The golden glazed tiles, shining in the sunlight, shine with bursts of penetrating light.

Li Chen turned around, his face still wearing his usual faint smile, and said.

"It's better to see than to hear, it's your first time in the capital, this palace doesn't look a little too luxurious."

The young man behind him looked stunned for a moment, and then looked at the glorious buildings around him a few times, and felt a little emotion in his heart.

Who told me that the mountain gate of the Taibai Sword Sect is like a palace?

Compared to the real palace, that's still far from it!

So Ye Wuwu nodded.

"It's a little too luxurious."

Li Chen shook his head and was silent, just about to say something, but he heard Ye Wuwu's words again.

"But if I were the emperor, I guess I would think about being a little more luxurious."

Li Chen was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled.

This time, he was really smiling, not the fake smile that always hung on his face.

Li Chen went to his Xiaoyan Mountain before.

This time, Ye Wuwu came here for some reason.

Li Chen took Ye Wuwu at this moment, came to a slightly simple palace, paused slightly, and then clasped his hands into fists and saluted forward.

At this moment, Li Chen is already the emperor of Xishu.

Who else should let him bow?

The gate of the palace slowly opened, revealing a figure in a green shirt from within it.

It was a middle-aged scribe, and although his face was not middle-aged, his hair between his temples was gray.

It's just that in the other party's eyes, there is some depth and tranquility, as if in his eyes, everything in this world is well understood.

That person was Wang Yuanming.

It is a Confucian sage who has only come out in the past 500 years.

This scribe, who was already a Confucian saint, looked past Li Chen at this moment, but looked at Ye Wuwu behind him.

His eyes showed a hint of joy for the first time in a long time at this moment, but then he was stunned, and his face was a little surprised.

In Wang Yuanming's gaze, Ye Wuwu at this moment was a little unexpected, with long hair, but it was as pale as snow.

It's only been a year since the two last met, how can it be like this?

As if sensing Wang Yuanming's puzzled look, Ye Wuwu smiled slightly, but he was the first to walk in and said with a smile.

"Mr. Wang, there are some things I want to ask you for a favor, let's talk about it when I go in."

Wang Yuanming nodded, but then he wanted to close the door, seemingly ignoring Li Chen, who was standing outside.

But Li Chen's figure was one step faster, as if he had expected it, and he stepped directly into the hall.

Wang Yuanming's eyes were flat, but there was a soft snort.

This middle-aged scribe seemed to be very disdainful of Li Chen.

There were no luxuries in the room, just a simple bed, a table and chairs, and a wooden box.

In this gorgeous palace, Wang Yuanming's room was simple and a little unusual.

Ye Wuwu glanced at it twice at this moment and quipped.

"Sir, why did the emperor of Xishu give you such treatment? It's so simple, it's not as good as my Taibai Sword Sect, although the family business is a little smaller, but it's still better than here. ”

Wang Yuanming hadn't spoken yet, but Li Chen was the first to speak, smiling, but his tone was flat.

"That's a mistake, what I gave to my husband, but my husband doesn't want it."

Wang Yuanming just glanced at Li Chen with a calm expression and said calmly.

"Wang is just a corrupt Confucian, he should calm down and study such knowledge, why do you want such a luxurious item?"

"If Your Majesty really has this heart, it is better to depreciate those items and distribute them to the poor people in Xishu."

Li Chen replied.

"In Xishu, if there is a place of poverty, this year's treasury is full, I have sent most of it to help, although my Xishu royal family does not have much money, but for Mr. two tables, there is money."

Wang Yuanming frowned at this moment.

"Even so, it's still not enough, and there are still many people who are still ......"

Before the words fell, Li Chen retorted.

"It's not enough, but in some places, some people, no matter how many silver taels you send, it won't be enough."

Wang Yuanming snorted lightly, but frowned and said nothing.

He understands this.

Ye Wuwu glanced at the two of them with a strange gaze at this moment, but there was a little muttering in his heart.

The relationship between these two people doesn't seem to be very good.

Wang Yuanming's gaze was no longer looking at Li Chen at this moment, but at Ye Wuwu, and frowned.

"But I haven't seen you for more than half a year, how did you become like this?"

"It's a long story, but I can cut it short."

Ye Wuwu came here, naturally it was not as simple as simply visiting the capital and chatting with Wang Yuanming.

He came here to solve his own problems.

Now that Ye Wuwu's cultivation has returned to the peak of Baihong, blowing snow is just around the corner.

But if the problem of luck is not solved in a day, it will be like a butcher's knife hanging around Ye Wuwu's neck, I don't know when, it will return to the same state as before, or even more serious.

If that's all there is to it, that's fine.

But it just stopped at blowing the snow white rainbow, which was actually not much trouble for Ye Wuwu.

Reliving a life is God's mercy, and Ye Wuwu didn't have so much luxury.

But if the luck problem is not solved, Ye Wuwu will not be able to find Lu Caiwei for a day.

Because as long as he and Lu Caiwei meet each other and get closer, his luck will be sucked away.

Ye Wuwu didn't want to become a land immortal.

But he didn't want to see his junior sister again, the girl named Lu Caiwei in this life.

He thought of a lot of ways and quietly discussed it with Blind Liu, but after all, there was no good way.

With its own strength, it can't find a way to break the game, or in other words, it can't find a way to break the game in a short time.

So Ye Wuwu thought of others.

So he thought of Wang Yuanming.

After listening to Ye Wuwu's words, the middle-aged scribe frowned slightly at the moment, but then he stretched out again and smiled kindly.

"When I was in the Dragon Field, I lost my luck, and I didn't notice your abnormality at that time, but at this moment, when you say it, I can see your problem."

"It's difficult, it's not difficult."

Ye Wuwu rolled his eyes, he hated such rotten words the most, guessing dumb riddles.

However, Wang Yuanming didn't sell it at the moment, just glanced at Li Chen, slightly hesitant, but still spoke.

"It's hard to say because even I can't find the way you want to break the game, and I can't solve this matter fundamentally."

"It's not that this problem is so difficult, it's just that I've learned all my life, after all, it's a little different from you Jianghu people."

"The matter of luck, I have only slightly realized since the dragon field, if it is changed to the people of the two families of Buddhism and Taoism, it is not a big problem to think about it."

Ye Wuwu's expression couldn't help but be slightly disappointed.

Even Wang Yuanming, even a contemporary Confucian saint, can't solve this problem?

The words belonging to Wang Yuanming came again, with a little comfort, and chuckled.

"It's not that hard, though."

(End of chapter)