As Shi Weihua thought like this, time passed by minute by second.

Outside the tent, the sound of Jianglong's footsteps pacing back and forth was heard again.

It was obvious that Jianglong was impatient because he was waiting for Shi Weihua.

However, because he was Shi Weihua's nephew, it was inconvenient for him to disturb his elders all the time. Therefore, he paced back and forth outside the tent. Moreover, the sound of his footsteps became louder and louder.

This tall and mighty monk was not reckless, but quite intelligent. He actually thought of using this method to remind Shi Weihua.

Qin Feng hugged Shi Weihua's waist, feeling safe and satisfied, and calmed down. Her hands began to soften, and slowly, her slim arms slipped down from Shi Weihua's waist.

She finally fell asleep.

Shi Weihua felt her affection and love, so he helped her lie down and pulled the quilt over her. For a moment, he was so touched. It was rare in life for a beautiful woman to actively court her.

However, looking at Qin Feng's sweet and fragrant sleeping posture and appearance, he suddenly thought to himself: "Oh, I don't want to think about that much. I am the eldest son of the Shi family, and I shoulder the important task of revitalizing the Shi family.

.Now, my mission is to kill more Japanese, make a name for myself, expand the team, strengthen the strength, and improve the status. As for women, we will talk about it later."

Thinking of this, he came down, reached out and stroked Qin Feng's messy hair, and then turned around and left. He walked out of the tent and asked Wan Shishun to be more vigilant, and also asked Fu Hu to stay outside the tent and give him instructions inside.

Qin Feng, who was sleeping soundly, acted as a good guard.

Then, Shi Weihua followed Jiang Long into the temple.

He and Jiang Long talked in low voices as they walked, passed by the Tianwang Hall, turned to Pilu Hall, passed through the Shecui Tower, and arrived at the Sutra Pavilion.

Master Ruoyin sat upright with a serious expression.

Shi Weihua stepped into the Sutra Pavilion.

Jiang Long waited outside the Sutra Pavilion and closed the door.

As for what Shi Weihua and Master Ruoyin talked about in the Sutra Pavilion, only Shi Weihua and Master Ruoyin themselves know.

Even Jiang Long is unknown, and others are even more unknown.

Time passes by every second.

In the blink of an eye, it was already past noon.

It's been almost three hours since Shi Weihua entered the Sutra Pavilion and he still hasn't come out.

Although the officers and soldiers outside the temple were very tired, the fighting during this period of time had made the officers and soldiers not dare to sleep for a long time. Because fighting with the Japs was too thrilling. I don’t know when there was a buzz in the sky.

Then a bomb was dropped, and several more comrades were lost.

It was so quiet outside the temple that some officers and soldiers woke up early. During this period, they could not hear the sound of gunfire, but it was a scary thing. They couldn't calm down, so they walked out of the wooden shed or tent with their guns in hand.

The sun is pale.

A cold wind blew past, biting the bones with ice.

Ma Erliang couldn't hold back his anger. He carried the "three-eight big cover" on his back, rubbed his eyes, trotted up to Wan Shishun, and asked in a low voice: "Captain Wan, why doesn't Mr. Shi come out?"

"Mr. Shi is listening to the advice of the eminent monk for the plan of the Anti-Japanese War. Ma Erliang, you stand guard for me while I take a break. Alas, I stayed up all day and all night, and I really can't stand it anymore." Wan Shishun was quite tactful, and answered the wrong question, but for

Image of Shiweihua tree.

In fact, he had been thinking in his mind: It seemed that Shi Weihua had a close friendship with Master Ruoyin, and he had stayed with Master Ruoyin in the temple for so long, so there must be some secret.

However, if everything goes well, I only dare to think about it in my heart, but I dare not say it out loud.

"Oh, okay! Brothers Bastard and Nilu, please go and have a rest. By the way, call Liu Sanbao out and stand guard with me." Ma Erliang was a rude person, and he was very satisfied with Wan Shishun's answer, and he was happy.

Agree to the request that everything goes smoothly.

Then, carrying the "three-eight big cover" on his back, he walked towards Qin Feng's tent. Since the wounded and female soldiers lived in this tent, according to the usual practice, this tent must be for sentry inspections.

the key of.

"Amitabha! Donor, please don't go near the tent. Thank you!" Monk Fuhu stood outside the tent. He was ordered by Shi Weihua to warn Qin Feng. At this time, he shoveled the crescent moon across the tent and persuaded Ma Erliang to leave.

This tent is far away.

Ma Erliang glared at Fuhu, but did not dare to provoke him, so he turned and left.

"Oh...it hurts me so much"

"Oh... Handsome King Kong, where are you?"

"Shi Weihua...help!"

"Commander Shi, where are you...?"

"My dear, come back quickly!"

At this moment, Qin Feng's screams and wailings came from inside the tent, and he called Shi Weihua's name intermittently. Her wound began to hurt, and it became worse every second.

The pain was severe within seconds.

Just as Shi Weihua said, after three hours, her wound will hurt as soon as her acupoint - Tao 1 is unblocked. Because the acupoint - Tao 1 is untied, the anesthesia period is over. The pain in Qin Feng's mind is abnormal.

She is no longer shy, she shouts out everything, and is no longer afraid to show her love in public.

"What's going on? Brothers, there's something going on! Copy the guy!" Ma Erliang was startled when he heard this, thinking that Qin Feng in the tent was being bullied by a monk, so he quickly took off the "three-eight big cover" on his back and shouted,

Turn around and rush towards the tent where Qin Feng lives.

He was a tall and strong man, but his shout was like a bolt from the blue.

Whether they were the special forces members who had woken up or those who were sleeping, they all ran out of the wooden shed with their guns in hand, or ran with him towards the tent where Qin Feng lived.

"Amitabha! The female donor inside is shouting because of the pain of her wound! Donors, please don't bother me. Let's wait until Uncle Shi, the poor monk, comes back to deal with it." Monk Fuhu held the crescent shovel and stopped Ma Erliang.

Liu Sanbao and other officers and soldiers put one palm up in front of their chests and chanted Buddhist words in their mouths, urging everyone not to enter this tent.

Because Shi Weihua had told Fuhu before entering the temple that Fuhu should be Qin Feng's guard and not allow others to enter casually. This Fuhu is somewhat different from Jianglong. Jianglong is more flexible and Fuhu is used to obeying orders. Since Shi Weihua had done so in advance

If he is told something, he must carry it out.

"Bald thief, you fart. It must be your people inside bullying Miss Qin! Get out of the way, otherwise, I will shoot." Ma Erliang suspected that Qin Feng was screaming miserably in the tent because she was suffering from something else.

The monk insulted him. So he cursed loudly and immediately raised his rifle and pointed it at Fu Hu's chest. In an instant, Liu Sanbao and others also pointed their guns at Monk Fu Hu's chest.

"Amitabha! Good! Good..." Monk Fuhu still held one palm up to his chest, holding the crescent shovel horizontally, chanting the Buddha's words, and suddenly closed his eyes.

However, at this moment, his monk's robe suddenly bulged up. A strong air flow popped out of his body, as if a hurricane was passing by.

"Huhhhhhhh..."

In an instant, dust was flying in front of the tent.

Ma Erliang, Liu Sanbao and other officers and soldiers were all blown this way and that by the hurricane, stumbling and being scattered.

"Oh, mother, what kind of magic did Thief Bald use? I can't even open my eyes." Ma Erliang's eyes immediately became red and swollen. He had no choice but to instinctively close his eyes, screamed, stepped back a few steps, and quickly stretched out his hand.

Cover your face.

The same goes for other officers and soldiers.

Now, no one knows who these officers and soldiers are pointing their guns at.

"Hey, monk, why are you bullying my brother's soldiers?" At this moment, a handsome young officer wearing a Japanese officer's uniform and holding an Oriental saber ran up the mountain. Seeing this scene from a distance, he asked Monk Fuhu

.

There were six "Japanese" soldiers behind him, but these six "Japanese" soldiers were a little far away from him.

"Sir, a group of thieves are bullying Miss Qin in the tent. Listen, Miss Qin's scream is so miserable!"

Instead of arguing with Fuhu, he quickly trotted down the mountain.

He rushed to Shi Xuanyuan, stood at attention, saluted him and reported the situation.

"Haha... Impossible! No monk would dare to bully Miss Qin as long as my elder brother is here. Let's go up and see what's going on?" Shi Xuanyuan smiled faintly, with bright eyes and white teeth, elegant and elegant.

He knew this kind of thing well.

Because last night, Shi Weihua had told him that he would come to visit Master Ruoyin. This was the secret of the Shi brothers.

After he finished speaking, he stepped up the mountain, his body light and airy, his movements extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Fuhu.

"Amitabha! Little benefactor, please stay. Without Uncle Shi's orders, the poor monk would not let anyone enter the tent even if he risked his life. Please forgive me, little benefactor." Fu Hu still held the crescent shovel horizontally.

He stopped Shi Xuanyuan, recited Buddhist words, and persuaded him to retreat. He felt that Shi Xuanyuan had a unique temperament, so he was relatively polite to Shi Xuanyuan.

The dark clouds dispersed and the sky became clear.

The sun is shining brightly and the snow is reflective.

"Uncle Shi? Haha, great! So you are my little nephew? Are you the disciple of Master Ruoyin? Haha! Wonderful! Wonderful! Oh, I am also your Uncle Shi. My name is

Shi Xuanyuan, the younger brother of Shi Xiner, is nicknamed Xiao Weizi and nicknamed Xiao Hua Tuo. Of course, most people in the world now call me Xiao Zhuge!" When Shi Xuanyuan heard this, he was so happy that he didn't

I thought that at such a young age, I had an older monk as my nephew.

So, he quickly introduced himself.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha..."

Shi Xuanyuan's self-introduction made the officers and soldiers, who angrily drew their guns and surrounded Monk Fuhu again, couldn't help laughing and laughed out loud.
To be continued...