The morning sun broke through the clouds and shone on the easterly side of the rock wall, dragging out a long shadow of several people who were climbing on the rock wall at an angle of nearly 60 degrees.

Rock climbing, known as "rock wall ballet" and "rhythmic gymnastics on the cliff", is a derivative of mountaineering. The charm lies in the strong skill and adventure, which is an extreme sport with a low threshold.

When there is an abyss at your feet and a rocky cliff overhead, the sense of accomplishment you get when you reach the summit with bare hands or limited assistance. Originally trained only in the military, the program is now a new way for people to challenge themselves and get back to nature.

It's just that none of the people hanging on the rock wall at the moment have this idea.

"Han Xiaojie, I can't describe your uncle, what about Lao Tzu's badger?"

Gu Lang leaned over a gravel path that was no more than twenty centimeters wide, climbed to the top of a one-person-high rock in three or two clicks, and pointed to a certain Han hanging more than ten meters above his head and shouted.

Ten meters below him, on the rock face, Sanger and a certain ranger looked at each other. A certain little brother raised his eyebrows, approached Sanger and asked in a low voice: "Sange, you have been with Mr. Gu for so long, and you haven't learned a few tricks of Chinese kung fu?"

"Alas......" Sanger shook his head regretfully with a black face: "Mr. Gu is too modest, and he always says that he won't." ”

"Oh, it seems that in China, modesty is a quality that all masters have. ”

A certain little brother smashed his mouth, looked up at someone who was as dexterous as a monkey, and said with envy: "This is Huaxia's light skills, right? I really want to learn......

Above the rock wall, Han Daxia trembled his thighs, stepped on a raised rock, and carefully moved down. This slope is good, and the other sides are even steeper. I didn't think it was climbing last night, but now I'm going down, only to find that it's harder to go down than up. At this moment, it was only a few meters down.

Hearing a salted fish's question, Han Daxia sighed helplessly, turned his head and shouted down: "I said brother, don't you know your badger? Can I have the ability to kidnap him? It's good if he doesn't beat me!"

"Don't change the subject! I'll ask you where the boss is now?" Gu Laosan stepped on a rock face full of protrusions, and trotted up, making the eyes of the two black brothers below fall off.

"Well...... Han Daxia hesitated for a while, and held back for a long time before saying, "He went to Ngoro on the other side...... Hey, don't get excited, he took the initiative to ask for it...... Hey,!"

Before Old Han finished speaking, he saw Gu Laosan smashing down a fast stone from the rock wall in front of him, and threw it up with his eyes open. The palm-sized stone smashed under his feet, and the stone chips splashed, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"How crazy are you? Is this your place to make trouble? It's going to kill you!" Old Han said angrily looking at the rocks rolling down the cliff.

"I'm going to Nima!" Gu Laosan looked around angrily, and began to smash those raised stones again, scolding in his mouth: "Don't be a blue face, why do you say that you were forced, see if I don't kill you!"

"Smack!"

"Bang!"

Two stones in a row smashed on Han Daxia's side, and the dirt and stone chips collapsed all over him. Old Han Tou went from persuading with good words to threatening with his power, and then to scolding the street, all the words were finished, and a certain salted fish still didn't stop. As he climbed up, he continued to look for rocks to throw in his direction.

"Fuck your uncle! You're up now, I don't know as much as you! Can't you hide if you can't be provoked?" Han Daxia scolded, turned around and began to climb back again.

He would have thoroughly understood why a certain badger was forcing him to stay at the top of the mountain, and he should not have taken a stubble when someone started scolding the street at the bottom of the mountain. It's okay now, I'm stuck by this salted fish, I'm afraid I won't be able to get rid of it for a while.

Of course, this is still a certain Han's wishful thinking, if he really understands Wang Ping's plan, I am afraid that not only will he regret it, but he will have the heart to beat people. Wang Ping wants this kind of effect, there is a positioning collar issued by a certain park, and Lao Hantou can be found out by Gu Laosan even if he gets into the cracks in the stones.

Seeing the two figures climb higher and higher with the sound of scolding and falling stones, Sanger and the other little brother sighed at each other.

"Are we still chasing? I feel like we can't keep up. Sanger said with a wistful expression.

"Chase!" A certain little brother's eyes lit up, and his dark face was full of excitement: "Sange, this is a master's move, if you can learn two hands, we will send it!"

"Master?"

Sanger subconsciously looked up, just in time to see a stone smashed on a certain Han's buttocks, and the latter let out a scream like killing a pig, and the speed of climbing suddenly increased. They climbed to the top of the mountain in three or two clicks, and one of them turned over and disappeared behind the cliff.

"That's right, it's really a master!"

Behind the two of them, in the Ngoro area, which was directly opposite the cliff, the forest that had been silent all night came to life as the sun shone through. Small animals are busy looking for food, and big animals are busy looking for small animals. A busy and harmonious scene.

However, there are also some absent-minded people in this scene, as if they are wary of something, and they will swoop into the grass or tree cavity at the slightest movement.

Somewhere on a forest path that suddenly quieted down, two figures were walking slowly. The little animals hiding in the hidden place and peeking at each other looked confused, and thought to themselves, didn't that leopard hate the two-legged beast the most, how could it walk with a two-legged beast?

"Hey, will you let me go?"

Yuan Xiaoxiao was holding a branch as a crutch in his hand, limping beside a leopard, muttering as if pleading and chattering: "Look, I don't have much meat on my body, and it's not as good as the wild boar you caught, so it's not cost-effective for you to raise me......"

"And I haven't taken a shower for a long time, and my body stinks, you won't have such a heavy taste, right?"

"Okay, count you ruthless! I'll tell you the truth, in fact, my breasts are ...... It's fake! It's poisonous, and if you eat it, you might ......die."

Suddenly there was the sound of branches and leaves swaying in the grass, accompanied by the footsteps of some animal in the distance. Yuan Xiaoxiao retracted her gaze looking into the depths of the woods, turned her head to stare at a certain leopard, and asked in surprise: "The prey has run away, and you still don't chase it?"

The leopard just walked on its own, ignoring the little animal that ran away inexplicably. After taking a few steps, when he saw Yuan Xiaoxiao stop, he turned his head to look at her, his leopard face was puzzled, and he roared and urged.

"What kind of sin have I done......

Yuan Xiaoxiao complained more in the past two days than in the first 20 years of life combined, and he never felt that his original life was so beautiful.

"I really want to take a bath! I don't know where the river ......."

Someone sighed and caught up with the leopard, but after a few steps, the familiar footsteps did not follow, and when he turned his head to look, this time it was a leopard and stopped. The leopard looked up at her for a moment, then suddenly turned and walked west.

"Where are you going......" Yuan Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and followed with broken thoughts.

Yuan Xiaoxiao, who had already fallen into a melancholy circle, did not think deeply about why the leopard suddenly changed direction. The previous conversations she had with the leopard were all spoken in English mixed with Swahili, except for the bathing sigh, which was spoken in Chinese.

Gradually, as we went deeper to the west, the vegetation became more and more luxuriant, and the air began to become humid, and it didn't take long for the sound of running water to be heard in my ears.