Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 8
One day, Song Miaomiao and Ling Qianyi walked through a forest, collected dry firewood, and built a fire. Ling Qianyi used his family’s magic acupuncture technique to knock down a bird with stones. The two sat around the fire and roasted it, watching the sunset.
“My name is Ling Qianyi, do you have a name?” Ling Qianyi asked with watery eyes; the warm sunset cast a warm halo on him.
Song Miaomiao didn’t know how to answer.
As the author of the book, she had a name, but as a character in the book, she had no name.
Ling Qianyi said, “No?”
Since Ling Qianyi had already thought so, she just needed to accept it.
Song Miaomiao nodded.
“Then…then I’ll give you a name, okay?” Ling Qianyi paused, then said, “I’ll call you Miaomiao.”
Miaomiao was her real name. How did Ling Qianyi know, or was this the unique tacit understanding between the male lead and the author?
Song Miaomiao tilted her head to show her confusion.
Ling Qianyi carefully explained, “This is my cat’s name; I think you are very similar to her.”
There was a cat named Miaomiao in his house
“Don’t you like it?”
Song Miaomiao smiled and shook her head, expressing her joy.
Ling Qianyi breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good; I was afraid you wouldn’t like it.”
Song Miaomiao couldn’t speak, and she didn’t want to babble in front of the male lead. That was too out of the author’s style. So she could only make full use of these eyes. In the past two months, the two of them had gradually developed a tacit understanding. Not to mention more, at least Song Miaomiao’s most basic emotions, such as hunger, thirst, and fatigue, were conveyed with just a few glances at Ling Qianyi, and he could understand.
He truly deserved to be the male lead!
The two of them were companions all the way. Relying on Ling Qianyi to know the way, Song Miaomiao’s few copper coins and dry food couldn’t last long at all. When the dry food ran out, they used stones to beat birds, went down rivers to catch fish, picked wild fruits, lived in caves when they had no land to live in, or curled up in random places for the night. That was the first time Song Miaomiao slept like that. In the 22nd century, needless to say, how could there be no place to live? In Tianci Restaurant, there was at least a place to shelter from the wind and rain in a cowshed and woodshed.
The external difficulties were fine, but the only thing that bothered Song Miaomiao the most was that Ling Qianyi had nightmares every night.
Song Miaomiao used the iron kettle to warm a pot of water in the fire every night, so that the person who woke up from nightmares would be better off drinking some warm water.
Finally, the two of them arrived at the foot of the Wanshan Sect in a staggering manner.
As soon as she arrived at the foot of Jianshan Mountain of the Wanshan Sect, the mechanical male voice of the system Oppa came out again, [Task 2 is completed, and the reward points are 200 points. Accumulate 400 points.]
The place was a mountainous area with many peaks, so it was called Wanshan. The Wanshan sect sat on the top of Jianshan Mountain, the highest peak in the Wanshan Mountain. The mountain gate was located at the beginning of the stairs.
What surprised Song Miaomiao most was that there were not only many mountains but also more people. The foot of Jianshan Mountain was densely packed with people, almost equivalent to the morning meeting in a high Sect.
A few men happened to pass by and chatted casually, “This year’s apprenticeship meeting has double the number of people than in previous years.”
“Brother Zheng, did you come here last time?”
“To be honest, it is held every five years, and this is the fourth time I have participated.”
“Being able to enter Jianshan and become an inner disciple of the Wanshan Sect is the common pursuit of martial arts practitioners all over the world.”
This enthusiasm was really impressive. Was the Wanshan Sect in her novel so charming? Thinking about it, she got a little excited.
Most of the people looking for a teacher to learn material arts were obviously young masters, surrounded by dozens of family servants, and occasionally a few plainly dressed people, but only Song Miaomiao and Ling Qianyi seemed homeless.
So soon, some rude servants came to drive them away, “Little beggars, walk away, don’t come here to beg.”
The aristocratic young man with a little heart threw a piece of silver from the carriage, “Take the silver, and go. This place doesn’t belong to you.”
Another nobleman in a high quality robe sitting on a gorgeous carriage said angrily, “Little beggars, get out of here.”
Several servants who looked scornful immediately said to the noble young master, “Young Master, let’s drive these little beggars away immediately.”
Ling Qianyi said seriously, “We’re not here to… We’re here to be apprentices.”
“Apprentices?” Jia Ding laughed loudly, “Look at you, you came to be an apprentice? I dare not think so, sir.”
“Go back wherever you came from. Otherwise, in the apprenticeship competition later, you will have no bones left in you.”
“Take a pee and look at yourself. (in the reflection) What qualifications do you guys have to compete with our master?”
Song Miaomiao was angered by these people’s provocative words; why did they look down on them so much?!
Song Miaomiao’s heart trembled. That face brought up some sour memories, and she quickly suppressed these memories.
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