Chapter 935 The Protagonist’s Copy

"It cannot be ruled out that Mei Shen likes Cupid very much. Now that he has entered the dungeon, he will be able to figure out these issues sooner or later."

"So far, except for the additional 'Daily Snap' buff, my status has not been affected, my level is still there, and my inventory has not been sealed..."

"Since this Buff exists, it is not meaningless. It may weaken me. If I am attacked by the followers of the God of Light at night, I will be in danger."

For example, there was gunfire outside, and he was in the room with a certain woman.

Then they turned into ashes together.

Zhang Yuanqing was thinking in his heart and kept talking, always looking for topics to gather information.

After some conversation, he obtained a lot of useful information.

The first is the current situation on the island. Due to the threat of the God of Light, the believers and descendants of the God of Beauty on the island are actively preparing for war.

Amini's job is to lead the craftsmen in making arrows.

The second is the whereabouts of the goddess of beauty Aphrodite. This god left Paphos not long ago and went out to seek help. Most likely, she went to find a good god.

Finally, there are the number of heirs on the island, the status of class, and Aphrodite's emotional issues.

Aphrodite had a husband, but he was never seen, and the Goddess didn't like anyone mentioning him on the island, so Herasini didn't know who it was.

I only heard the older "slaves" discussing it privately, so I knew that the beauty god had a husband in name only.

As for the actual husband, the public lover of the goddess of beauty, he is a powerful god of war.

The god of war was Cupid's father, and he had many children with the god of beauty.

These descendants are different from the half-human and half-human Amini and Herasini. They are all brave and powerful, possessing extremely high combat power, and they all live on Paphos Island.

Of course, in addition to the God of War, the God of Beauty also has many lovers in private.

How could a god who symbolizes sex and love be a dedicated warrior of pure love?

Zhang Yuanqing pretended to sigh:

"My dear Herasini, it troubles me why Cupid does not like me."

The girl with long dark green hair said softly:

"Amini, because you are upright and kind, Cupid is a prankster who likes to punish mortals and enjoys teasing his brothers and sisters.

"Everyone is afraid of him, but you are the only one who is willing to stand up and accuse him, protecting the weak mortals, even though you are hated by Cupid for it.

"Huh, he must be too naughty, so he can't grow up. This is the curse of all living beings."

It doesn’t look good. My trouble is not only the followers of the God of Light, but also the Cupid on the island... Zhang Yuanqing bared his teeth.

The two of them walked and talked, and soon passed through the forest and came to the east side of the island.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes suddenly opened up and he saw a huge and towering castle sitting on a rocky cliff by the sea.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks can be faintly heard hundreds of meters away.

This castle is made of huge black stones, with a round tower for observation and a bell tower with a spire. It is composed of towering dome buildings and uses a large number of tall columns.

It is very similar to ancient Greek architectural style.

Behind the castle are stone houses made of yellow mud, and the walls have obvious traces of sea wind erosion.

Through the exchanges on the way, Zhang Yuanqing had a rough grasp of the situation on Paphos Island. This island is the place where the Goddess of Beauty was born and her palace in the world.

In those stone houses made of yellow mud, there lived mortals who believed in and followed the God of Beauty.

Their usual job is to offer good wine and delicious food to the God of Beauty and the descendants of the God in the castle, and the God of Beauty protects them from storms and wild beasts when they go fishing.

At this time, mortals wrapped in animal skins and with dark skin were carrying wood and iron tools to the castle.

Along the way, there were many mortals in the forest setting traps and setting up crossbows, looking like they were actively preparing for war.

These weapons and traps are okay for dealing with ordinary people or enemies in the extraordinary realm, but they are completely insufficient to face powerful enemies since saints... Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.

Not long after, they passed through the dense stone houses and arrived at the castle standing on the rocky cliff.

When Fang Fu stepped into the castle, Zhang Yuanqing was attracted by the shouts and curses.

"Lord Aphrodite's bodyguard should have the claws of an eagle, the teeth of a tiger, and the strength of an elephant, but your spears are as weak as women."

The person scolding loudly was a blond woman with a strong figure and wheat-colored skin. She was wearing a long one-piece dress, holding a straight sword in one hand and a shield in the other.

In addition, she also has arm guards and breastplates, making her a rare figure with metal equipment.

Beside her, there were more than twenty strong men holding spears and wearing helmets lying in various directions.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the woman who was as strong as a leopard. After the conversation just now, he easily figured out the identity of the blond woman.

Menea, one of the children of Aphrodite and Ares, and the sister of Cupid.

This goddess inherited the power of the God of War and was in charge of war. She was the most powerful descendant of Aphrodite.

——The strongest combat effectiveness.

"Amini!" Menia looked over coldly, "Cupid is looking for trouble. You'd better go see him immediately before his anger breaks out."

…

It is the sixth day of November in the fourteenth year of Tianbao.

Dark clouds are rolling in the sky, and the mountain wind blows on you, which can knock you back.

On the trail in the mountains, a young scholar led a thin horse and trudged hard on the mountain path with flying sand and rocks.

The horse carried two bamboo baskets on its back, one with books and the other with hiking supplies.

The young man held his head high and his chest was unaffected by the wind and sand. On the contrary, the thin horse behind him stamped his feet frequently. The wind and sand blew him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes and snagged his nose.

Xia Hou Aotian sighed. His current identity was a student who went to Beijing to take the exam. He had lived in poverty for ten years and was full of knowledge. He planned to go to Chang'an to make a name for himself.

However, it is now the sixth day of November in the fourteenth year of Tianbao.

In three days, An Lushan will rebel!

That's right, the dungeon he entered was the bachelor's professional S-level dungeon "Anshi Rebellion". The main mission was: randomly participate in three battles and win!

When Xiahou Aotian first read the introduction to the dungeon, he slapped his thigh and said: Win three battles, what a child, watch me rub nuclear bombs with my hands every minute, turning Xiao An and Xiao Shi into ashes.

The bachelor profession is good at refining alchemy, formations, and weapon refining. He is knowledgeable and talented, has the ability to govern the country through literary skills, and develops military armaments to defeat the enemy.

War dungeons are not uncommon in high-level bachelor professions. After all, props, mechanisms, and equipment are all related to combat wars.

But to be honest, he regretted choosing the "Anshi Rebellion" copy, because in addition to the main mission, he also had a side mission: arriving in Chang'an!

It was not difficult to reach Chang'an. However, his level was blocked.

He encountered the same situation as Yuanshi Tianzun in the copy of King of the Subjugated Country.

Today, Xiahou Aotian is only at the extraordinary stage, and the props and consumables he can use are only at the extraordinary stage.

The extraordinary realm of the bachelor's profession is a famous dish, and it is also known as the musician: a double dish of the spiritual realm!

"On the way to Chang'an, you will definitely encounter danger. It is most likely to be bandits and bandits, but it is unlikely that the rebels will betray you. The Anshi rebels have three days to betray."

"My current strength, well, I still have a lot of props for the extraordinary stage. Ordinary bandits will die when they come. I am afraid that there are practitioners among the bandits..."

Xiahou Aotian frowned, thinking about whether to resist when he encountered a bandit.

If you resist, there will inevitably be casualties. It will be a life-and-death situation. Surrendering will inevitably lead to death. Unless you are sure of victory, it is better not to resist.

But not resisting means giving your life to the enemy, and you feel unsure.

"Perhaps I should learn from that shameless man named Yuanshi Tianzun. When he saw the bandits, he bowed down and shouted: I am a scholar, can read and write, and am proficient in arithmetic. I can be a bookkeeper and have many uses.

"Anyway, I'm a poor scholar. Even if the bandits kill me, I won't be able to make much money. There will be no profit at all."

Xiahou Aotian thought quietly.

The mountain wind is getting stronger and stronger, and it feels as cold as a knife on the body. The mountains on both sides are undulating in the strong wind, and the sky is thick with dark clouds. It is obviously ten o'clock in the morning, but the sky is as dark as night.

A heavy rain is coming, and there is no place to rest and shelter from the rain in the barren mountains.

He could only lead the horse and speed up.

"Pap~"

A cold raindrop fell on my face, followed by a "crackling" heavy rain, which soon soaked through my outer shirt and chilled me to my bones.

Xiahou Aotian hadn't been cold for a long time. He couldn't help but shiver. He led the thin horse and ran wildly. After an unknown period of time, he saw a temple with red walls and black tiles on a gentle slope beside the mountain road ahead.

It stood silently in the miserable wind and rain, with the background being the dim sky and the mountains with wildly dancing branches and leaves.

Xiahou Aotian hesitated for a moment, but still chose to lead the horse and walk towards the somewhat dilapidated temple.

When we arrived at the temple gate, we saw that the wooden door was ajar and full of holes. There were neither lanterns nor plaques under the eaves. It seemed that it had been abandoned for many years.

Xiahou Aotian breathed a sigh of relief, no one is good, no one means safety.

What he was most afraid of was opening the temple door and seeing a group of bandits taking shelter in the temple, which would be embarrassing.

Looking through the half-closed wooden door, it was dark, quiet and shadowy inside.

Xiahou Aotian opened the inventory and took out a crimson half-fingered glove. With a "chi" sound from his palm, flames rose up to a height of more than ten centimeters.

By the warm firelight, he led the horse across the threshold, walked towards the depths of the temple, and soon arrived at the main hall.

The hall is empty, covered with dust and cobwebs, and the base enshrined is not a Buddha statue, but a cracked statue of a god. It can be seen that this is not a temple, but a mountain god or a city god temple.

Xiahou Aotian walked around the hall and found no dry wood, so he took out half a catty of bad charcoal from the bamboo basket on his horse's back and lit it with his gloves.

Scholars who come to Beijing to take exams in December will more or less bring some charcoal with them to keep warm. After all, they sometimes have to sleep in the wild mountains.

Xiahou Aotian took out the book, tore it out page by page, and threw it into the charcoal to light it for warmth.

Being a scholar rushing to take the exam is just a status, and he doesn't care about these quotes from saints.

After baking for about half a quarter of an hour, the chill was expelled from the body and the body warmed up. Xiahou Aotian glanced outside the dark hall. The cold rain was still falling, and the raindrops were falling along the eaves like broken pearls.

The mountain breeze brought the splashing water vapor into the temple, making the air damp and cold.

Xiahou Aotian put his coat on the horse's back and dried it with the help of the horse's body temperature and the heat of the charcoal fire.

After several hours of trekking on the mountain road, his body was a little tired. Xiahou Aotian, who was only physically stronger than ordinary people, yawned and planned to take a short nap to regain his energy before continuing on the road.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the hall.

"Dong dong~"

It came through the silent rain curtain, abrupt and strange.

Xiahou Aotian frowned. He didn't hear the footsteps at all before the knock on the door came.