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The red and transparent magma covered the top of the mountain dozens of feet in a radius, only a few feet away from Ou Chuyang's big mouth.

Mu Wanqing followed behind her and just poked her head out, she was also startled, "Ah... the lava is almost coming out..."

Ou Chuyang calmed down, observed for a while, and said, "This volcano may have been accumulated by the continuous surge, leakage, cooling and accumulation of lava."

"It should be that way." Mu Wanqing looked around and saw nothing to see, so she said, "Apart from that, there is nothing strange, let's go."

"Wait." Ou Chuyang asked, "Don't you find it strange? We are so close to magma, but there is no burning feeling at all. This is unreasonable."

Mu Wanqing guessed: "Maybe it's too cold here."

"No, no matter how low the temperature here is, it is only a few dozen degrees below zero. The lava temperature is as high as hundreds or thousands. How can we not feel the heat when we are so close?" Ou Chuyang said, squatting down and slowly approaching the magma.

"I still can't feel the temperature." Ou Chuyang's hand was about to reach into the magma.

"It's really incredible." Mu Wanqing looked around, looked at the top of the volcano, suddenly pointed to the center of the lava, and asked in surprise: "What is that?"

I saw a white lotus floating in the lava of the crater. The size of the bowl of the lotus is snow-white, pure and flawless, as if it was carved from white jade with mutton fat. The petals are lifelike, as if moving with the wind, and as if they are fresh.

"I have never heard of the iceberg snow lotus... what's going on with this volcanic snow lotus?" Ou Chuyang said in shock: "Things that are very contrary to common sense must be extraordinary. Could it be that the heat of the entire volcano is suppressed by this lotus?"

"This lotus is like ice and jade, and it should be an extremely cold thing. But is it naturally produced or is it placed here by someone?" Mu Wanqing was very confused and couldn't think of the reason.

"It's a pity that we can't fly with the air, we can't get close to the sight..." Ou Chuyang suddenly slapped his forehead, "We can fish it over!"

The guys who made swords were all contained in several swords by Ou Chuyang. He immediately found a piece of iron wood, cut it into dozens of pieces, and connected the heads and tails to make a slender wooden pole.

Ou Chuyang held the wooden pole and slowly reached the center of the lava more than ten feet away, carefully reaching the white lotus.

The front end of the wooden pole suddenly freezes as soon as it touches the white lotus. "Crack!" The ice layer quickly spread towards Ou Chuyang along the wooden pole.

"Hollyshet!" Ou Chuyang quickly threw away the wooden pole, and the wooden pole wrapped in layers of ice fell into the magma and soon melted away.

"This treasure is very powerful, and the cold air contained in it is probably not weaker than the holy sword 'Ice Soul Cold Light'." Ou Chuyang estimated that if he didn't let go just now, he would be frozen into an ice sculpture.

"What should I do if I can see it, can't touch it, and can't take it away?" Mu Wanqing asked. The pure and flawless white snow lotus made people like it when she looked at it, and she was quite moved.

"I guess it's impossible to take it away if it's not a powerful man in the heavenly level." Ou Chuyang thought about it over and over again and decided to give up. "If you want to get the treasures of heaven and earth, you have to depend on the opportunity. If the time is not right, you will force it to seize it, but you are afraid that you will suffer."

Although Mu Wanqing felt very sorry, she did not continue to struggle and said calmly: "I don't know how many years this lotus has existed here, so it must not be so easy to be taken away. Let's go and try it again if you have the chance."

The two of them turned around and went down the mountain and no longer looked back. Sometimes they had to have their destiny, but don’t force them when they were not. There were too many treasures in this world. If they got them, I would be lucky if they lost them. If they were just a little bit light, I would be the best.

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After walking north for a few days, the temperature was getting lower and lower. The sun was hanging obliquely in the sky, like a decoration, and I could not feel the warmth of the sun.

Now, Ou Chuyang and Mu Wanqing are covered with strong sword energy, which is enough to withstand the extreme cold. Ou Chuyang is probably colder here than the North Pole on Earth.

After leaving the volcano, nothing appeared on the ice, no icebergs or creatures, nothing except a white ice field.

When you first walk up this vast ice field, you will be amazed by this strange beauty. But after a long time, you will feel unbearable boredom and silence.

Ou Chuyang knew that if he locked a person in a silent room, normal people would soon collapse. Although he and Mu Wanqing are dependent on each other and there will be no major problems, he still feels a lot of annoyance and anxiety in his heart.

"If we haven't found any clues tomorrow, we will turn to leave." Ou Chuyang felt it was time to give up.

Mu Wanqing nodded in agreement and asked again: "Today is New Year's Eve, do you remember?"

"It's the New Year..." Ou Chuyang was stunned and smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that there are no fine wine and food, no fireworks and firecrackers. We are just afraid that we will have a bleak Spring Festival that is tasteless and lightless."

But Mu Wanqing smiled and said, "With the sword in her hand, why not dance the sword?"

"Okay." Ou Chuyang's sword was unsheathed with a "canglang" and danced against Mu Wanqing.

The blue sky is the curtain, the ice field is endless, the world is vast, and the years are vast. The clothes are graceful, the figures are flying, the sword light is flashing, and the sword energy is scattered.

Ou Chuyang slowly immersed in the word "Sword", and the vast world seemed to suddenly become extremely small. He only had the word "Sword" in his mind, and only Mu Wanqing, who was dressed in white, had a desolate feeling in his heart, and he opened his mouth and chanted:

"The sword cannot be obtained, but it is difficult to meet each other. I saw it for a while now, and the red color shines on the cold. The stars in the box move, and the moon shadows are gone. Naturally, gods and ghosts are hidden, so don't play it in nothing."

Mu Wanqing heard Ou Chuyang's voice with a sad feeling, so she also recited poems to reconcile, thinking that she was exhorting:

"The sword is a dragon, and the snowflakes shine on the lotus. The light shines on the sky and the earth, and the thunder cannot rush. Once you leave the golden box, you will lose your appearance. The male and female will never be separated, and the divine objects will meet."

Ou Chuyang stood with his sword and smiled and said, "I fell down today. If I have wine, I will punish myself for three cups."

"Actually, I feel a little sad." Mu Wanqing looked up at the sky and said, "I originally thought that the farther I am from home, the more comfortable I am. But I still have some ties in my heart and can't let go."

"I miss my family more during the holidays. Wanqing, you are homesick." This is the second New Year's Eve since Ou Chuyang came to this world. If you want to miss home, I am afraid no one will think more than him. No matter how long or far away others are, they always have hope, but he has no idea whether he will have a chance to go home in his lifetime.

A trace of gloomy expression appeared in Mu Wanqing's eyes, "After my mother passed away, I didn't regard it as a writer. I thought it would be okay after I came out, but who knows..."
Chapter completed!