Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 9
Ling Qianyi tugged at Song Miaomiao’s sleeve and comforted her, “Don’t be angry. We’re new here. We shouldn’t be too ostentatious. Bear with it for a while and plan for the future, and see who can have the last laugh.”
The servants did not intend to let go of the opportunity to laugh at them, and they surrounded Song Miaomiao and Ling Qianyi, the two little kids. This kind of bullying was common.
“Little beggars, leave.”
“Hey, the little beggars have a lot of backbone.”
“But this one is just a dead duck with a stubborn mouth. Hahaha, look, is it me or you who is laughing now?!”
“What are you doing?” A rough and forceful voice came from behind Song Miaomiao.
Song Miaomiao and Ling Qianyi turned around, only to see a few men in uniform white clothes with swords, who looked like heroes walking towards them.
At the time, another servant of the son who did not belong to the bullying group came forward and said, “Senior of the Wanshan Sect, the servants of the Wu family of Liuyang bullied these two little beggars.”
The young master of the Wu family in an expensive robe snorted softly, showing extreme contempt. Obviously he didn’t pay attention to these disciples of the Wanshan Sect.
Only the sly-eyed Wu family member bowed his hands down, flattering, “So, you are a disciple from the Wanshan Sect. We were just playing with these two kids.”
The servant who complained snorted coldly, “Sophistry, your Wu family were obviously bullying others, and you took away all the silver that Mr. Xue kindly gave to these two little beggars just now.”
Young Master Wu sneered, “Who’s this Mr. Xue? Just a lowly family, we’ve never heard of them…”
The leader’s voice was rough and majestic, and the muscular white-clothed man spoke again, “Please stop arguing. People who bully others are not tolerated at the foot of Jianshan Mountain, and the Wanshan Sect cannot tolerate disciples who bully others. Young Master Wu, please go back.”
Song Miaomiao was overjoyed, thinking, “Let’s see who will have the last laugh!”
“What?” Young Master Wu yelled as he closed his fan, “How dare you? Do you know who my father is?”
The white-clothed man continued, “Wanshan Sect treats all disciples who come here as apprentices, and the most disliked are those who bully others. Young Master Wu, you have already been disqualified from registration, please go back.”
Young Master Wu was not willing to submit. He started to shout, and soon eleven or twelve Wanshan Sect disciples, also dressed in white, came.
Ling Qianyi saluted the white-clothed man who stood up for them and said gratefully, “Thank you, Senior Brother.”
The man in white replied, “Little brother, you don’t have to be polite; I just did what a Wanshan Sect disciple should do.”
At that time, another white-clothed disciple shouted, “Senior Brother Song, come over here.”
Brother Song in white said, “Okay. I’ll be right over.”
Then he turned his head and said goodbye to Song Miaomiao and Ling Qianyi.
After Senior Brother Song left with other senior brothers, Ling Qianyi said to Song Miaomiao, “Senior Brother Song is really kind. I also want to join the Wanshan Sect and become a righteous martial artist like them.”
Seeing that Song Miaomiao’s mind seemed to be wandering, Ling Qianyi asked with concern, “What’s wrong, Miaomiao?”
Song Miaomiao shook her head; she couldn’t express herself why. For some reason, she always felt that Senior Brother Song’s gaze on her was a little weird, as if he was looking at her and seemed to be looking at others through her. Did she ever write this character? Just like the composition for the college entrance examination, one could remember at most one topic. Who could remember the details of what they wrote back then?
Song Miaomiao didn’t bother anymore and followed Ling Qianyi to the mountain gate to queue up for registration. There were middle-aged people in their 30s and 40s, and children about ten years old like them. There were rich men and poor children, heroes, and heroines. According to the regulations of the Wanshan Sect, no matter whether they were poor or rich, noble or humble, young or tall, male or female, they could apply, except for one category of people.
The Senior Brother taking care of the registration at the mountain gate said to Song Miaomiao, “Little girl, little brother, please forgive me for such entry rules.”
The only exceptions were those with disabilities.
Song Miaomiao had herself written a martial arts theme about shouting, fighting, and flying over walls in which one had a disability, couldn’t see, hear, or speak, or was missing an arm or a leg, weren’t taken. So how could she complain?
No matter what Ling Qianyi said, the registration seniors were unwilling to back down, “Little brother, this is the Sect rule of Wanshan Sect for hundreds of years, and it cannot be changed no matter what.”
The people in the queue behind urged, “If you can’t register, get out of the way first; there are more people in the queue behind.”
“Don’t delay everyone!”
The noise attracted Brother Song, who was maintaining order. “What’s wrong?”
Ling Qianyi led Song Miaomiao to step aside for a while and begged, “Senior Brother Song, although she can’t speak, she is extremely intelligent, please be lenient.”
Brother Song roughly understood the cause of the incident and still said, “The rules of entry are like this and cannot be changed.”
Ling Qianyi also panicked and asked anxiously, “What should I do?”
Song Miaomiao was speechless. She had confirmed with the System Oppa just now that she had indeed added such a rule for the sake of word count, and it was all a pit she dug for herself. No wonder in the plot in the original book, there were no more scenes of the little mute. It turned out to end here.
Song Miaomiao thought, “I don’t have enough IQ to write the character away. There is no foreshadowing.”
System Oppa: […]
Senior Brother Song glanced at Song Miaomiao again and asked, “Little girl can’t speak?” Song Miaomiao nodded obediently. What should she do next? The system Oppa said that the plot must be promoted.
Could it be that her mission had already been completed, so she would have to part with the male lead and go to the rivers and lakes to promote the plot?
Brother Song’s eyes swiveled between Ling Qianyi and Song Miaomiao, “Are you siblings?”
Ling Qianyi nodded and said, “Yes, she is my older sister.”
Senior Brother Song nodded, “Oh, how old are you this year? What is your last name?” Although Senior Brother Song was asking about Ling Qianyi, his eyes were always on Song Miaomiao.
Song Miaomiao was at a loss: ? ? ?
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