Li Yuan, who was busy with his nimble hands and feet, couldn't help but sigh in his heart.,The apprentices huddled in groups of three or four, squatting against the walls. Li Yuan sat hunched over his bowl in a corner, his shoulders aching from fatigue as he ate the steamed buns. A bitter feeling welled up within him.,In his past life, his master, who had never been able to get into the ranks of scribes until he died, left him with half a scroll of Taoist teachings.。