Otherworldly Merchant

The river is boiling hot, 60 to 70 degrees, like a natural hot spring.

I just jumped out of the cold and felt very comfortable, but soon I couldn't stand it any longer. As the current rolls forward and the water temperatures get hotter and hotter, the steam above the river is almost impermeable.

It must be precisely because the above the river was completely blocked by the fog of White Mongolia that the aerial helicopters and near-Earth satellites did not find it.

The river rolled and ran, extremely rushed, and I didn't have to scratch it at all, wrapped directly around me up.

As the water level continues to rise, so does the water temperature.

At this time, my whole body is burning red and sore. I'm afraid it won't be long before it's cooked into white broth!

Ka-cha-cha-cha-cha...

In the front, there was a loud and continuous noise.

After a close look, the water temperature was too high, and the ice melted on both sides of the road, falling into the water. Immediately afterwards, waves and waves swept through.

My eyes were almost completely covered by the fog of the white mask in order not to be hit by ice. I can only judge by my ear, swinging the wooden wand from time to time. But the more upstream the water gets, the faster the ice falls.

Although with my current fix and strength, it's not a problem to dial the ice. But the problem is that the falling ice blocks are endless, and I'm wrapped up in the waves, and I can't make it, and I'm exhausted, but it doesn't work, and I don't have much time to rest.

Hey!

There it is!

All of a sudden, I had a brilliant idea.

I roll up the river, and so do the ice cubes!

What does it look like?

Isn't that the bamboo raft from Shunjiang?

I just need to stand on ice, that's all.

Besides, just stand on top of it and you'll get rid of the hot water and the bitterness of the heat. As the ice melts, the temperature will be much more comfortable. What am I going to do with this sin in the river?

When I thought about it, I jumped on a big stone with a wooden cane.

Sure, it's a lot more comfortable this time.

Then I jumped on the ice up the stream with a wooden cane, much faster.

The river flooded and flushed upriver.

The glacier in front of us was getting closer, but it was also getting bigger and bigger because it was getting closer, until later, when the sky was no longer visible.

The temperature of the river is extremely high, but the ice layer is increasing, and finally frozen over the river, tightly connected to the great glacier. And as the river rolls, the ice is piled up, stacked up.

Oh, I see!

Until then, I finally saw the problem.

Whoever has seen rivers under the glacier in the past may have preceded themselves in thinking that rivers are formed by melting glaciers.

But the opposite is true here ——

By this mysterious river, which flows upward and steams hot air, melts away the ice along the way and transports it all the way to the top of the mountain.

After millions of years of piling, this snowy mountain is finally here!

This hot river, which runs up against the current, is not long enough to be exposed to the surface, and the latter half is covered under the ice. If I hadn't come backwards and seen it myself, it would have been impossible to imagine such a strange river running down here!

But the problem is, as the water gets to the top of the mountain, the whole river is covered with frozen ice, and you can't even hear the roaring running water. So how do I follow the river to find my final destination?

And I stopped, and I thought about the map of public transport, and I looked at the river that I was going through, and it was long and short.

That's right!

The old man's map depicts exactly the same thing on the ground.

But what do we do now?

“Ho!”

Suddenly, a roar broke through the sky, and even the thick clouds at the top of the snow mountain were scattered away, revealing a golden sun.

Yes, this is it!

At this point, I became more convinced.

That roar, I hear, is as true as it was before, as it was from my heart, a call of purpose, a cry deep within my heart.

This is it. There's no mistake!

My ultimate mission lies ahead.

But...

With all the snowy mountains in front of us, a big glacier with an infinite horizon lies ahead of us. Where should we go next?

Suddenly, I came up with a very adventurous solution.

According to the map of the bus, I am now not far from the end of the weird river, just two turns away. By contrast, it only passes through the river section, and if you calculate the scale, that is, about 200 meters.

In that case, I'll rip open the ice and swim along the underground hot water!

Now, that seems to be the only way.

So I stopped thinking, swinging my wooden cane and smashing a big hole in the ice. Pull out the two spells, raise your hand and shake, and pounce.

Those two spells are ‘polar' characters.

One ‘pole' character, used to separate 10,000 square feet, to prevent underwater hot air from burning me and another ‘pole’ character. Instead, it was a waterword decision, just like when chasing that giant crocodile in the tomb of the heavenly gods, it was afraid that it would be too long without oxygen in the water, and he would be smothered alive.

‘Extreme' characters are powerful, but they can be made very troublesome, and they take a lot of work to repair, and I won't use them easily before I have to.

Although after going deep into the underground weird river, there is no light in oxygen, the water gas heat wave is much hotter than the formula, and can be held under two spells.

Soon, I was flushed by the river, two turns in a row.

Just as we crossed the second bend, suddenly our eyes lit up, revealing another scene: peach trees on both sides of the river, a bush of trees and peach blossoms. Green grass under the peach blossom tree, hundreds of flowers, causing bee butterflies to dance.

The speed of the river running slowly, smooth as a mirror, bright and clear illuminating my image, the water temperature is not cold, hot and comfortable, and there is a group of colorful small fish swimming happily back and forth.

A hundred and ten meters later, the rivers were all drained of deep water.

The pool is surrounded by peach blossoms, scattered petals are floating on the water, and the pieces are beautiful!

Far from the side of the pond, a small hole appeared in secrecy, blurry as if a child's laughter could be heard.

I was stunned by this sudden sight, and then a word came up in my head: Peach Blossom Source!