749. The old Taoist priest of the Wei and Jin dynasties

Seeing that this boy looked cute, Li Pojun also smiled, "Poor Dao? Haha, what is the Dao Changdao number? ”

"Uh, poor road Baiyun, please come in the distinguished guest, the master is waiting inside." Baiyun Xiaodao Tong listened to it and saluted again.

Qingfeng, Baiyun, Qingyunguan, well, they complement each other, "Baiyun Dao Chief, how did your master know that I was coming?" Li Pojun was still very curious about this question in his heart.

Baiyun Xiaodaotong scratched his head when he heard this, his face was clouded, and he obviously didn't know.

At this time, an old Taoist with a fairy wind and a childish face walked out of the hall, "Haha, the old Taoist Sun Simiao has seen His Royal Highness the Prince, His Royal Highness came in the wind and snow, and he has never greeted him from afar, forgive his sins."

Li Pojun turned his head to look, only to see an old man with white hair, wrapped in a green robe, stepping on a pair of dark blue upturned coarse cloth shoes, a wooden hairpin lock hair in a bun, eyes like the morning star, full of red light, momentum like a rainbow like the wind, and a straight body. The dragon walks and the tiger walks, the steps do not collapse the dust, and the light breeze is like a breeze blowing willows, and he is really like a person among the gods, and the momentum is extraordinary, Chen Kang and the others are stunned.

Li Pojun was also amazed that there was really such an immortal in the world, after dozens of steps, he could only hear the loud voice of his voice seemed to be in his ears, facing his people, he only felt a natural, ethereal, pure, lofty "beauty" came to his face, the aura of this thing, it is really stagnate and mysterious, such as his father Li Shimin is majestic and majestic, the imperial qi of the world, such as the king of medicine is a quiet and soft, indisputable and humble inaction, aura, that is really existing.

"The boy Li Pojun has seen the predecessors of the medicine king, and now he has seen the medicine king Xianrong, and he is fortunate to have three lives." Li Pojun was impressed by Sun Simiao's aura from the bottom of his heart, and admired Sun Simiao's reputation, and he also sincerely greeted him as a junior, and the king of medicine saluted was not considered to have humiliated Li Pojun.

Sun Simiao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed, "Medicine King? Haha, Lao Dao deserves such a title, His Royal Highness is polite, please here."

In the thatched hut, I found that although the grass hut was simple, but it was complete, and there should be, the most surprising thing for Li Pojun was that there were four chairs around a square table, yes, it was the chair made by Li Pojun, Li Pojun was too tired to kneel and sit, so he asked the craftsman to make the chair, and he wanted to sell it to make a profit, but he didn't expect that he was criticized by the teacher Kong Yingda first, saying that sitting on the chair with two legs hanging was too profligate, and it was not in line with etiquette, and Li Pojun also knew that people now wear open crotch pants, A round-necked robe is covered, and it can still be blocked when kneeling, if you sit on a chair, you can walk away accidentally, and the chair has to give up on the way to make money, and only a few close people in the parents' palace have sent a few chairs.

At this time, seeing the chair in this deep mountain Taoist temple, Li Pojun was also very surprised, looking at Li Pojun's expression, Sun Simiao also smiled, "Your Highness, this chair is what you invented, the world is not used to it, but the old Tao thinks it is very good, although kneeling and sitting is in line with the etiquette, it can cultivate self-cultivation and protect the body, but sitting for a long time must be blood and qi impassable, the meridians are not harmonious, it is easy to sit and hurt the muscles and bones, it is far less comfortable and easy to sit down, the world is hindered by the etiquette and law, and refuses to sit down, but the old Tao is not so particular, Your Highness, please sit." Saying that, Sun Simiao sat on the chair with his butt on his shoulder, leaning on his hand, not to mention how casual he was.

Kneeling is also the so-called sitting upright, that is, sitting on the ground, the buttocks are placed on the ankles, the upper body is straight and can not be bent, and the hands are placed on the knees in a regular manner.

In fact, it is not that Li Pojun invented the chair, at this time there was already a stool, in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a Hu bed, that is, similar to the current Maza, which was passed down from the nomads, so it is also called Hu sitting, this kind of Hu sitting can only sit in private, because sitting with his legs hanging down, so it is also called hanging sitting, Li Pojun is taking the liberty to improve the Hu bed into a chair, this is not only a problem of appliances, this also has an impact on the sitting ceremony, so Kong Yingda and other old pedants will strongly oppose pushing the light chair, It's okay to sit in private secretly, if you want to promote the world, where do you put the etiquette system.

Li Pojun also smiled when he heard Sun Simiao's words, and sat down directly, he could see that Sun Simiao was not the kind of old pedantic character, he was very casual and natural, which was also with Li Pojun's temperament.

"How did the Medicine King know that the kid would come today? Could it be that he really has the ability to predict the means of the gods? Li Pojun sat down without beating around the bush, and directly asked the doubts in his heart.

"Haha, Your Highness is not an ordinary person who believes in this, Zi Bu is silent, there are no fairy means in the world, everything has a reason, Lao Dao was still in Chang'an the day before yesterday, I heard that His Royal Highness was secretly looking for me, I expected His Highness to come to the mountains in the next few days, and Lao Daote came back and waited." Sun Simiao got up and took down the kettle on the small stove next to him, brewed two bowls of tea soup, and motioned to Li Po for military tea.

Li Pojun also smiled bitterly when he heard this, thinking that the medicine king was really upright, and said bluntly: "The real person is really smart, and he is hidden in the city, but the real person knows that the kid is in a hurry, so why should he trek back to the mountain, as long as he reveals a little trace, the kid will come to the door to respectfully invite him."

Between the words, Li Pojun was already very casual, he was originally a free thought in his previous life, and he was also imprisoned and uncomfortable under the etiquette of the Tang Dynasty, at this time, he saw Sun Simiao who was casual and casual, Li Pojun also let go, he knew that Sun Simiao would not be surprised.

Sure enough, Sun Simiao, who was a fairy wind bone, stared at Li Pojun and said with a smile: "Your Highness is thinking beautifully, since you are in a hurry to find the old way, you must have something to ask for, and you have traveled a hundred miles, which can be regarded as seeing sincerity, and you have to show an old face and make it up by yourself, haha." Sun Simiao has lived for more than eighty years, experienced the Western Wei Dynasty, the Northern Qi Dynasty, the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and the Sui Dynasty, and survived ten emperors.

Li Pojun was also funny when he heard this, looking at the casual and unruly Sun Simiao, Li Pojun also said secretly, the predecessors of the medicine king also had the style of Wei and Jin, uninhibited and dissolute, such a state of mind, no wonder he could live for more than a hundred years.

"There are nobles in Chang'an who are sick?" Sun Simiao took a sip of tea, pouted, and raised her eyebrows and asked.

Li Pojun also closed his eyes and tasted this mellow and elegant tea, and when he heard this, his eyes froze, "How does a real person know?" "Could it be that Sun Simiao is hidden in the city, and there is still eyeliner under his hands.

Sun Simiao rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "Although Lao Dao has lived in vain for more than 80 years, he does not have the ability of the prime minister in the mountains, and the length of his body is only the medical ear.