Transmigration begins with archery training

Blood Training Basics!

Chen Sanshi exhaled a breath of stale air.

The so-called "beginner's guide to blood cultivation".

It involves cultivating a special kind of "qi and blood" within the body.

Those who practice martial arts can enhance their attacks by mobilizing this vital energy.

The stronger one's Qi and blood, the longer one can maintain peak combat power.

Just as Baihu said, only after reaching the level of blood refining can one understand the importance of the quality of qi and blood.

This is just the beginning. The gap between the ordinary breathing method and the Haoran breathing method will only widen in the future.

Stab me!

Wang Zhi's voice rang in my ears: "I'll teach you to stab me with a gun!"

Chen Sanshi was puzzled, but he didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up the plum blossom iron spear, channeled his qi and blood into his right arm, and thrust the spear towards the centurion's face.

"clang--"

Fatty Wang struck the scabbard against the blade to confirm the power: "You've really cultivated qi and blood?"

How long has it been?

All in all, it's only six days!

Those who can cultivate Qi and blood within a month have limitless potential.

What does it mean to master it in six days?!

What's even more terrifying is that he's practicing the Haoran Breathing Technique!

It's true that the Haoran Breathing Method is stronger, but it also means that it will be more difficult to cultivate Qi and blood through this breathing method.

Even so, it still only took six days!

What kind of talent is this?

After his initial shock, Wang Zhi tried to control his facial expression: "You're not bad, kid, you're so-so."

"Careless my ass!"

Hearing the commotion, Liu Baihu and Xiong Baihu, who had come looking for them, also saw this scene.

To cultivate one's Qi and Blood in six days—even in the Eighth Army, that would make one a top genius, right?

What did the two of them miss?

If this young man enters the Eight Great Camps in the future and is given an important position, he might rise rapidly to become a high-ranking official or even a first-class minister.

At that time, even if they only give a little help out of consideration for the family's past ties, they will still be able to rise to prominence along with their relatives and friends.

Even though it's only a possibility, it's still infuriating to let it slip away.

"Old Bear!"

Liu Baihu stroked the hilt of his knife: "Let's kill him another day!"

"No need to reschedule."

Xiong Baihu picked up an axe from the orchid: "Today."

The training ground quickly became lively.

When everyone learned that while some people were still learning stance training, Chen Sanshi had already developed qi and blood, they were all stunned.

Luo Dongquan was also drawn by the noise, his face turning ashen.

His good-for-nothing nephew will need at least another seven days to cultivate his Qi and blood, which is twice as slow.

"Get lost, I'm not in the mood to play with you!"

Wang Zhi ignored the two centurions and led the boy into the camp.

He poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it down, then said, "Today, Commander Xiang went to the county town. I'll report it when he returns. This selection of the vanguard is definitely yours."

"Thank you, Commander Wang."

Chen Sanshi dared not underestimate this fat man who appeared to be greedy for money.

This guy may not look impressive, but his strength is extraordinary.

He had used all his strength in that previous shot, but his opponent had blocked it effortlessly with just a scabbard.

With such a huge gap in strength, no military officer should be underestimated.

"You can now be considered a proper martial arts master."

Wang Zhi asked, "What weapon do you plan to focus on training with in the future?"

Chen Sanshi hadn't considered this issue.

Fatty Wang explained the rules and regulations in the military camp.

"During basic training, recruits are uniformly issued pistols."

"After the assessment, the elite soldiers can choose the weapons they like or are good at, while the infantry can only be assigned according to the needs of their troop type."

"But don't assume that soldiers have poor basic marksmanship."

"This set of spear techniques was created by the number one fierce general under the Great Emperor Taizu of the Great Sheng Dynasty. If it were placed in the martial arts world, it would definitely be regarded as a family heirloom by ordinary sects."

"The reason it is used to train new recruits is precisely because it is not easy to learn and can test the upper limit of a person's talent."

"Once the test is complete, you can naturally change your choice."

Chen Sanshi asked doubtfully, "Won't changing weapons affect my martial arts training progress?"

"They've only just started learning and haven't gone on to further studies, so it's easy to make changes."

Wang Zhi said, "Moreover, there is a saying: 'A month of sticks, a year of knives, a lifetime of spears, and a treasured sword always at hand.'"

"Without a doubt, guns are the most difficult to learn, followed by swords."

"With your talent, your training speed would be much faster if you followed me to learn swordsmanship. How about it, do you want to consider it?"

Chen Sanshi understood the principle that "an inch longer, an inch stronger."

In the future, on the battlefield, the upper limit of long weapons will theoretically be higher.

Besides, while marksmanship is difficult, it's not like he can't learn it.

He has never pursued quick success; he believes that improving one's level step by step is more solid.

"I'll continue practicing shooting."

Chen Sanshi made a decision.

"He's quite ambitious."

Wang Zhi didn't try to persuade him further, but changed the subject: "But Sanshi, with me and Lao Liu fighting over you, do you feel like you're about to rise to prominence?"

"No."

Chen Sanshi knew the value he was demonstrating was perhaps not bad.

But he wouldn't be foolish enough to actually believe it's "safe."

A possibility is just a possibility until it becomes a reality.

He believes that there is never a shortage of so-called "geniuses".

But those who truly survive to the end and stand at the top are not necessarily these "geniuses".

Moreover, he never considered himself a top genius.

Most importantly, it depends on one's own efforts.

The fact that Fatty Wang said that to him shows that he really considers him one of his own.

Chen Sanshi cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Commander Wang."

"It's good that you understand, but you don't need to be overly cautious."

Wang Zhi personally poured two bowls of wine and handed one to me, saying, "Although I am only a sixth-rank centurion, I can still protect my subordinates within the territory of Poyang County."

"I'll remember it."

Chen Sanshi picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Wang Baihu finished his drink, then threw down his bowl, patted his belly, and went out: "I'm off. Tonight I have to go on a mission with the commander to fight the enemy!"

"Om-"

Immediately afterwards, the assembly call sounded in the military camp.

Commander Wang and Commander Liu gathered their men and set off into the city.

"Shall we enter the city again, or continue the hunt for barbarian assassins?"

Chen Sanshi pondered, "Things have been so chaotic lately, it's really hard to make a move..."

But we can't delay any longer.

Qin Feng has already become a true disciple; the longer this drags on, the more trouble will arise.

Let's try a different approach.

Given how chaotic things are, it's not surprising that one or two people die, right?

……

"Wang Ye, you're so naughty~"

"Wow, you're so big! Hahahaha!"

The house is full of spring.

In the box.

Wang Zhi was surrounded by women on both sides, constantly being fed grapes and occasionally enjoying imported wine. He was having a wonderful time.

opposite.

Two young men were sitting there.

A dashing young man, dressed in fine clothes and holding a folding fan, was also holding a beautiful woman in his arms. He was Liang Zhan, the young master of Tianyuan Martial Arts School.

Another young man, dressed in a long robe and also handsome, was Qin Feng.

There was no woman beside him; he just sat there somewhat awkwardly.

"Come, Commander Wang, let me offer you a toast."

Liang Zhan raised his glass in invitation.

"Good good!"

Wang Baihu drank it down readily.

"Wang Baihu".

Liang Zhan put down his wine glass and asked with a smile, "What's your decision regarding that country hunter?"

"Who is Young Master Liang referring to?"

Wang Zhi looked completely bewildered.

"..."

Liang Zhan was silent for a moment, then took out a twenty-tael silver ingot from his sleeve and patted it on the shoulder with a smile: "Commander Wang, you really have a bad memory!"

Wang Zhi glanced at him, pursed his lips, and with a wave of his hand, the silver disappeared in an instant.

"Look at my memory!"

He slapped his forehead: "I remember now, isn't it that guy surnamed Qian who lives in Sujia Village? I'll deal with him later, don't worry."

"Lord Wang, you've got it wrong."

Qin Feng, who was standing next to him, couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly stood up: "I'm talking about Chen Sanshi from Yanbian Village."