The Daoist master is

He tugged tight the thin grey linen shirt, Li Yu took a deep breath and joined in amidst the shouts of several apprentices.,"Apprentice, apprentice, three years of servitude," these words are not just idle chatter.,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.。