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Chapter 193 Self-cultivation of a gigolo
The implicit message in her words made one think deeply, but she said it so easily and directly, as if she was as calm as it should be.

Seeing his hesitation, Shi Xuanying did not explain much, nor did she persuade him much. She just said, "General Shao, please think about the 30,000 soldiers."

Seeing General Shao leaving with a lot on his mind, Yan Cui asked, "Why don't you persuade him?"

Master Xuanying asked: "I swear now that I did this out of righteousness and without any ulterior motive. Do you believe me?"

Feast destroys silence.

"Look, even you don't believe it." Shi Xuanying smiled, "I believe he will be wary of my ulterior motives and will definitely weigh the pros and cons."

That's the truth, but...what does "even you don't believe it" mean? Yan Cui's ironic words were on the tip of his tongue, and he suddenly regained some of his self-cultivation as a gigolo.

That's all! Since she is rich and willing to spend money, what she said must make sense!
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There was a faint light in the sky.

The night and the morning light mixed together, and the long team meandered across the hazy wasteland. At this time, fatigue and sleepiness came over them, and the crowd seemed unusually quiet.

They had not had a full meal for more than two months. After the initial excitement faded, all they could do was grit their teeth and persevere. In addition, the farther they got from Pingcheng Pass, the more they felt they were far away from home and had an uncertain road ahead, which cast a layer of sorrow over the entire team.

General Shao ordered to set up camp at the foot of a cliff.

This place is no longer the familiar lush green, the trees on the mountain are dead, the bark and the ground are like something has been gnawed, there are potholes everywhere. I didn't think this scene was weird, because it was the same inside and outside Pingcheng Pass, people were so hungry that they ate anything.

General Shao chose to set up camp here mainly because the terrain here can just block the strongest sunlight at noon.

This was convenient for Shi Xuanying: "When I came here, I found that there was a spring that had not yet dried up. The general sent someone to follow me to fetch water."

Since she has no intention of becoming a god, she cannot call the shots in public, so she needs to come up with a pretext.

General Shao looked at the almost cracked mountain, was silent for a moment, and asked a deputy general to take more than ten people to check the spring.

The spring outlet is on the nearby cliff. Clear spring water flows from the cracks and gathers into a small shallow pool at the foot of the mountain.

Everyone was also very excited.

They had just left Pingcheng Pass and had not yet reached the end of their rope, but everyone knew that the water was not enough for them to last long.

When the news got back, everyone was cheered up.

After General Shao went to see it, he trusted Shi Xuanying's words a little more.

Although there are traces of years of erosion by flowing water on the mountain, there is no moss at all, and there is no grass or trees around the stone pool. Only scattered dry grass leaves can be seen. If it had never been cut off, this situation should not have occurred.

General Shao guessed that Shi Xuanying had restored the water flow in some way.

This guess really surprised him!
Yesterday, Master Xuanying appeared at the city gate carrying a large sword. Everyone assumed that she was a martial artist, and he was no exception. Who would have thought that she was actually a mystic!

General Shao hesitated for a moment and ordered the distribution of sufficient water and food to ensure that everyone was well fed and well watered.

The crowd was no longer dull and everyone was celebrating. Many people gathered at the foot of the mountain to collect dry branches for firewood, lit a fire and started cooking.

No one had dreamed that after two or three months of hardship, when some people had run out of food at home and had to eat tree bark to survive, they would actually be able to eat a hot meal on the first day of their escape.

Boiling soup consumes more water, but no one stops it because those who do so all have elderly or children at home.

Shi Xuanying walked around the crowd and stopped to see someone feeding a baby in swaddling clothes with rice porridge.

This is the youngest child in the entire team, and looks only two or three months old.

From the clothes, we can tell that this family is not rich, but not poor either. It may be because the child must have been born when the drought started and the woman had just given birth, so they had no way to leave in time. Being able to survive the drought and famine with lack of water and food shows how tenacious his vitality is, and we can also imagine how much effort his parents have put in. But now, the child is dying and can no longer swallow rice soup.

The child's mother pressed her chest, her face pale. The whole family saved most of their water for her to drink, but her milk supply was getting less and less, and it was gone seven days ago.

The child could only be fed rice soup when he urinated like this. Later, the water became less and less, and we dared not even boil rice soup. He could only rely on sugar water to survive.

"Sir..." The child's father felt uneasy when he saw Shi Xuanying looking at the child.

Shi Xuanying took out a spiritual fruit, extracted most of the spiritual energy from it, and handed it to the woman: "Feed this fruit to him."

The woman stared at the juicy, red fruit, hope suddenly sparkled in her eyes. She quickly took the fruit, pinched open the skin and put it to the child's mouth.

The dying child seemed to be attracted by something. He clenched his fists and began to suck with all his strength.

"He's a smart child." Shi Xuanying reached out and stroked the child's forehead.

The woman suddenly reacted and hurriedly kowtowed to Master Xuanying while holding the child.

"Get up and feed him properly."

Shi Xuanying was about to turn around and leave when the child's father suddenly called her: "This child is alive because of the immortal. Can the immortal give him a name?"

"No." Yan Cui heard this from afar and immediately used his spiritual sense to transmit the message to stop it.

Naming will deepen the bond! Even though they have already started to form bonds and be assimilated, unnecessary things like this should be avoided as much as possible!

Shi Xuanying pretended not to hear and asked the child's father, "Are you sure?"

"Please give me a name, immortal!" The man pulled the woman over and leaned over.

"Hmm." Shi Xuanying thought about it seriously, "Then let's call her Xiao Hongguo."

The man thanked him joyfully: "Thank you, Immortal, for the name!"

The name given by the immortal must be the best name in the world!

"Little red fruit, little red fruit..." the woman repeated over and over again, crying with joy.

Yan Chu: "..."

When Master Xuanying came back, he tried to hold it in for a long time, but finally couldn't help it: "Your name is not nice! You actually wasted your life for this crappy name?!"

"It doesn't sound good, so it doesn't sound good. It's not your child. I would have thought you were the father." Shi Xuanying thought to herself. Jianzi's focus was still so strange.

Of course she knows that her naming skills are average, but she can't resist other people's insistence!

She took out two fruits, threw one into her mouth, and handed the other to him: "Eat a fruit to calm down your anger."

Yan Cui looked at the spiritual fruit in front of him, and all his anger disappeared immediately. It was not that he particularly liked this fruit, but he particularly liked the way his master Xuan Ying gave him the fruit. If he could hand over a fruit today, he could hand over another one tomorrow... This was a good habit.

Thinking of this, he suppressed the corners of his lips with difficulty.

"Ahem." He took the spiritual fruit, cleared his throat, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Little red fruit, it's not bad, isn't it?"

Shi Xuanying realized that Jianzi's standards were quite flexible. Although he was no longer angry, she still explained: "The bond was formed when I looked at the baby and had the idea of ​​keeping him in my heart. It is not about a fruit or a name."

Yan Cui was in a trance as he squeezed the spiritual fruit: "When a thought moves, all things come into being. When the mind moves, all things move. This is the power of thought."