"Huh." Yang Tian pulled out a big bow with two stones, and as soon as his hand was loosened, with a "poof", a long arrow trembled and inserted into the red heart of the arrow target in front of him.

Yang Tian quickly mounted a long arrow again, "Huh, hey." "An arrow is as fast as an arrow, until the quiver on his waist is empty when he touches it. The arrow target in front of him was filled with more than 20 long arrows.

Yuan Wei watched Yang Tian finish shooting the long arrow, and saw that he basically hit the bull's-eye with the arrow, and nodded, while Yang Ying could only use a small bow to gesture and look at it enviously.

Yang Tian in the morning of the study of Confucian classics, the grades are still not improving, Yang Ying can easily surpass him, in fact, with Yang Tian's current level of intelligence, if he is willing to work hard to memorize, he may not necessarily do worse than his younger brother, although Yang Ying is smart, but at least his understanding ability is far inferior to Yang Tian.

It's just that Yang Tian really has no interest in those Confucian classics, his interest is in practicing martial arts, he really doesn't know what is the use of reading those Confucian classics and doing those poems, he thinks that he has no artistic talent, of course he is not willing to ask for hardship.

As for Yang Ying's triumphant praise of his studies in front of his parents every time, the words that the old master nagged in his ear, he didn't put it on his body at all, the Northern Zhou Dynasty had been completely sinicized, as the eldest son, he didn't have to worry about the need to study to get an official position, and when he was a little older, he could 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 thought, all kinds of military books, strategies, historical classics, Yang Tian read them with relish.

Yang Jian has become more and more satisfied with his eldest son, the Yang family originally started by military merits, his son doesn't like to read "The Book of Rites", "Zhou Li", "Etiquette", that's no problem, he didn't like it when he was studying, and he was often ridiculed by other noble children, but relying on his father's merits and his own efforts, now he is not a national prince, this is already the extreme of people, and most of the noble children who laughed at him at the beginning were inactive.

On the contrary, the son likes martial arts, likes military books and strategies, but has the intention of inheriting the family style, so although Yang Tian's studies can only be regarded as reluctant, Yang Jian doesn't ask, of course, the second son's grades are excellent, Yang Jian will often praise it, so that Yang Ying is often proud.

Yang Tian naturally won't worry about a little kid, the country of the Northern Zhou Dynasty is thriving, but he has no sense of identity with the current Northern Zhou Dynasty at all, he learns martial arts, and the purpose of learning military books is just to be foolproof when he goes to the battlefield in the future, he has to wait for him to grow up, and the Northern Zhou Dynasty will dominate the world, and he doesn't need to fight anymore, so he can want to enjoy the life of the children of high-ranking officials.

Although the situation in the world is the most powerful in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and the trend of unification is obvious, in Yang Tian's reflection, there is no unified dynasty called the Northern Zhou Dynasty in Chinese history.

"Young master is good at archery." Sun Er, a servant in Yang Tianyuan, led a jujube horse over and praised his young master with a smile.

Sun Er is one of the two couples who do chores in Yang Tianyuan, in their thirties, with a simple and honest face, and has been doing miscellaneous labor in the Guogong Mansion for more than ten years.

Yang Tian touched the jujube horse and took the reins of the jujube horse, this is a two-year-old stallion, it is said that it is the first horse ridden by the previous owner of this body, it can be said that he grew up with Yang Tian's body, this horse has a very nice name, Red Shadow.

Red Shadow saw that Yang Tian was very affectionate, stretched out his mouth and licked Yang Tian's body, Yang Tian's side of the body, blocked Red Shadow's horse's mouth with his hand, stepped on the stirrup with his foot, and stepped on Red Shadow's horse's back, Red Shadow shouted "sigh and rhythm", and trotted up.

"Bring me my quiver."

Sun Er had already filled the quiver with long arrows, and hurriedly trotted to catch up with Chiying, handing the quiver over: "Here, young master." ”

On the side of Yang Tian's body, he took the quiver from Sun Shuang, hung it behind him, and gently touched Chiying's abdomen with his foot: "Chiying, hurry up." Red Shadow received the signal, and his four hooves suddenly accelerated, and the scenery around him flowed backwards.

Yang Tian was worried about falling off when he rode a horse for the first time, and he didn't dare to step on the horse, he had only seen a few bantam horses before, and he hadn't even touched the horse, and there were hundreds of good horses in the Guogong Mansion, all of which were carefully selected from the war horses, and they were usually used as the mounts of the Guogong guards, and these horses would also follow the guards on the battlefield to charge on the battlefield. The Red Shadow is nothing compared to the Lady among them.

It's just that as soon as Yang Tian stepped on the horse, he found that he seemed to be a natural rider, sitting firmly on the horse, and he didn't have to worry about falling off at all, Yang Tian knew that this was the credit of the person named Pu Liuru and the land, since then, Yang Tian has fallen in love with horseback riding, and he has to ride the red shadow for more than ten laps every day, feeling the feeling of speeding away.

In his previous life, Yang Tian dreamed of having his own car, but the extravagant hope of buying a car was unattainable for him, a person who came out of a third-rate university, and he could only hide his dream deep in his heart.

After running a few laps, when the red shadow returned to the ground where he had just shot the arrow, Yang Tian tightened the reins slightly, the speed of the red shadow slowed down, Yang Tian clamped the horse's belly tightly with his legs, his hands were free, he pulled out a long arrow from the quiver, and bent the bow to catch it, "Huh, hey, hey." In the blink of an eye, Yang Tian shot three arrows in a row.

When the red shadow came back after a circle, Yang Tiancai saw that only two of the three arrows he shot in the previous circle were inserted in the arrow target, and one of them grazed the arrow target and flew to a nearby tree.

Yang Tian shook his head and shook his head, three shots and two hits, this result can only be said to be unsatisfactory, but if others knew that he had only learned archery for a few months and could shoot this result on a galloping horse, they would definitely open their eyes wide and shake their heads in disbelief.

Yang Tian's instep lightly touched Chiying's body, Chiying stepped on the broken steps and slowly stopped, Yang Tian flexibly jumped off the horse's back, stroked Chiying's horse face a few times, and handed the reins to Sun Er, who came up.

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

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

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

"Master, are you leaving?" Yang Tian was taken aback, calculated carefully, and found that the three months that Xu Yinzong had promised had already passed. He could no longer find a reason to keep Xu Yinzong.