Yugong kept moving in a circle.
He felt that if he moved fast enough to produce shadows, he would look like one of those deities who have many arms and hold different weapons at the same time.
Naturally it wasn't so easy to be that fast, instead, he looked more like a confused child that kept walking dazedly in a circle – his so-called changing movements weren't visible for normal people.
*Knock* *Knock* "Big brother Ling, are you there?"
Yugong stopped his movements, surprisingly quick without any feeling of daze, his movements smooth.
He walked towards the door and opened it "Yiye, how many times have I told you not to call me big brother?"
The one who just entered was his old time friend Shu Yiye, the other person from his village that entered.
This boy was actually the son of the local martial arts teacher – every larger village had one.
They met in the two years Yugong hunted in the mountain behind the village, at that time, he was hunting while Yiye was training with his sword in the mountains.
Yugong saved the small boy from being bitten by a venomous snake.
After that, the boy called Yugong "Big brother" or "Elder brother".
Naturally Yugong didn't like to take the responsibility of an elder brother – in his mind, an elder brother was like a father, just that he was more casual.
He didn't want to be a father just yet, especially not to a boy.
If it was a small girl, he didn't mind.
Everyone liked to pamper and spoil their daughters, they were also sensible and would take care of you when you were old.
As for sons… aren't they just trouble?
You have to worry about them beating up someone, about being beaten up, about them making a mistake, about them not making a mistake and being too introverted…
When he thought of that, he snorted, thinking of his colleagues who were plagued by having sons, especially female colleagues who were always called for one thing or another to get their son from the principle's office.
Meanwhile, the male workers would all brag about their daughters, how cute they looked, how they crafted something for them…
Yugong's jealousy at that time was at its peak.
Anyways, he didn't want to be an older brother.
If he was one, then only under one circumstance – money!
Unfortunately, this boy did have resources and he was also a very loyal brother, always bringing him things he had never seen.
So, although he told him not to call him like this, he would still act like an elder brother, scold him when it was necessary, help him when he asked, and so on.
"You've told me this at least a thousand times, elder brother!" Yiye joked.
Yugong ignored him and went back to training.
On the side, Yiye commented "I asked my father and he told me he has never heard of a martial arts where you just walk in circles."
"You want to test my strength?" Yugong asked.
"No, no, no!" Yiye quickly shook his head, he knew his elder brother's palm wasn't soft at all.
Just one slap and he would fall back several steps – they were of the same age and he also trained martial arts, else he would definitely fall down!
"So… brother…" he asked a bit shyly.
"Haven't I told you before that a real man is straightforward and doesn't talk around things?
The only situation you should quibble is when you're in politics or when you're scamming!" he made a casual joke from his past life.
As a responsible elder brother, he had long explained what scamming was.
"Yes yes" Yiye nodded at the wisdom.
"So what is it?"
"Well, brother, do you really not want to be a swordsman?" he asked, although he knew the answer.
"Let me ask you Yiye, why do you like the sword?"
"My father-" he started but was cut off by Yugong.
"No, why do You like swords?"
Now Yiye was quiet. He wanted to say that his father taught him, or that his father also carried a sword, so he admired swordsmen.
But, in fact, he didn't think that was the correct answer.
"For me, the bow is my life. What I eat comes from the prey I target with my arrow. When I'm in danger, the bow stays close to me while the arrow sacrifices itself to save me.
If there is one weapon that has brought me back from the gate of death, it is the bow.
One day, I shall take revenge on the beast that took my father's life with the same bow that allowed me to escape."
Yugong looked reverently at the bow in his hand.
During the whole time he trained, he would change his position from the palm to bow and arrow – he didn't want to be a martial artist, he wanted to be an archer.
The bow followed his every step while the arrow opened the path ahead.
He was a bit philosophical when he thought of the bow and arrow in his hand.
It was a mysterious feeling of the weapon and him being close.
Although he didn't understand it, from his guess, this should be something about the weapon dharma he had read about once – like sword energy but for the bow.
He might not even have stepped foot into cultivation, but his heart was already fully encompassing the idea of a bow.
Yugong looked back at Yiye.
If it was anyone else, he would just send them away.
But this Yiye was his responsibility from the moment he allowed him to call him elder brother, even if he told him not to do so, he never truly rejected it.
He wanted his younger brother to learn from his own explanation and get a feeling for the sword.
Since the sect behind was a sword sect, this younger brother would be valued as long as he had a deeper talent for the sword.
Most importantly, he even had a mutated gold spiritual root, the most suitable root for swordsmen.
The wind element is among the five origin elements, it is more focused on movement and change, so it's well liked by all kinds of cultivators, especially weapon cultivators.
It is called the mother element of all weapon dharma cultivators.
Still, some weapons have different elements they are close to – swords are closer to gold, shields to earth, whips to water, and so on.
With a gold spiritual root, he already had the minimum requirement to be a talented swordsman – as long as he showed talent in sword cultivation, he would rise and shine.
Yugong didn't know about his own path, but the role of a parent, even that of an elder brother, is to arrange a brighter future for their children and brothers.
So, with the responsibility, he wanted to make sure that this small brat was taken care of before focusing on his own path.
Naturally this wasn't without any benefit – as an archer, he'll definitely not become the core of the sect's cultivation.
Even if he were to become a strong cultivator, a swordsman would be more respected.
Having a connection to the core of the sect by the line of his brother is a good reward.