"Swish." Yang Tian pulled a big bow of two stones, loosened his hand, and with a "puff", a long arrow trembled into the red heart of the target in front of him.

Yang Tian quickly hit a long arrow, "Swish, Swish." One arrow was as fast as an arrow. It was not until he touched his hand that the quiver on his waist was empty. More than twenty long arrows were inserted into the target in front.

Yuan Wei looked at Yang Tian after shooting the long arrow, and saw that he had basically shot the bull's eye. He nodded, but Yang Ying could only gesture with a small bow and looked at him enviously.

Yang Tian's grades still did not improve in his morning Confucian classics. Yang Ying could easily surpass him. In fact, with Yang Tian's current intelligence level, if he was willing to work hard to memorize, he would not necessarily do worse than his younger brother. Although Yang Ying was smart, his understanding ability was at least far inferior to Yang Tian.

Yang Tian was really not interested in those Confucian classics, and he focused on practicing martial arts. He really didn't know what it was for me to read those Confucian classics and to do those poems. He thought he had no artistic talent, so of course he was unwilling to ask for trouble.

As for Yang Ying's praise of his studies proudly in front of his parents, he didn't put the words he said to him at all. The Northern Zhou Dynasty has been completely sinicized. As the eldest son, he doesn't have to worry about studying to obtain an official position. When he gets older, he can inherit the title from his father's achievements.

Of course, Yang Tian didn't read books. The books he read were all miscellaneous books that the Master believed, various military book strategies and historical classics. Yang Tian reads them with relish.

Yang Jian was becoming more and more satisfied with his eldest son. The Yang family started out with military merits. His son did not like reading "The Book of Rites" and "The Book of Rites" and "The Book of Rites". There was no problem. He didn't like it when he was studying, and he was often ridiculed by other noble children. However, relying on his father's achievements and his own efforts, he has become a Duke. This is the extreme of a minister. Most of the noble children who laughed at him at the beginning were mediocre.

On the contrary, his son likes martial arts and military skills, but he also means inheriting his family style. Therefore, although Yang Tian’s academic performance can only be considered bare, Yang Jian doesn’t ask. Of course, Yang Jian will often praise his second son’s excellent grades, which makes Yang Ying always proud.

Yang Tian naturally would not care about a little kid. The Northern Zhou Dynasty's national power was booming, but he had no sense of identity with the current Northern Zhou Dynasty. His purpose of learning martial arts and military strategies was just to be foolproof when he went to the battlefield in the future. He wanted to wait for him to grow up and the Northern Zhou Dynasty would unify the world. He didn't have to fight again, so he could enjoy the life of a high-ranking official's children walking on horseback.

Although the situation in the world is the most powerful and the trend of unification is very obvious, in Yang Tian's reflection, there is no unified dynasty in Chinese history called Northern Zhou. Since there is no, the situation will change, and it is always good to prepare more.

"Young Master is good at archery skills." Sun Er, a servant in Yangtian Courtyard, came over with a chestnut horse and praised his young master with a smile.

Sun Er is one of two couples who do miscellaneous work in Yang Tianyuan. He is in his thirties and has a simple face. He has been working as a traitor in the Duke's Mansion for more than ten years.

Yang Tian touched the horse and took the reins of the horse. This was a stallion that was only two years old. It is said that it was the first time the owner of the previous body rode on. It can be said that he grew up with Yang Tian's body. This horse has a very nice name, Chiying.

When Chi Ying saw Yang Tian very intimate, she stretched out her mouth and licked Yang Tian's body. Yang Tian's body side blocked Chi Ying's horse's mouth with his hands, stepped on the stirrup with his feet, and stepped on Chi Ying's horse's back. Chi Ying screamed "Xi Lulu" and trotted.

"Get my quiver."

Sun Er was already filled with long arrows in the quiver pot, so he hurriedly trotted to catch up with Chiying and handed the quiver pot on it: "Give it to, young master."

Yang Tian took the quiver from Sun Ershun, hung it behind him, and gently pointed it on Chi Ying's abdomen with his feet: "Chi Ying, hurry up." Chi Ying received the signal, and his four hooves suddenly accelerated, and the surrounding scenery flew backwards like flying.

Yang Tian was worried about falling off when he rode his horse for the first time, so he was reluctant to step on the horse. He had only seen a few short horses before, but he had never even touched the horses. There were hundreds of good horses in the Duke's mansion, all of which were carefully selected from the war horses. Usually, he was the mount of the Duke's personal guards. When he went to the battlefield, these horses would follow the guards to charge on the battlefield. Chiying was not even more lustful than the Jiaojiao among them.

But when Yang Tian stepped on the horse, he found that he seemed to be a natural rider, sitting firmly on the horse without worrying about falling off. Yang Tian knew that this was the credit of the man named Puliru Ru. Since then, Yang Tian fell in love with riding horses and rode the Red Shadow for more than ten laps every day to feel the feeling of wind and lightning.

In his previous life, Yang Tian dreamed of having his own car, but the luxury of buying a car was unattainable for him, a third-rate university life. He could only hide his dream in his heart. Who doesn’t love cars? But when he just had the financial resources to buy a car, a disaster came. Now that he has arrived at the Duke’s Mansion, every horse is a good car, and his red shadow is even more BMW-level.

After running several laps, when Chi Ying returned to the ground where he had just shot the archery, Yang Tian tightened the reins a little, Chi Ying's speed slowed down. Yang Tian tightened his legs tightly and clamped his horse's belly, empty his hands, pulled out a long arrow from the quiver, bent his bow and put it on, "Swish, Swish, Swish." In the blink of an eye, Yang Tian finished shooting three arrows in a row.

When Chi Ying came back after a round and then, Yang Tiancai saw that only two of the three arrows shot out in the previous circle were inserted into the target, and one of them passed by the target and flew to a tree next to it.

Yang Tian shook his head and shot three times and two times. This score can only be said to be unsatisfactory. However, if others knew that he had only learned archery for several months and could shoot this score, he would definitely open his eyes and shake his head without believing it.

Yang Tian gently touched Chi Ying's body, and Chi Ying slowly stopped as he stepped on the steps. Yang Tian flexibly jumped down from the horse's back, stroked Chi Ying's horse's face for a few seconds, and handed the reins to Sun Er who came up.

Yang Tian felt his hands were slightly sore. Although he had enough strength, his arms were not long enough, so it was not convenient to hold two stone bows. There was a short half-stone bow in his room. Yang Tian thought the strength of the bow was too small and no longer used it.

Yuan Wei walked up, threw a long sword at him, and began today's sword practice.

That night, under the guidance of Xu Yinzong, Yang Tian finished his work. Xu Yinzong sighed slightly: "I'm leaving tomorrow."
Chapter completed!