Since Yu Zhizhou gave it to the Taoist priest, this wool felt bed has rarely been occupied by anyone else.

The native chicken he raised on the mountain was so big that even half of it was enough for Song You to eat, so he tore off one leg first and handed it to Empress Sanhua, eating it while waiting for the sunrise.

Before long, an old man came.

The old man was wearing a dark gray cloth robe and his gray hair was neatly combed. He looked like a hermit in the mountains who had come specifically to visit Song Dynasty.

"Master Taoist, you have a good meal. I am meditating and practicing in this beautiful place, admiring the sea of ​​clouds and waiting for the sunrise. I also have wine and meat. It is really a magical day. I wonder if I can ask for a glass of wine."

"Of course you can."

Mountain hermits have always been casual. Someone had invited Song You to drink wine and eat meat a few days ago, so there was no reason to refuse at this moment.

So he asked the old man to sit down on the wool felt, got a small bowl, and poured a bowl of wine for the old man.

"This is the wine and meat that Mr. Liu brought to us from the village. Mr. Liu is also a hospitable and free-spirited man. Since I meet you here, I invite you to share a bowl with me."

"The old man's surname is Guan Minghong. He was once a Taoist. He practiced at Lingqing Temple in Huanglaoshan, Yunzhou. His Taoist name was Qian Mingzi. We were destined to meet each other, especially now that everyone else has left and there are still people left on the mountain. There are not many people who are stubborn and have to wait hard, and it is even more fateful. I wonder what I call the little Taoist?"

"My surname is Song, my name is You, my courtesy name is Menglai, I don't have a Taoist name for the time being, and I practice in Lingquan County, Yizhou."

"How come the Taoist priest doesn't even mention a Taoist temple?"

"It's called Fulong Temple."

"Fulong Temple?"

The old man was originally holding the wine bowl and wanted to drink. He paused for a moment. After a while, he smiled: "Sir, I am here to wait for the real dragon. The Taoist temple where I practice is called Fulong Temple. Haha, I am not afraid of the real dragon below." I found out, felt offended, and got angry.”

"I have misunderstood. Fu means 'dormant'." Song You said truthfully, "In choosing this name, not only is there no disrespect to the real dragon, on the contrary, it is the respect and recognition of the real dragon that makes this name Such meaning is contained in the name of the Taoist temple, just like a human emperor who feels that he is supreme and is known as the True Dragon Emperor."

"Haha, that's how it is..."

The old man lowered his head and drank the wine from the bowl.

The crudely brewed rice wine has quite a flavor.

The boundary between the clouds and the Qingming was almost right beside them. The mist was like waves, coming in one after another, sometimes engulfing several people, and sometimes receding, revealing the clear figures of several people in the clouds. Several people were eating roast chicken. Drinking and chatting also gives people a sense of freedom.
Chapter completed!