Of course not. The Mr. Su I admire has nothing to do with his appearance."

Wang Yuyan said very seriously.

A'Zhu said: "That may be so, but if Mr. Su is a dashing and handsome young master, it would be better, right?"

Wang Yuyan stopped talking.

Middle-aged worries are as thick as wine, and young girls' feelings are always poems.

She naturally hoped that the Su Chen she admired in her heart was truly as perfect as the legend.