Transmigration begins with archery training

county seat.

It's roughly the same as Chen Sanshi's estimate.

The most valuable parts of a cheetah are its gallbladder and heart; the rest sold for a total of forty-six taels of silver.

After taking care of his things, he rushed back to the garrison before dark.

"Running back and forth like this is such a waste of time!"

"We still need a means of transportation."

Chen Sanshi has been training day and night lately, rarely even practicing archery, and has only been to the horse farm once.

With that in mind, he didn't go home, but instead went to the military camp.

"Eh-"

As soon as they reached the stable, the white horse began to neigh restlessly and stamp its hooves, as if to make a threat.

Chen Sanshi's temper flared up immediately.

The moment the gate was opened, the white swan horse charged out like a madman.

Chen Sanshi grabbed the saddle, leaped onto the horse, and lashed out with the whip.

The white swan horse, in pain, ran even faster, trying its best to throw off the rider.

As Chen Sanshi settled himself in, he used the reins to force the horse to run in the direction he indicated.

His strength, having reached a minor level of mastery in blood cultivation, was naturally beyond the capabilities of a single horse.

The white swan horse struggled at first, but as time went on, perhaps because it was exhausted, or perhaps because it realized that resistance was futile, it gradually became obedient.

Half an hour later, he could use it as easily as his own arm.

In Chen Sanshi's hands, the reins were like a car steering wheel, allowing him to do as he pleased.

[Skill: Horse Riding (Beginner)]

Progress: (0/200)

[Effect: The BMW recognizes its owner, signifying a deep connection]

BMW?

The dashboard refers to it as a BMW, so it seems to have a good pedigree, it's just a bit stubborn.

As for mutual understanding, it's an indescribable feeling, quite mysterious.

If he had to describe it, Chen Sanshi felt that although he hadn't known Bai Huma for long, he was as familiar as a dog he had raised for twenty years, and they were kindred spirits who could understand each other's meaning.

This is critical.

On the battlefield, generals and their warhorses are the closest comrades-in-arms; good coordination can sometimes save lives.

When he was reading the book "Da Sheng Shu", he remembered that Emperor Taizu Cao Xie of the time had been a servant in a wealthy family, responsible for raising horses and developing a bond with a foal.

Later, when Cao Xie was being chased, it was that horse that saved his life.

Otherwise, there would have been no great dynasty of the Cao family.

Having subdued the white swan horse, Chen Sanshi planned to go back to rest.

When they arrived at the stable, the white swan horse resisted, indicating that it did not want to live in the cramped stable.

Chen Sanshi didn't care.

His house was large enough to raise a horse, so he brought the grain trough and stone trough home with him.

"Brother Shi is so impressive."

Gu Xinlan's heart skipped a beat when she saw her husband ride a horse into the courtyard.

Although he was just a banner officer, in her eyes, Shi Ge'er was becoming more and more like a general from a storybook.

After finishing his dinner, Chen Sanshi, who was starving, mustered up a lot of courage and continued practicing shooting in the yard.

The wind howled like thunder, but the horse was not afraid at all. It stood under the osmanthus tree watching him, occasionally eating a few bites of fodder, until it was exhausted late at night and finally fell into a deep sleep standing up.

After practicing shooting, Sister Lan boiled water and helped Chen Sanshi bathe and change clothes.

"I've processed the tiger skin you brought back."

Gu Xinlan showed the tiger-skin blanket: "How about I turn it into clothes for you? It will definitely keep you warm in winter."

Chen Sanshi leaned back in the bathtub: "Put it on and let me see."

"what?"

Before Gu Xinlan could react, the man said again, "What I mean is, I don't wear any other clothes, just this."

"Brother Shi..."

Gu Xinlan blushed to her neck: "Who...who taught you this? How come you're getting more and more creative?"

Who makes someone dress up as a tigress?

……

The next day.

White dew gathers sweet fruit, scattered by horses' hooves in the early morning.

Chen Sanshi rode his white swan horse to the military camp for roll call.

After the training was over, he went to Wang Zhi's camp and told him about the possible existence of the Witch God Cult in Poyang, hoping that he could report to the commander and send someone to investigate.

Then, he took another day off and prepared to go up the mountain again.

He was determined to get the white deer.

Not to mention the necessity of a heavy bow, the white deer itself is also a great tonic, and its speed of cultivation improvement is no slower than that of the tiger heart.

Even if the bait costs fifty taels, it's worth the try.

After requesting leave, Chen Sanshi hadn't even left his tent when his subordinate Wang Li came looking for him.

"grown ups."

Wang Li reported, "Someone from Tianyuan Martial Arts School wants to see you."

"The one surnamed Liang?"

Chen Sanshi hesitated for a moment: "Let him in."

If we're going to meet, let's meet in the military camp.

Soon, Wang Li led someone in, but it wasn't Liang Zhan himself, but a disciple of Tianyuan Martial Arts School.

"Chen, the flag officer."

The disciple first clasped his hands in a salute, then took out an exquisite sandalwood box from his robes: "My young master knows that you have been hunting deer recently, so he specially picked a hundred-year-old precious mushroom from the Medicine Valley."

"In addition, the young master also asked me to pass on a message."

"There was a misunderstanding with Officer Chen before. I hope you will accept this apology and let's turn hostility into friendship. If you need any help in the future, I will definitely do my best to assist you."

Chen Sanshi pondered the other person's meaning.

Is the guy surnamed Liang afraid of him?

Not to the point.

It's understandable that Qin Xiong, a local ruffian, would be afraid of arrows when he saw him.

But Liang Zhan was, after all, a martial artist who practiced bone cultivation, and he fought very bravely against the cultists that day.

Why bother giving him, a mere flag officer, a Blood Cultivation Warrior, an apology?

What a flexible person.

This child cannot be kept!

Chen Sanshi was on high alert.

He had originally intended to refuse Baozhi, but seeing the gleam in Wang Baihu's eyes, he changed his mind: "I'll accept the things, and please thank Young Master Liang for me."

There are indeed things about Wang Zhi that are worth learning from.

There's absolutely no need to talk about morality when dealing with this kind of person.

Sugar-coated shells.

Sometimes, you have to swallow the sugar and spit out the cannonball.

Just right.

Fifty taels of silver is too extravagant to use as bait; it would be better to use it to buy tonics to improve one's cultivation.

"It's fine to accept it."

The martial arts disciple breathed a sigh of relief: "Before I came, my young master told me that if Officer Chen didn't accept gifts, I wasn't allowed to go back."

"What about mine?"

Wang Zhi held back for a long time: "Your young master and I are bosom friends and kindred spirits. What about me?"

"Commander Wang, this, this..."

The martial arts instructor coughed twice, looking embarrassed, and said, "I have to go back and report, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he left in a hurry without looking back.

"Pooh!"

Wang Zhi cursed, "The Liang family is really a snob. They know that it's a sure thing that you will enter the Eight Great Camps and become a disciple of the Governor's Mansion, so they're trying to curry favor with you!"

"but……"

He said seriously, "You'd better step up your game. The more respect they show you now, the greater the backlash will be if you lose the selection process in the future."

Chen Sanshi naturally understood this principle.

Then we should cherish our time even more.

He took his weapon, rode his white swan horse away from the military camp, and headed straight for Tiger Head Mountain.

With Baozhi.

The probability of finding the white deer should be greatly increased.