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In the small courtyard, all the apprentices fell silent. Li Yuan lowered his head, his face ashen.,When the four-wheeled sun rose over the clouds, the food was finally ready, and even the tired apprentices had smiles on their faces.,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.。