I suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness in my heart, the master is profound, not to mention such a close distance, even if it is ten times farther away, he can easily feel the breath of others.

But now......

I felt my throat tighten, and it took a lot of courage to shout "Master......" to the figure

But the master didn't react at all as if he hadn't heard my voice.

I took two quick steps, entered the kitchen, and shouted "Master, Master......" at the master's back, but the master still didn't respond.

The master stirred the contents of the pot twice, then turned to the stove and removed the fire from the stove.

My eyes fell from the master's back to the contents of the pot, which was white but not porridge. Master, what are you boiling? I was curious to take a closer look, only to find that the contents of the pot turned out to be ...... Wax.

What does the master do in boiling wax oil?

I looked in amazement at the master, who was twenty or thirty years older than before, and he had already stood up and took out the basket behind him. I saw that inside the basket were a lot of bamboo tubes that had been split in half, but were still tied up with rubber bands.

The master picked up the bamboo tube and put it in the bucket that had been prepared, scooped out a little white wax oil from the pot with an iron spoon and poured it into the bamboo tube, and quickly inserted a kneaded cotton thread into it when the wax oil in the bamboo tube had not yet solidified. When the wax oil is basically solidified, the bamboo tube is taken out and placed in the bamboo sieve on the side.

Then, he took out a bamboo tube and poured wax oil into it, and inserted cotton thread......

Looking at the more and more bamboo tubes in the bamboo sieve, I looked at the master in a daze. What does the master do with so many candles?

I called the master a few more times, but the master still didn't hear him at all. I don't know what's going on, I want to reach out and pat the master. But I was stunned to find that my hand passed through the master's body.

I looked at my hand in disbelief and reached out to my master's body, but before my hand entered, it usually turned into a phantom shadow when it touched his body.

What's going on? Why can't I touch the master? Am I dreaming?

Thinking that it might be a dream, I immediately reached out and pinched my thigh. The expected pain did not come, and my heart was relieved, I was indeed dreaming!

I'll just say how did the master become such an old man, the master is still as tough and magical as a middle-aged man in his forties.

The master will not be like this, without a little Taoism, and even I will not find out if I walk so close.

The master doesn't know how to boil any wax oil, what age is it? At night, if the master wants light, he can use a flashlight directly. Even if you use an oil lamp, it is much more convenient than this wax oil.

Looking at the rickety back of the "master" in front of me, I laughed unkindly. If the master knew that I had dreamed him like this in my dreams, would he be so angry that his eyebrows would be curled?

Speaking of which, I haven't seen the master get angry. Well...... When I wake up from my dream, I must tell the master, and then see how angry he is so angry that his eyebrows are raised. After making up my mind, I didn't watch this master make candles anymore and turned around and went to the courtyard to continue bathing in the moonlight.

"Lin Xi, Lin Xi ......" I don't know how long it took, I suddenly heard someone calling me, and I opened my eyes suddenly.

The gauntlet master was standing at the door of my room, holding a white candle in his hand, shouting into the courtyard.

Is this master calling me?

I was a little confused, but I still stood up and walked towards the slender master.

The master's worried eyes turned into surprise when I stepped into the light of the candle. He grabbed my arm and was very excited, "Lin Xi, you're awake!" It's so nice, it's ......."

The voice behind him was already a little choked, and tears were falling down his wrinkled face.

I stared blankly at his hand grabbing my arm, didn't it turn into a phantom and pierce through his body when I wanted to shoot him? Why was he able to catch me now?

"Division...... Master ......" I shouted tentatively.

"Hey...... Hey......" The master happily agreed, and took my arm and went into the house.

I was stunned by the master to pull me into the room, and I didn't react for a while. How could my dreams be so weird? Why is the master in my dream so happy to see me? Could it be because the master has been away from me for too long, and I have a grudge? That's why you dream of your master like this, and even dream of him crying when he sees me?

The more I thought about it, the more strange I felt, what kind of dream was I doing?

The master dragged a stool and sat down, and he put the white candle in his hand on the stool next to him, and motioned for me to sit on the bed.

I sat down in a daze, and the master looked me up and down with joy before sighing leisurely.

"Division...... Master: "I'm a little stammering," you...... Why are you angry? ”

The master's face was obviously full of joy, but the sigh was sad and sentimental.

"It's nothing, the master is happy, the master is so happy to see you!" The master took my hand and patted it gently, and there was a glint in a pair of cloudy old eyes as he spoke.

My heart shook, what the hell was wrong with me? How can you dream that the master is crying again? Is it because I have never seen the master cry in real life? That's why I saw the master crying three times and twice in my dream?

I couldn't help but blame myself a little, although the master was not by my side, he was always good for me. Even if I have a grudge against him, I can't dream of the master like this, not to mention it, and always make him cry!

"Master, I'm fine! Don't cry, if you cry, the apprentice will blame himself. I picked up a handkerchief on the bed and helped the master wipe away the tears from his face.

"Good, good!" The master smiled and nodded, "The master doesn't cry, the master doesn't cry!" ”

"Master, you ......" I would love to ask Master, how did you become like this? But when I thought that this was my dream, that I had made my master like this, I swallowed it back when it came to my mouth.

"Do you want to ask why the master has become like this?" Although the master has become the last year of the wind and candle, his mind is still as smart as before.

"Hey...... I smiled and scratched the back of my head embarrassedly.

"Hey......" the master let out a long sigh, "the master's Taoism has been destroyed, and the last thing I can do for you is to use the light of this white candle to help you condense your soul." It's up to you to go the way forward! ”

What deeds have been destroyed? What helps me to solidify my soul with the light of a white candle? What does it mean that the road ahead is up to me? Why did I come up with such a statement?

I quietly pinched my thigh again, and it still didn't hurt. This is indeed a dream! But this dream ...... Why is this so true?

(End of chapter)