"Got it? This is because in your body, except for the twelve canons and the eight meridians of the strange meridians, those small meridians have not been opened. It's like a big river flowing eastward, but it doesn't have any tributaries, how can it nourish the whole land? The little madman said: "Congratulations, host, you have entered the tenth layer of the day after tomorrow." The next step is to connect the veins around the body! ”

The day after tomorrow is ten layers, and all veins are connected!

Jiang Zai exhaled lightly.

Rendu Ermai is known as the "life and death pass", for many martial artists, it is a difficult pass to cross in a lifetime, but superior martial arts can be gradual and natural, which is why superior martial arts are so precious.

Once you cross the threshold of life and death, the ten layers of the day after tomorrow are a water mill, slowly penetrating those small meridians, until all the veins are clear, you can try to "return to the innate after tomorrow".

In other words, Jiang Zheng is only a short time away from the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm.

"You can't be in a hurry, it takes a long time. During this time, you can concentrate on cultivating external skills. Your Tai Chi is not at home, and other martial arts are too far behind! The little madman criticized mercilessly, and Jiang Zai accepted it calmly.

My family knows my own business.

His shortcomings and shortcomings, he is well aware.

Tai Chi can barely take out his hands, and other martial arts are far behind. According to Xiao Mad, he is a waste who has good internal skills and a mess of external skills!

Get out of the tub, wipe your body, put on your clothes, pick up the glass of water on the table, and take a sip.

Suddenly, Jiang Zheng frowned and turned to look outside the castle.

"Nicholas, Her Majesty has ordered you to go to the palace at once, Lord Regent and Marquis Lawrence have been waiting for a long time." A few seconds later, the little maid Daphne pushed the door in, her little face turned pale, her little hands stroked back and forth on her chest, and her heart palpitated: "Arthas and his Scourge Legion have invaded Gilnes!" ”

Rock!

As soon as Jiang Zai's hand loosened, the water cup fell from his hand.

…………

Three days ago.

This is south of the Wall of Greymane, on the Gilneth Peninsula.

A thick black fog fills the southern coast, and fishermen in the village of Windy Valley are preparing to go out to the sea to catch fish.

"Hell! I've never seen such a dark fog so thick! It's not foggy season! How do you still fight this fish? Alan took a sip and cursed.

He is seventeen years old, a strong young man, and the pillar of the family!

Two years ago, when his father went out to sea to fish, he was killed by a fishman, and he didn't even get his body back, and even lost the fishing boat with him.

He cherishes this small fishing boat very much, and gets up earlier than others every day, just to go out to sea to fish earlier and make more money. It's her birthday soon, and she wants a rag doll, and when she comes back from this trip, I'll buy her a ......

"Well, I haven't seen such a big fog for more than ten years, the last time I was in Nanhai Town, the fog that day was as big as today, and I saw Marshal Lothar in that fog!" Old John, with gray hair, carried the fishing gear to the fishing boat, looked at the thick black fog, and frowned: "With such a big fog, today's harvest will not be good!" ”

"Marshal Lothar! Uncle, every time it gets foggy, you have to say it again! My ears are calloused! Allen replied, and then frowned: "The sea really doesn't give face!" I don't know how many credits I can earn today! Uncle, you said that more than ten years ago you saw hundreds of ships, just like that, breaking through the black fog, Marshal Lothar was standing on the front of the ship, holding the great royal sword in both hands, you said that you have never seen a hero like him in your life? ”

Old John was older, and as soon as he heard Alan's words, he began to wander, and as he thought about it, he said, "Yes, Marshal Lothar is standing on the ship like that. He was in his forties at the time, right? It really looks like a lion! It's a pity that he died in Blackstone Mountain! I fought with him back then, and I killed seven orcs! ”

"You said five last time! Four more last time! Uncle, you haven't fought at all, have you? Bragging! Alan sneered, and then looked at the black fog again: "Uncle, what do you say we will see in the black fog this time?" A hundred ships? Another hero like Marshal Lothar? ”

"What do you think? Boy, as long as you can't see the fish-people, it's fine! Wait, what's that...... No! Old John suddenly jumped in front of Allen and threw him down: "Run! Come on! Tell the sheriff! There is an enemy invasion! ”

Enemy?

Invade?

Alan was stunned for a moment, and then saw that in the thick black fog, a warship came through the fog.

Then the second, the third......

One after another, at least twenty or thirty, and even more!

On the bow deck of the first ship, he saw a white-haired man wearing full-body plate armor, also with a sword.

What a man that is!

Just by glancing at the man, he felt chills all over his body, a feeling that he was going to be frozen!

And when the man looked at him, he felt like he couldn't even move, as if he was really frozen!

"Let's go! Come on! Old John pulled Alan up, pushed him into the distance, and then picked up the harpoon: "Hurry up!" Tell the sheriff! The undead are coming! ”

Undead?

What undead?

Eren came back to his senses at this time, and his face changed greatly: "Undead! Scourge Legion! Alsace! ”

His legs trembled, and fear struck him.

Undead! Terrible undead! The undead have swept through the northern region! The undead who forced Gilneth to close off the country!

How did they get here?

They came from the sea!

Oh, my God!

Kurtilas didn't even notice them? Didn't stop them?

"Uncle! Let's run! If you don't leave, don't you die? Alan yelled, then froze.

He saw Old John pick up the harpoon, clasp his hands together, and turn around to face the dozens of undead warships that were rapidly approaching, and in his back, an arrow was sticked!

An arrow of bones!

A bone arrow that was supposed to be inserted into his chest!

"Uncle!" Alan screamed, tears welling up in her eyes.

He saw Old John's blood, staining his back red, the waist that had been crushed by the years, and it was actually straight at this moment, like, just like the Marshal of Lothar that Old John had mentioned all day long!

"Don't come here! Come on! Don't stay here! Keep running north! Find a way through the Wall of Greymane! Gilneth is not safe anymore! Your father asked me to take care of you before he died, and I can't take care of you anymore! Live well! ”

Old John shouted angrily, and the momentum made Allen's footsteps stop when he tried to get closer.

He gritted his teeth, almost crushing them!

He knew that old John would not survive. Those who are hit by the white bone arrow, even if they do not die for a while, will be infected with the plague and slowly become undead!

But he has to live!

Alan clenched his fists: "Uncle! I'll avenge you! ”

He turned and ran!

A bone arrow pierced the sky and shot into his back.

Suddenly, the harpoon flew and cut off the bone arrow, and Old John stood on the deck, his waist straight, he was the village of Windy Valley at three o'clock in the morning, and Gilneth at three o'clock in the morning, the only guardian!

"I followed Marshal Lothar! I've killed nine orcs! I've been to Blackstone Mountain! I yelled at Orgrim! If you want to go ashore, kill me first! you shall not pass！ ”

Old John spat into the water, and his voice echoed on the shore: "Arthas, you are a fart!" ”