112 Inheritance

“Pa, pa!” Gu Yanfei clapped for his arrow with a smile.

Gu Yuan handed the bow in his hand to Gu Yanfei and explained with a smile, “Sister, this bow of yours is a stone bow, so it’s a little light for a martial artist. However, for most women, this stone bow is still a little difficult.”

“Have you tried it before?”

“Yes.” Gu Yanfei nodded. “It’s quite light.”

“Sister is indeed a daughter of the Gu family!” Gu Yuan smiled happily. “The aunts in the family are also good at riding and archery.”

At the side, Gu Jian finally knew that this bow actually belonged to Gu Yanfei. His expression froze. He felt that this pair of siblings seemed to be mocking him for not being able to draw a stone bow.

Gu Yuan had his back facing Gu Jian and was only focused on talking to Gu Yanfei. “Sister, although my archery skills are not as good as when my father was alive, I’ve already mastered 70 to 80% of his skills. I’m always the best at archery in the military. If you want to learn, I can teach you.”

He was high-spirited when he said this, his description smug and showing off.

Not far away, when Gu Jian heard him mention Gu Ce, the teacup in his hand trembled slightly.

Gu Yanfei was amused by Gu Yuan and smiled. Just as she was about to agree, she saw that the hair tie behind Gu Yuan’s head had loosened a little, so she waved at him. “Sit down and lower your head.”

Gu Yuan sat down on a chair and lowered his head slightly.

Gu Yanfei helped him smooth his slightly loose hair and tie the hair tie tightly again.

Gu Yuan did not move as Gu Yanfei tied his hair and just stared at the girl in front of him.

Deep in his heart, a voice said that this was his biological sister. She was different.

Ever since he was young, Gu Yuan had been very good to his only sister, Gu Yunrong. Gu Yunrong was also close to him. However, for some reason, there was always an invisible barrier between him and Gu Yunrong in the depths of his heart that also seemed to be surrounded by an indescribable fog.

Sometimes, he felt that there was something wrong with him. Both his and Gu Yunrong’s parents had died, and they were each other’s only family, so he should treat her better. He had also blamed himself for this and felt lost because of it.

Only when he found his real sister did the fog lift from his mind.

When he was with Gu Yanfei, there was no strange estrangement. Instead, there was an inexplicable tacit understanding and intimacy between them.

They had only known each other for a short time, and they had only spent so little time together. It was as if an invisible bond in the depths of his blood connected him to his sister.

This was his sister!

The person closest to his bloodline in this world.

Gu Yuan’s heart settled and felt warm, like a traveler who had been wandering outside for many years had finally found his home.

Gu Yanfei slowly tied a knot in her headband. From the corner of her eye, she saw the green-robed servant running over alone with two heavy bows.

Gu Yanfei’s gaze fixed on one of the bows for a moment, and a faint sneer appeared on her lips.

Without batting an eyelid, she raised her hand and drew a strange, winding curve on his forehead. She drew it all the way down. When she was done, she touched his forehead with her fingertips.

A faint white light flashed.

Gu Yanfei retracted her hand in satisfaction and said, “Done.”

Only then did Gu Yuan stand up from his chair. He touched the headband that Gu Yanfei had tied again lovingly and was in high spirits.

While the siblings were talking, the green-robed servant was already sweating profusely as he carried the two bows to the long table and carefully lowered them.

These two big bows were heavy and were far heavier than Gu Yanfei’s stone bow.

Gu Jian put down the teacup and cleared his throat before saying, “Yuan’er, I remember that you were able to draw the two-stone bow a year ago. The stone bow just now is now at ease. Let Second Uncle see how many stones you can draw now.”

The two bows the servant had just brought were a three-stone bow and a five-stone bow.

Without another word, Gu Yuan picked up the bow and held it.

The three-stone bow was clearly heavier than the one-stone bow, and the bowstring was thicker. It shone coldly in the sunlight.

Gu Yuan nocked an arrow unhurriedly and pulled the bowstring taut in one go. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, as if they were already a reflex action of his body.

In the past two years, the bow he had commonly used in the military was a three-stone bow. To him, it had long been nothing.

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