Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 10
Ling Qianyi didn’t know the answers to these questions either, but he met Song Miaomiao at Tianci Restaurant, so he naturally answered according to the location of the Restaurant, “My name is Ling Qianyi, and her name is Miaomiao.”
“Ling Miaomiao?” Senior Brother Song seemed a little disappointed. “Excuse me.”
“Brother Song, what about Miaomiao?”
Senior Brother Song said apologetically, “It’s determined by the rules. If you can’t bear to part with your sister, you can settle her in Bean Sprout Village on the east side of Wanshan Mountain.”
Ling Qianyi said to Song Miaomiao, “Miaomiao, is it okay?”
If not, what else could she do? Song Miaomiao could only nod her head.
After a while, there was the sound of drumming from the mountain gate, and the surrounding noise immediately dissipated, and everyone focused on silence.
Brother Song and about twenty other men lined up and stood on both sides of the mountain gate. On the steps under the mountain gate, four or five men wearing white brocade belts of the same style were arranged forming a circle. Although their appearance was plain, the slender man among them stood out. Despite everyone being dressed identically, this man exuded an air of distinction.The person with the highest status on the scene occupied the most conspicuous position.
The leading man spoke in a powerful voice, “Welcome all heroes of the martial arts world to participate in the selection of new disciples of our Wanshan Sect every five years. I am Master Fang, the first disciple under the Sui head of the Wanshan Sect.”
There were a few bold ones who directly saluted Master Fang and called him, “Senior Brother.”
Master Fang smiled slightly, bowed to everyone, and continued, “According to the statistics of the mountain guards, the number of applicants has reached 1,751. We will arrange three rounds of assessment, and anyone who fails will be eliminated. Those who win the round of assessments will become the new inner disciples of the Wanshan Sect. Please rest well tonight. Tomorrow, at this place, I will announce the first question given by the Master.”
Mechatronic male voice: [Mission 3: Help the male lead pass the apprenticeship test. Nature of the task: Supplement the main plot that has not been clearly explained. Mission three bonus points: 1000 points.]
Song Miaomiao: [Help him become an apprentice? I remember that the character didn’t have this plot when I wrote it. The little mute only appeared twice; didn’t she disappear later?]
The system Oppa reminded again, [Task nature: Supplement the main plot that has not been clearly explained.]
Song Miaomiao: [You mean the plot was not explained clearly?]
System Oppa: [According to the system’s judgment, the male lead’s apprenticeship is a major plot, and the chapter description you posted is too brief.]
Song Miaomiao: [Then can you tell me, what was the subject of Ling Qianyi’s apprenticeship competition in the plot I wrote back then?]
System Oppa: [The chapter you have published is written like this: People say that Tang Sanzang learned from the scriptures and went through many difficulties. Ling Qianyi also went through hardships for the apprenticeship, and his hard work paid off. He became a new disciple of the Wanshan Sect.]
(M: Tang Sanzang is a Buddhist monk in the novel Journey to the West.)
Song Miaomiao was embarrassed, [It turns out that my writing style was like this back then.]
No, the point seemed to be wrong!
System Oppa: [The system judges that this description does not clearly explain the specific process of the male lead’s apprenticeship. ]
When Song Miaomiao wrote this, she wanted to highlight the hardships of the male lead’s apprenticeship, but she couldn’t figure it out. It was challenging to write, so she just skipped it. So, as the author, she didn’t know the content of the competition at all!
Song Miaomiao: [This is another pit I dug for myself.]
System Oppa: [Our aim is to fill in the hole we dig ourselves even when we cry!]
Song Miaomiao: […]
“Miaomiao, Miaomiao. What are you thinking?” Ling Qianyi pulled Song Miaomiao, who seemed to be in a daze, back to the novel world.
Song Miaomiao shook her head, indicating that it was nothing.
Ling Qianyi thought that she was still sad about not being able to enter the Wanshan Sect, so he comforted her, “Miaomiao, don’t be afraid. I just asked Senior Brother Song, he explained that tomorrow is the first day of the competition, so I can take you to participate with me. As for the second and third round, you will accompany me. After the competition is over, if I fail this time, I will live with you in Bean Sprout village that Senior Brother Song mentioned for five years and participate again. If I succeed, I will arrange for you to stay in Bean Sprout Village and visit you every month.”
Song Miaomiao nodded numbly and didn’t know what tasks the system would release after successful apprenticeship, and what she would do when the time came. She just decided to let it go, and accept it for the time being.
Song Miaomiao and Ling Qianyi didn’t have a gorgeous carriage to live in, so they spent the night around the fire with the family and servants of those aristocrats.
On the second day, during Chen Shi (07:00 – 09:00 am), Brother Master Fang stood on the steps of the mountain gate as promised, saying, “All fellow martial artists, our first competition is about patience. Everyone, please look at the towering mountain on the left side.”
Everyone followed Master Fang’s hand and looked towards the towering mountain, where the jungle was hidden and the birds were singing, and the flowers were fragrant. Song Miaomiao wondered what new trick they had.
Brother Master Fang continued, “Next, we will designate a tree for each contestant. The content of the competition is to know how many leaves are on the designated tree. I will record everyone’s answers here at the same time tomorrow.”
How many leaves were there on a tree? This question was… so out of the world!
This idea was too nonsensical! Who thought of this? As the author, Song Miaomiao never thought about it that way.
How many leaves were there?! Everyone was dumbfounded. No wonder the subject of the competition was patience.
Everyone followed the disciples sent by the Wanshan Sect to the towering mountain with verdant forests, and according to the roster that they signed up for the day before, each of them was designated a tree.
Song Miaomiao touched the thick trunk of the big tree assigned to Ling Qianyi and looked at the layers of branches. How could they count the number of leaves on this tree in just one day?
These trees were probably hundreds of years old! This whole mountain was full of this kind of tree. Could it be that the Wanshan Sect specially planted these trees and gave the question every time?
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