Passing through a dense camphor forest, Wang Ping's eyes suddenly opened up.

On the hillside outside the woods, waist-high tea bushes resemble a large vegetarian meatball, one after the other. All the tea trees are neatly wrapped along the mountainside along the tea ridges, and stacked layer after layer along the hillside. In the morning light, wisps of mist shrouded in it, quite a bit of fairyland on earth.

"If there are immortals here, then they must like to eat meatballs very much......" a certain badger thought secretly.

The big black trotted around a cluster of tea trees close to the woods, and ran forward along the aisle left between the tea ridges on the hillside. From time to time, he sniffs on the ground, and the dog has a serious expression on his face.

This tea ridge, which stretches from the edge of the woods near the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, is in the mist, and there is no end in sight.

Wang Ping took a peek on Da Hei's back, and a large bamboo forest was planted in the direction of the top of the mountain, and there seemed to be a pavilion looming in the bamboo forest.

Da Hei strictly adhered to the understanding that patrolling the mountain was to completely run all the mountain roads, and continued to move forward along the endless tea ridge gaps, and Wang Ping began to be patient with him. When Da Hei finally walked to the end along the first row of tea bushes, bypassed the tea trees at the very edge, and then got into the path between the second row of tea ridges and ran in the direction he came, Wang Ping was furious.

"I've never seen such a dead-eyed dog!"

Just now, when he was halfway through, Wang Ping found that in the middle of this tea mountain, there was a passage with steps leading directly to the top of the mountain. There is no reason for Grandma Sheng to make this a tourist attraction, and it is likely to be laid to facilitate tea pickers to go up and down the mountain.

When Da Hei crossed the tea ridge for the second time, and passed the central steps, Wang Ping jumped off his back and ran all the way down the steps to the top of the mountain.

"Wang!"

"Wang, Wang!"

Sensing Wang Ping's movements, Da Hei instantly paused, turned his head and shouted a few times at Wang Ping, who was running towards the top of the mountain. Seeing that Wang Ping ignored it, Da Hei turned his head to look at the tea bushes in front of him, and then turned his head to look at Wang Ping.

After hesitating for a moment, the big black muttered in his throat and turned to chase after the top of the mountain.

Wang Ping climbed along the steps for a while, and then his speed slowed down. The main reason is that the steps are a bit high, and each step is much higher than his legs, which causes Wang Ping to climb very hard.

Not to mention the hands and feet, the posture is still very ugly.

Of course, if you jump on it, it is still very simple for Wang Ping. But looking up at the hundreds of steps that winded to the top of the mountain, a certain badger decisively gave up this idea.

Da Hei caught up with Wang Ping after a while, shouted at him twice, and began to circle around him, trying to come over from time to time, and then was pushed away by Wang Ping with his face.

Wang Ping also thought about climbing on the dog's body and letting it take him to the top of the mountain. But every time he climbed on the back of the big black, the goods would take Wang Ping all the way down the mountain, and no matter how Wang Ping patted him, he wouldn't listen.

After tossing for a while, a certain badger not only failed to climb the mountain, but got closer and closer to the foot of the mountain.

In desperation, Wang Ping could only give up the idea of using the dog as a mount and honestly climbed the steps.

Da Hei seems to be a little unwilling, and he still follows Wang Ping all the way, probing his brain. As long as Wang Ping didn't pay attention, he was arched in the direction of the mountain with his nose. I didn't stop getting slaps for this.

When Wang Ping finally climbed to the top of the mountain, he felt that his hands were sore when he was slapping. Da Hei was even more aggrieved, and every time Wang Ping turned to it, he would step back, lower his head and look at him from the corner of his eyes.

"You guy, how can you be the same as Gu Laosan, you don't remember to eat or fight!"

Leaning on the last step to catch his breath, Wang Ping turned around and helped the stone steps to climb over, looking up at the top of the mountain.

It is estimated that after Grandma Sheng contracted this tea mountain, she took a lot of effort to take care of it. The summit of the mountain is clearly leveled, and a large bamboo forest has been planted. Near the outer edge of the staircase, there is a path paved with cement slabs and an octagonal pavilion at the end.

Wang Ping stood up, opened his short legs, and walked in the direction of the gazebo.

The wind at the top of the mountain is stronger than at the foot of the mountain. The surrounding bamboo forest is constantly rustling. Occasionally, a bamboo leaf will float down from the top of your head and sway down the path.

Da Hei followed Wang Ping step by step, and every time Wang Ping stopped to look back at it, it immediately stopped and tilted its head, looking stupid as "I was just passing by". And Wang Ping turned around and continued walking, and it would immediately follow. The dog's eyes rolled, not knowing what he was thinking.

The pavilion is empty, only railings and a few stone benches, it is estimated that in addition to decoration, the biggest role is to rest and cool off the tea farmers who work on the tea mountain.

Wang Ping did not enter the pavilion, but bypassed it, entered the woods, and walked in the direction of the back mountain.

"Wang!"

Da Hei suddenly screamed again, seemed to be a little anxious, jumping around Wang Ping, not knowing that he was nervous.

A certain badger ignored it and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The area of the bamboo forest is not large, but the bamboo grows very densely, Wang Ping circled for a while, and only then did he see the openness in front of him. But just at the edge of the bamboo forest, Wang Ping stopped.

There is no road, and there is a steep cliff in front of you. When the mountain wind blows, it gives people, no, a sense of tension that the badger is unbearable in the high places.

No wonder Grandma Sheng did not plant tea trees directly to the top of the mountain, but planted such a large bamboo forest. I'm afraid it's also for protection. After all, no one will come to play through the bamboo forest in their spare time.

On the opposite side of the cliff is another hillside. From here, there are mountains and mountains, surrounded by mist. Wang Ping remembered that Gu Laosan told him when he came that this direction seemed to be the direction of the Xijing Mountain Scenic Area.

At this time, just behind the mountains, a layer of gold stained the clouds on the horizon, and in the distance, there was a Buddha light behind the mountains. The sun is almost out.

Wang Ping looked at the large expanse in front of him, straightened up, took a deep breath, and roared at the mountains.

"Wow~~

…… 唔呃óдò......"

The breath in his throat and eyes was not finished, Wang Ping only felt a tightness around his waist, and the skin behind his back was bitten by a big mouth, dragging his whole person, no, the whole badger back quickly. The voice that was halfway shouted was instantly stifled.

"Damn, ......"

Wang Ping's badger stretched out his claws and scratched the ground twice, leaving two paw prints, and then he was dragged into the small bamboo forest behind him by Da Hei biting the hair on his waist.

It wasn't until he reached the middle of the bamboo forest, far away from the cliff, that Da Hei let go of his mouth, shouted at Wang Ping twice, and then licked his big tongue.

"I'll go to your uncle's!"

Wang Ping slapped it hard, and this time with his strength, Da Hei was whined and stepped aside. Then bypassed Wang Ping, blocked in the direction of the cliff, and yelled at Wang Ping.

"You're so insane......"

Wang Ping depressedly stretched out his paws and rubbed the bite on his lower back, but there was no wound or anything like that, except for the dog's saliva.

But after calming down for a while, Wang Ping looked at Da Hei, who had to block in front of him even if he was beaten, and thought thoughtfully.

After all, dogs are different from cats, and there is a limit to their neuropathy.

"This stupid dog, don't you think my brother is going to commit suicide?"