What came into view was a small courtyard. Six or seven young men, about his age, dressed in hemp clothes and fifteen or sixteen years old, were busy at work.,In his previous life, he had only spent two or three years learning from his mountain hermit master about things like setting up graves, performing rituals for the deceased, and assisting with difficult births.,In the small courtyard, all the apprentices fell silent. Li Yuan lowered his head, his face ashen.。