The hero is always the last to make his debut.

On the dusty battlefield, several deputy generals have been fighting fiercely with knives for a long time. Instead of holding each other back, they often suffer defeats. Then a soldier in a silver robe suddenly raised the reins and rushed directly on horseback, killing all the enemies. Then he stood in the field with a spear, and the twilight shone on his face, looking very elegant.

Hordes of young people slashed at each other in the streets on rainy days, spraying blood more densely and intensely than the rain. Dozens of corpses lay in a mess on the streets from West Side to South City. Then a black-clothed leader armed with a steel knife appeared, shouting, and swinging his sword like a blood dragon flying from one side to the other. Under the knife of such an extremely powerful fellow, no enemies who could match him appeared, and no life survived under their feet.

As for why the silver-robed youth and the black-clad leader didn't intervene in the first place, until their subordinates and younger brothers were brutally injured and lost their lives—of course, not because they habitually procrastinate like storytellers. On the contrary, it is because they are convinced that only after a long period of patience and cruel waiting can their graceful demeanor be highlighted.

With the opening of the second floor, a large number of people began to climb to the top of the mountain. Among them was Prince Longqing, who had already set off, and Ning Que was still standing silently in the corner at the moment, not yet moving.

He could explain his delay as an attempt to analyze the problems that might arise in mountaineering by observing the mountaineering experiences of those young cultivators. But he had to admit that the more important reason in his heart was that he didn't really care about the life and death of the climbers who were staggering along the slopes, and they were neither his subordinates nor his lieutenants. In such a situation where he does not have the confidence to enter the second floor, why not enjoy the pleasure of the previous stage?

The hero is always the last to make his debut.

Even in the end, the hero is still Prince Longqing, who continues to stand high above the masses and is too perfect to be a man. At least at this moment, the last Ning Que is undoubtedly the hero of the moment.

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Ning Que's idea perfectly became a reality.

When he took the wrapped pastry from Chu Youxian's handkerchief and continued to walk towards the back of the academy in the courtyard, countless pairs of eyes full of complicated emotions, some surprised, some frustrated, but most importantly, doubtful, were all captured by him.

It's been a long time since the second floor opened. As one can see from today's climbing, it will be a great victory for Prince Longqing. At this moment, how could there be an ungrateful guy appearing here and disturbing the others who were solemnly and sacredly waiting for the elegant Prince Long Qing?

"Looks like a student at the academy."

The envoy of the Great River Kingdom, looking at Ning Que's clothes and accessories, frowned and asked, "Could it be the master hidden in the academy?"

"Six students of the Magic Skills Course are all on the mountain, and four of them have been brought back. The instructors of the academy didn't seem to know what was going on either, judging by their surprise.

In the crowd of students in the academy, Zhong Daojun tried his best to suppress his shock, looked at Ning Que who stayed in the center of the discussion, and then asked with a sneer, "Are you crazy again?" Don't you think you've been embarrassed enough this year?

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Situ Yilan subconsciously took a step forward, clenched her sleeves slightly with both hands, and stared at Ning Que in front of her with curiosity and worry on her face. Although she knew that Ning Que was not as worthless as her classmates said, she really couldn't figure out why he was going up the mountain at this time, and why he believed that he had a chance to enter the second floor.

Under a big golden umbrella stood Li Yu, who was looking at this young man who was both strange and unfamiliar, and seemed to be in deep thought. She wondered why she had such strong confidence and hope in him, thinking of the scene on the way back from the grassland last year, and thinking of what Lu Qingchen said with a smile and firmness. But in reality, she didn't know where the strong feelings came from.

Li Peiyan glanced at Li Yu's gaze, with a serious and ruthless expression on his face. As the prince of the Tang Dynasty, he really wanted to see a young man from the Tang Empire stand up and fight for some dignity for the empire, but the last thing he wanted was that there were too many variables in this matter.

Priest Maury thought that Ning was not qualified to become a variable. He glanced at it, not caring at all. Now that Prince Longqing has entered the top of the mountain in the dense fog, it is possible to successfully reach the top in the next moment. In Priest Morley's opinion, Ning Que was just the perfect foil for Xishan and the Prince's glory, whether it was because of the Upper Corridor and the guidance of the Academy.

For those who weren't so determined-minded, all those looks—especially the scrutinizing and confused eyes of so many bigwigs around the Academy's Quarry—might have been too heavy on one person and crushed a slender student.

But for Ning Que, other people's gaze is the most weightless and powerful existence in the world, and the same is true for more gaze. What he will do has nothing to do with these people, so the emotions in their eyes have nothing to do with him.

The professor, who was in charge of presiding over the opening ceremony on the second floor today, stood in front of the stone ground blankly. Through the instructor's previous introduction, he learned that Ning Que was a student of the academy, and he had also heard some rumors about this young man this year.

"Why are you here?" The professor asked.

Ning Que showed a sincere smile, bowed, crossed his hands in front of him, and asked, "Aren't you allowed to me?" I didn't know that the rules you announced earlier included a time limit for applying.

"Of course not. I just heard that you quit your semester exams last year by pretending to be sick for fear of losing to your opponent, so I don't understand why you're climbing here today.

"If withdrawing from the exam and going up the mountain are two sides of a logical conflict," Ning Que looked at the professor and continued calmly, "Then if I dare to go up the mountain today, I will declare that the rumors and accusations against me in the academy are false."

Looking at the ordinary but articulate student in front of him, the professor looked quite happy, and his two silver eyebrows were raised in the spring breeze. He didn't make way for Ning Que, but continued with a hint of interest,

"But I still want to know why the hell you're going up the mountain today."

Ning Que smiled and replied, "If they are asked by those people from the Xishan Divine Palace or the envoy's envoy, I will definitely give them a terrifying answer. Of course, for you, I have to answer honestly ... Go up the mountain, just because I want to.

The professor smiled and stroked his gray beard, shook his head, and said, "Good answer indeed." This is the best answer I've heard in recent years.

Then he continued curiously: "If you were asked by those guys from Xishan and Yan Kingdom, how would you answer?

"If I were asked, I would say..."

Ning Que smiled awkwardly and said, "Because the mountain is there."

The professor froze, his fingers stroking his beard stiffening slightly. Then he praised him with a smile and looked at Ning Que with a look that said that this young man was worth teaching. "That's a good answer, too."

"Go ahead," the professor continued, smiling, "but the trail is steep and rugged. If you suddenly want to stop the climb halfway through, come down. I will always stand by your side and blame anyone who dares to laugh and ridicule you.

Ning Que smiled, bowed deeply, and then took his leave.

The professor watched him walk into the silent alley, thinking that not all of the students in this class were useless guys, gently stroked his beard, and nodded in satisfaction.

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Ning Que was very familiar with the way up the mountain, at least in the beginning part. The lanes, wetlands, bamboo, and small buildings are all well-known, and the bluestone by the lake remembers his footsteps. He looked up and waved in greeting when he arrived at the Old Library.

The chubby tangerine peel leaned against the window and waved outside downstairs. If he didn't want to be seen by Prince Longqing and those climbers, then they couldn't; But if Ning Que allowed Ning Que to go, he would naturally be able to see him.

"If you really can't climb up, don't try to be brave. Chen Pipi kindly reminded him.