In the early morning of late autumn, the mist had yet to dissipate entirely. Within Gailiu County town, wisps of smoke were already rising from hearths, and faintly, one could hear murmurs of voices.,As he swallowed the congee, Li Yuan looked up at the sky where three suns and four smaller ones were blazing red. He almost cried.,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.。