At the last door of light, a sentence is displayed inside the door - please the goddess.
Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head at this, saying that "a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea". He has always been clumsy in trying to please girls. He could only ask the "Great Dark Sun": "Omniscient Cyric, you are also a
God, do you have experience in how to please a goddess?"
Music, painting, singing, love letters, food, jewelry, fancy clothes, there are still many ways to please the goddess. But Zhou Qingfeng is not proficient in any of them. When Inisha is with him, she often calls him a fool who does not understand consideration.
.
Cyric didn't speak...
Zhou Qingfeng became anxious, "There are also goddesses among human gods. How do you get along with them?"
"My relationship with the goddess? Do you mean Benbasha, the goddess of misfortune, or Talona, the 'Mother of Diseases'? Or Lavita, the goddess of nuè dai?"
"What do these three goddesses look like?"
"They are all ugly. Benbatha is a petty person, and jealousy makes her look hateful. Talona is a haggard old woman, covered with pustules and sores. As for Lauvita, she always makes herself bloody. She is a
Masochism.”
"Don't you know some beautiful goddesses? For example, the goddess of love, Shuna."
"Suna ignores me. Other beautiful goddesses, Mystra and Melika want to fight when they see me, Li'erra and Miriel run away when they touch me. Only the night goddess Shar has some contact with me, but I
I know that biǎo zǐ looks down on me secretly."
Hiss... Cyric, you're in such a miserable state. If no pretty girl likes you, what's the point of being a god?!
Zhou Qingfeng sighed, "Then how should I please Angelis? What does this elf goddess like?"
Cyric also sighed, "Elves are very pretentious, and it is difficult to please them. Angelis is a trinity and is notoriously difficult to serve. She is not only the elves' goddess of life, but also the elves' goddess of love and the patron saint of winged elves.
, the goddess of phantoms and death.
The origin of this goddess is very special. The main elf god Corellon had a daughter named Sehanni. Moonbow, who was the one who cursed the acid-loving ants. Later, Corellon's original wife Rose rebelled and was exiled to the endless abyss.
He married his own daughter, and thus we had Angelis."
Damn it, what do you mean? Marrying your own daughter as your wife after your wife defected? Corellon is very good at playing, but I didn’t expect it to be so obscene. When I was a daughter, my name was Sehani Moonbow, and when I was a wife, I called her Angelis.
, what an extraordinary imagination!
Zhou Qingfeng was confused for a moment. Does this count as "don't let outsiders live"? Mortals really can't understand the world of gods.
Cyric said: "Elven goddess, it is certain that you like art. If you have the talent in this area, try it, and don't think too much about the rest. Otherwise, I won't force you, because I don't like you either.
But you can only hang out with me."
'Dark Sun' is much calmer this time, neither confusing nor intimidating. He clearly believes that Zhou Qingfeng is powerless - the elf goddess who has lived for countless years. What has he not seen? Want to please the noble her? It is impossible to accomplish it.
task.
"Art?" Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of the last door of light without flinching. He ordered Sophia: "Open the 'Gate of True Knowledge' and let's first see how much art the elf has accumulated."
Other tasks at the Gate of Light require leaving the divine creation environment. In Zhou Qingfeng's current situation, he will die soon if he leaves this environment where time is infinitely stretched. The only thing he can try is to please the goddess.
The shining five-pointed star hung on the boy's chest, illuminating another ordinary wooden door. The door opened, revealing a simple study room. Zhou Qingfeng stepped in and took down the first tome from the bookshelf.
The 'Gate of True Knowledge' is first of all a library, which systematically records all the history, culture and technology of the elves. The first book on the bookshelf is the General History of Elf Civilization.
Zhou Qingfeng flipped through the general outline of the tome very quickly, basically one page per second. His eyes turned into camera lenses, and Sophia recognized the images he saw and processed them at high speed.
In order to speed up the process, the boy only read the catalog contents related to art. The history of civilization in Faerûn probably originated 35,000 years ago, and the elves didn't know much about the early history.
After the early primitive monsters, the dragons and giants established their own civilizations respectively. The elves belong to the third intelligent race. They built the Dragon Madness Lock 25,000 years ago, got rid of the rule of the dragons, and officially started their own
civilization.
In more than 20,000 years, the civilization of the elves has experienced ups and downs. So far, they have passed their prosperous period and have been driven away by humans to the Everjum Island far away from the mainland.
As Zhou Qingfeng reads, the area of the study room gradually becomes larger, there are more and more books on the bookshelf, and there are more and more monographs on art. As long as Sophia completes the record of a book, the next related book will be
will appear automatically.
Cyric asked a little impatiently: "Boy, what are you doing? How much knowledge can you learn by just flipping through books like this? Staying in this creative environment requires mental energy. If you plan to run out of energy, go
Die?
And once Angelis finds out that you’ve stayed too long and accomplished nothing, she might just throw you out.”
Zhou Qingfeng was reading the history of elf painting. He was startled when he heard this and asked Sophia: "Is my energy being greatly consumed?"
"Brother, you have a lot of high-quality soul crystals and life glue, which can last for a long time." Sofia replied, "But the Elf Goddess is not under our control, so you'd better work harder."
So the young man ignored it and continued to flip through the book.
The area of the study room continues to expand, from the original two or three square meters to seven or eight square meters. However, there is still a table and a chair in front of Zhou Qingfeng, and the furnishings are still simple. He can not eat or drink here, and the internal time flies for several days.
Cyric was going crazy, and he shouted again: "Boy, what do you want to do? Read all the art history materials and works of the elves? After reading them, you will feel that you can create unprecedented works of art.
? You are not this material at all!"
Uncle Zhou still reads books.
Cyric was quiet for a few days, and then cursed angrily: "Boy, what do you want to do? Do you know how many paintings, poems, music, and dances the elves have created? You can't count them!
How can you alone compare with the elven artists who have emerged one after another for more than 20,000 years? The elves have created everything you can think of and you can't imagine. The lifespan of elves is far longer than that of humans, and you cannot surpass their artistic achievements."
Zhou Qingfeng was tired of flipping through the history of painting. With a wave of his hand, thousands of portraits of goddesses with different techniques, styles, and expressions appeared in front of him - without exception, they were all painted by Angelis, the goddess of life.
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Over the long years, the elven artists have indeed exhausted all their imaginations to paint their goddesses extremely beautifully. These are the masterpieces in front of you, and every one of them can make people fascinated and unable to part with their attention.
The goddesses described by the painter may be gentle, shy, maternal, natural, or mature. In short, all kinds of beautiful qualities can be displayed in the paintings. Just looking at these paintings can make believers fall in love with them.
Cyric even shouted loudly: "Look, look, can you draw better paintings than these? Maybe you can only doodle. So what if you read more painting history? Is it possible that you can't?
Can you become an unparalleled painting master?"
Zhou Qingfeng stood up from behind the desk and said loudly: "It's true that I can't become a master of painting. I can't even graffiti. But I have other abilities. Don't you think these paintings have some flaws?"
"Are there any flaws in these selected works?" Cyric got angry, "Boy, the flaws are your delusion."
Zhou Qingfeng was not angry, "These paintings are all static, what if we make them move?"
Hiss..., the painting that moved, Cyric thought for a moment, "What do you call the painting that moves?"