(My colleague has a birthday, and I'm coming back late, so I can only change one chapter, and the second chapter is replaced by a new novel, and I'll revise it tomorrow, I've drunk a little too much, I'm sleepy, and I'll sleep first!)

Five months later, off the coast of Florida, USA, a seven-hundred-ton yacht boarded several yellow-skinned and black-eyed Asians, and then the whistle blew, and the boat started to sail towards the sea in the distance, leaving a strip of white spray.

There were eleven people in this group, both old and young, and a half-sized man with a stingy pit on his face was grabbing the railing of the yacht and looking into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Mingchun, is there anything else that hasn't been broken?" A middle-aged man walked over, it was Meng Zhaoxuan's master Jingtai Daoren, but at this time, Jingtai Daoren was not wearing a Taoist uniform, he was wearing a suit, but he was wearing a Taoist bun on his head, which looked a little nondescript. The dozen or so people in the same group were all suits or tunics, and no one wore Taoist uniforms, probably for fear of attracting attention.

"It's all over, I went to the grave of my father and mother twice before leaving, but I was reluctant to see the junior brothers, sisters, uncles, uncles, and uncles, as well as you, Master. Meng Zhaoxuan clutched the railing tightly, his voice was a little choked, he didn't remember when he last cried, he had probably never cried since he was ten years old.

"Mingchun, the teacher knows that you are a good boy. You have no parents since you were a child, and your uncles and uncles have always treated you as a nephew. It is not easy for us to win this opportunity in Laoshan lineage, it has taken several generations of painstaking efforts, you have arrived in another world of cultivation, you have to practice hard, if you are more patient, you must go further on the road of cultivation, and after a hundred years, those of us who care about you will be at ease!" Jingtai Dao people, who usually teach very strictly, did not have the strict reprimand in the past at this time, and told them like a parent who sends their children on a long journey.

"Well, Master, I must practice hard, I want to become a true immortal and live up to Master's expectations!" Meng Zhaoxuan wiped a handful of tears that had not yet flowed down and nodded solemnly.

The spring wind was very strong, and the waves set off the small yacht upside down and down, and only seagulls could be seen circling and flying in the sea and sky in the distance.

The Bermuda region, south of Florida, has been a source of mystery since the beginning of the Age of Discovery. Many ships and planes often sink or lose their signals here, and even the most advanced instruments cannot detect what caused all this, so people use their imagination to blame it on alien uFo and the like, and invent a series of things like evidence, so that people are even more in awe of this mysterious sea. As everyone knows, all of this was caused by Liu Bowen and many qi practitioners arranging formations here back then.

In the center of the Bermuda Delta, a 100-mile radius area is shrouded in fog all year round, and many experts and scholars who come to explore the mystery believe that this is due to the special local climate and geological conditions. The Maze Array does not work for a single person, only when larger objects come in, the enveloping range of the Maze Array continues to expand and shrink with the change of the atmosphere, and the power is sometimes large and sometimes small, which is why many ships and planes have not broken down or lost here.

On this day, a yacht came to the edge of the mist, and the yacht circled around the periphery for a long time, and finally chose a direction, and then slowly drove in, and after a while, it disappeared in this white expanse.

"Is this the place?" said an old man in his sixties with an old compass in his hand, the hands of which kept turning.

"This is it, look, this stone is written in ancient seal script!" Meng Zhaoxuan's teacher, Jing Qingdao, pointed to a piece of granite, on which some ancient Chinese characters could be vaguely discerned.

"Okay, according to the manuscript left by the ancestors, the teleportation array is under the water surface of five miles west of this island, everyone hurry up, there are two more days to be the day of the three yangs, if you miss it, everything will be in vain!" The old man holding the compass is a person from West Kunlun, and I heard that he is also the vice president of the Chinese Taoist Society.

After walking about three miles to the west, they came to the edge of this small island, and the edge was a cliff near the sea, and everyone scattered in all directions, and finally found a piece of bluestone half a person high, on which the ancient seal was also depicted. The old man of the compass waved his hand to stop everyone: "These two dolls will rest here first, and the others will go to check it out first" said that the old man took the lead in walking towards the stone on the cliff that was also engraved with ancient seal characters, and the strange thing was that the man did not fall, as if walking in mid-air, as if walking on the ground.

Meng Zhaoxuan looked at the master suspiciously, and Jingtai Daoist seemed to know his question: "In order to increase insurance, a formation is also arranged here." ”

Meng Zhaoxuan nodded as if he understood whether he understood or not, the mysterious things he had seen in these days were like a seed, sprouting and growing wildly, attracting him to explore hard in the days to come.

After a while, there were only two people left on the edge of the cliff, one was Meng Zhaoxuan, and the other was the person who Xi Kunlun was going to teleport this time, called Shi Zhongyu, a young man about twenty years old, with a tall and thin figure, sunglasses, and a cool appearance. But he doesn't like to talk, just puts his hands in his pockets and kicks pebbles under his feet.

Meng Zhaoxuan once tried to communicate with him on the way to Bermuda, but Meng Zhaoxuan said ten sentences, and Shi Zhongyu sometimes never replied, and even if he replied, it was often simple words such as "um", "ah", "yes". So Meng Zhaoxuan didn't pay attention to him now, just sat down quietly, unzipped the mountaineering backpack, and checked the items inside.

There are two pieces of clothing inside, a set of thermal underwear, and a half-inch thick antique yellow paper book wrapped in the clothes, with a few words "Huang Ting Jing" on the cover, and a few hard paper booklets are the seven volumes of "Wu Zhen Jade Book". Clothes and underwear This is the second senior brother bought for himself, I heard that it is a high-tech product specially developed by the United States Yu for polar research scientists, and the thin layer is almost equivalent to a cotton jacket to warm. There are also four bags of high-calorie compressed biscuits plus two bottles of mineral water, compressed biscuits only need to eat two pieces of energy for a meal. The other compartment contained two windproof lighters, a compass, a military dagger, an emergency bag, two cigarettes, and two boxes.