Chapter 48 The Grand Palace School (4K two-in-one)
"You can open your eyes now."
Fan Ning slowly opened his eyes: "We should have passed the passage filled with polluted visual beings. In the normal astral realm or migration, there is no real difference between opening our eyes or not."
The two of them followed his steps and moved a few steps, and began to further examine their surroundings.
In addition to the green night and the pitch-black platform, there are also some vague things that were not noticed at first glance.
Behind the platform is an abyss of nothingness, and in the distance ahead you can see the endless outline of ruins.
Collapsed bell towers, twisted city walls, upside-down sculptures and trees, overturned tower-shaped houses...
"This should be the remains of the 'Great Palace School' of the 3rd Sturungarian Dynasty, and it is the real third level in the deep well."
Fan Ning looked at the desolate and grotesque ruins in the distance. They were fragmented and swaying irrationally in the depths of the black-green fog, like a bunch of broken toys floating on the water.
Sheeran tried to confirm: "...So, the 'Grand Palace School' did build a symbolic tower-shaped building, and painted a 'dome door' at the bottom of the cave, and the upper two floors were a metaphor for the testimony.
The origin of the Lord, and set the entrance to the core area on the third floor of the tower... Then, the gallery and the room with all kinds of weird things that we saw when we entered on the third floor are indeed the "Continental Alchemist"
The association was built over a thousand years, and the other was built over two or three hundred years, and the two were blended together?"
Fan Ning nodded slightly: "Yes. Including the deep well, it should have been built by the alchemists. This will make it easier for them to explore this third tower-shaped building..."
"Sorry, I forgot..." At this point, Fan Ning let go of the two girls' hands and touched the tip of his nose awkwardly.
He went on to explain: "The mixing of world representation and will should begin when we descend into the deep well. Of course, there is only an initial transition state, and the components of 'representation' or 'waking world' account for the vast majority.
, under the influence of the entanglement law of the secret history, only a few candlesticks overflowed the boundary and grew onto deep wells built in different historical periods."
"The further you go, the greater the element of 'will' or 'dream world', so there are more and more unreasonable things, such as the characters that affect your sanity in the halls on the first two floors, and the ever-changing spiral staircases, such as those on the third floor.
All kinds of horrible things in galleries and underground buildings... But in the passage we walked with our eyes closed at the end, the proportion was completely reversed - most of them were things from the astral plane or the migration plane, and the waking world was only
I have a weak proportion..."
"Of course, this does not mean that they are illusory. Everyone who studies hidden knowledge knows that representation and will together constitute the real world, and their pollution and danger really exist."
But what Fan Ning was puzzled about was that he had never directly heard the kind of dense sound they described in his ears. It seemed that he had some characteristics that could resist this kind of pollution.
Is it something that I have always been accustomed to carrying with me? It cannot be a baton, but it is possible that it is an art museum key?
"What about the painting? What's going on with the painting?" Qiong looked up at the sky.
There was still a strong sense of disbelief in her eyes: "I have finally figured out the reasons for a series of abnormal things before, but why is there a 'green night' above our heads? Why did Mr. Cumier's oil painting disappear?
Are you here? What does Benjamin mean by 'appreciating many and remembering deeply'?"
"This phenomenon..." Fan Ning also looked up at the strange green mist and pale light in the night sky, "I have done many thought experiments before, because of a question that has puzzled me for many years -"
He asked the low sky: "Does the existence of a work of art necessarily presuppose the existence of an appreciator?"
"Not necessarily, right?" Sheeran tried to answer, "Art works have historical limitations, and so do appreciators... An oil painting has been slandered and criticized a lot at the moment, but it may become an immortal work a hundred years later and become a masterpiece.
A priceless pearl in the history of human civilization... Of course, just because it is temporarily unappreciated, its existence and artistic value cannot be denied."
"No." Fan Ning shook his head, "You may have misunderstood my proposition. The 'appreciation' I am talking about here is different from what you understand. It is a neutral verb, which means 'knowing', 'observing' and 'leaving an impression'"
"Carry out aesthetic activities" and other meanings... As for the result of aesthetic judgment, is it an 'outstanding work'? Or a 'bad work'? That's a story later..."
“If a poet writes a long poem and then leaves it in a country where no one can read, is this long poem considered a literary work?”
“If you paint an oil painting and cover it with a black curtain after the work is created, never letting the second person see it, and you will stop appreciating yourself, it is a real object, but is it a work of art?
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"If I spent my whole life's efforts and inspiration to compose a magnificent symphony before my death, but its manuscript is lost and no one has ever performed it or listened to it, is this a work of art?"
"A little more extension: This symphony had a successful premiere, but then stopped circulating due to some changes. A hundred years later, the musicians who remembered how to play it and the fans who listened to it have all passed away.
Later generations only know that such a piece of music existed from historical materials... This symphony is a historical thing, but it will no longer have an audience. Is it considered a work of art? Has it always been considered, or was it before?
It counts, but it doesn’t count now?”
"Carone... the example you just gave was covered with black curtains." Joan said, "This reminds me of the five paintings that Benjamin stole. They were also covered with black curtains when we saw them in the trunk. Including him
"The Room of Pain" mentioned accidentally, the Special Patrol Office used the same treatment method and placed it in the sealed room."
"That's what I want to discuss next." Fan Ning nodded, "There is something wrong with the paint in Llangevni Workhouse, and it even has some homology with the paint in the gallery... Cumier used special paint to paint
"Green Night". This work did not have extraordinary attributes at first. At best, it only had a small amount of phase ambiguity. However, after a certain period of exhibition, the aesthetic impression it left in the minds of the viewers exceeded a certain level -
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"So, it became a turbulent matter, sublimating itself from the appearance of the world."
"That's it. No wonder at the fire scene in the auction house, there was only a canvas left but no paint residue." Joan was stunned when she heard this. "I didn't expect Benjamin to summarize the reasons why 'it ran away' so accurately and accurately.
To be concise and to the point...the people of their 'reconciliation school' are really crazy and different..."
Fan Ning's vision is far-sighted: "This may mean that the existence of works of art requires the existence of the appreciator as a premise. Just like the definition of 'alive' by Yiyong creatures, the sublimation of the artist's artistic personality also relies on historical judgment and remembrance, at least in
This world is like this." At the end of his sentence, his tone was close to a whisper.
"Now there are more practical problems." Sheeran reminded the two of them, "How do we get out?"
It is not difficult to get out of the ordinary dreamland or the area called the astral plane. Distract your attention, relax your thoughts, curb the burning of inspiration, and at the same time imagine the falling of the spirit body, you can control yourself to wake up. This is the mastery of dream control.
The basic abilities of those who know the Dharma.
However, during the migration, you must turn back the path you came from in order to use this method to control the falling of the spirit body. Otherwise, once the inspiration is exhausted, you will be lost.
The three of them have already consumed a lot of inspiration...
Qiong curled her lips and said: "The question is, if the entire underground building is a mixed zone of representation and will, how did we get here? When did we enter the migration?... And I feel that this place is not like a conventional wasteland.
, surrounded by mountains or basins, it is very likely that it is a secret place of migration."
"I don't understand this question either. The mapping relationship between the migration and the waking world is difficult to understand." Fan Ning stared at the black ruins floating in the distance, "For example, I bring the migration material into Lianmeng and then hand it over to another person.
If you take it out of one place, it is difficult to understand why the substance moves out of thin air in the world... And according to some documents, in some rare cases, knowledgeable people themselves will find that they have not been in a dream after waking up.
Where…”
As he was talking, a cold wind suddenly blew through, and the mist curtain in the low green night began to roll.
Fan Ning suddenly felt a slight chill on his elbows, neck and ankles.
…It's raining?
Just as he was thinking this, he glanced at Xilan and saw that the girl's fair forehead and cheeks were suddenly stained with several red and green stains!
Several people subconsciously raised their arms, and when they saw a few paint stains on them as small as needle tips, their expressions changed.
"Go and take a look at the ruins ahead." Fan Ning made a quick decision, "There is still a problem here. If we continue to discuss it on this empty platform, we are waiting to die."
The three of them ran forward lightly. Although the floating ruins seemed far away on the horizon, the distance was getting closer in an instant.
The paint rain outside gradually became a patter, and the sound of the rain was clearly audible, with a sticky texture. Several people looked at each other, and their bodies were covered with fine colors.
After hundreds of breaths, their bodies slipped into the black mist, passed by the upside-down dead trees and stone monuments, and collapsed from the top window of a fallen tower-shaped building.
The architectural structure in this ruin is very abnormal, completely contrary to the aesthetics of today's human beings. The various gray columns, stone statues, and reliefs all hint at the facial structure of the human face. However, the stones are tall and smooth, and they are completely inconsistent from a holistic perspective.
Like the materials that can be found in this world, if you stare for too long, you can hear a hollow continuous sound that is like wind and whisper, which makes people feel a strong sense of dizziness and disgust. And standing in it feels like floating on the water, just like before.
When you look at it from a distance, you see people swaying slightly along with the entire building.
They gradually experienced an inexplicable terror, which was the instinctive trembling of human beings towards strange and ancient historical things. Fan Ning suppressed his mind and led the two people through the endless ruins, carefully avoiding the paint rain.
Caves, and many strange-looking areas - these places are abruptly separated from the surrounding environment: either an inexplicable void, or a completely unrelated scene that is difficult to see clearly, or even though it is consistent with adjacent things
, but it showed a state of festering like a densely packed cochlea.
The paint rain was falling more and more heavily, and it penetrated from all parts of the dilapidated building. The contaminated areas were like blooming poisonous colonies of bacteria. Fan Ning became more and more anxious, even though the speed of the few people traveling through it was accelerating.
, but nothing substantial was found. Wherever they could see, they were either dilapidated and desolate, or chaotic and unclean.
"Caron, I have a conjecture..." Sheeran said at this time, "Qiong just said that this is a secret place of migration of the 'Great Palace School'. I think it is only half right. It should be some kind of incomplete place."
The secret form of..."
"Not completely? What do you mean, because there is only one painting that has been sublimated after being transformed into a moving substance?" Fan Ning's eyes lit up, "It's very possible... the sky in the secret place here clearly fits the title characteristics of "Green Night"
, I suspect that when other paintings are sublimated, more things will change here, and then it is very likely that this place will show some connection with the 'Gate of Seven Lights'..."
It was a reasonable guess, but as he spoke, Fan Ning's expression still returned to anxiety.
He was not interested in this moving secret realm related to the "Fountain in the Painting", he just wanted to get out.
The walk through the ruins did not stop, and after hundreds of breaths, the three of them broke into a strange and broken tower. It may have been very tall, but now it collapsed to only an empty shell of one and a half layers, with paint raining on it.
Splashes of colorful stains.
The environment exuded an unclean aura like festering pus, but the three of them were attracted by the huge stone tablet in front of them. It hung vertically in a strange and chaotic mid-air. The body of the tablet was sometimes soaked inside, and sometimes emerged from the inside.
, like a drowning person who is constantly struggling.
Fan Ning ignored the dripping of colorful slurry all over his head and carefully observed the strange relief carvings on the stone tablet. It seemed to have been severely weathered, and the traces of the reliefs were very shallow, but its style could probably be seen.
A human wearing a crown and a starry cape sits on the back of a cow. He lifts the cow's head high with his left hand and stabs the cow's body with a knife in his right hand. A bunch of grapes hangs from the wound, and the cow's tail is painted like rice.
It looks like a spike. On the side of the cow there are hounds and snakes biting it. In addition, you can vaguely see crows, bottles, lions, torches and other things around the relief.
Fan Ning had no clue about interpreting this relief. Just as he and Sheeran were puzzled, Joan's voice came from behind the relief and the void: "Look, there is something on this side."
The two walked around through the sticky slurry on the ground and saw seven symbols lined up.
"Is this the 'Fountain in the Painting'?" Everyone first focused on the fountain pattern that ran through the inside and outside of the square frame. "It seems that He is really the Lord of Witnesses. Could it be said that the symbol group on this stone tablet is exactly what it is?"
Do they represent the type of witness masters followed by the 'Great Court School'? There are seven in total?"
Some of the symbols are too concise and abstract, making it difficult to distinguish them. For example, the symbol on the far right is just a diagonal line segment, but the others can vaguely identify the characteristics of things: spark gear, arc knife, lamp, spring water, and a hand extending from the liquid.
, distorting mirror.
"Hey, look here again and there seems to be the signature of the stone tablet sculptor." Sheeran pointed to the lower left corner of the row of symbols.
"Let me take a look." Fan Ning carefully approached the chaotic scene at the edge of the stone monument.
The two of them spelled out scrawled Tulungarian together, and as the syllables slowly came out of their mouths one by one, their tone became more and more suspicious.
"Guido Dallezzo?"
Joan asked curiously: "Caron, look at Sheeran's tone, do you know who he is?"
"Of course I know." Fan Ning took a deep breath.
"He is the first generation leader of the guiding school."