Chapter 935: The Painting of the Sealed Soul

"Beauty bone?" Old Shen and Chen Jianfei repeated in unison.

The two stared at each other.

It's not that they didn't hear Tang Feng's words clearly, but that they couldn't imagine what these three words meant.

They know the beauty, and the bones know it too. Could this beauty bone be the bone of a beauty?

Reminiscent of the mummy brown that Tang Feng mentioned just now, the eyes of the two of them widened even further.

Such things are completely unheard of for them, as long as they think about it, they feel that it is impossible.

Seeing the state of the two of them, Tang Feng poured a cup of tea calmly. While picking it up and drinking it slowly, he said in a slow voice: "Beauty bone, as the name suggests, is a paint made from the bones of beautiful women that are ground into powder. The usage is exactly the same as that of mummy brown."

Listening to Tang Feng's gentle explanation, the two audiences in front of them were quite restless.

"Mr. Tang, are you joking? I've never heard of this method of making paint." Chen Jianfei said with a worried expression, somewhat uncertain.

Chen Jianfei couldn't believe that the bone was ground into powder and made into paint, and it was the bone of a beautiful woman. What if it was a man's bone? If it's from the bones of an ugly woman? They are all bones, can there be a difference?

Elder Shen also had doubts in his eyes, hesitatingly turned to Tang Feng, weighed his words, and said, "What Mr. Tang said is really unbelievable. It will not pursue the full and bright color, but calm and thick. As far as I know, most of the pigments used are extracted from some ores.”

It can be seen that Mr. Shen knows more about these things than Chen Jianfei.

This is not surprising, Chen Jianfei is a martial artist, usually all his thoughts are on cultivation, and he has no time and thoughts to care about such elegant things.

Tang Feng nodded with a faint smile on his face.

Seeing Tang Feng's approval, Mr. Shen went on to say: "Mr. Tang, I don't doubt what you said, this person's bone can be used as a paint, but the composition of this bone is far from ore. Personally, I feel that the pigments produced are not suitable for traditional Chinese painting.”

Hearing what Old Shen said, Chen Jianfei immediately felt that it made sense, nodded involuntarily, and looked at Tang Feng again.

Tang Feng looked at Shen Lao with a half-smile, and said lightly: "Whether it is my Huaxia traditional Chinese painting or Western oil painting, in the final analysis, it is all made of color. Whether the color is attached to rice paper or canvas, it is In the same way, as for whether the color is bright or steady, isn’t it all up to the painter? Why does Old Shen believe that oil paintings can use mummies as pigments, but traditional Chinese paintings can’t?”

Old Shen stopped talking.

What he just said just now was just his own thinking, without any basis, and Tang Feng had nothing to say when he refuted it like this.

In Chen Jianfei's eyes, he still didn't believe it. He subconsciously looked at the wooden box. Seeing that Mr. Shen was silent, he tentatively said to Tang Feng: "Mr. Tang, I don't understand something. I hope you can explain it to me."

Tang Feng nodded.

Chen Jianfei looked curiously, and said, "This mummy is made out of brown, what color would human bones be?"

Tang Feng smiled and said, "Black."

"Black?" Chen Jianfei opened his mouth slightly, and the suspicion on his face deepened a bit, "Using human bones to make black? There is no need for that? Huaxia Kingdom has a long history, and this Chinese painting has a long history. In this age, the ink used is quite mature, why is it necessary to use human bones to paint black?"

If Tang Feng was talking about other colors, Chen Jianfei would still be skeptical, but if it was black, he would not believe it.

Black is the color of ink. This kind of color is not rare. Why is it necessary to use such a terrible method?

Before Tang Feng could answer, Chen Jianfei went on to say: "China is a country of etiquette. From ancient times to the present, this etiquette is the most important thing. There is a saying that death is the most important thing. If it is not for some special things, how can you do it at will? Destroying other people's corpses? If the ink needed for this Chinese painting needs to be ground into powder from human bones, it can be regarded as appalling, and it will definitely be recorded in history, just like this mummy brown, there are traces to follow, but Why have I never heard of a beauty bone before?"

Listening to Chen Jianfei's eloquent talk and continuously asking questions, Tang Feng had a slight smile on his face. At the beginning, he was still smiling brightly, but after hearing the last sentence, Tang Feng almost didn't want to answer this kind of question. , but still glanced at Chen Jianfei with that half-smile look.

Although I don't know the identity of this old Shen, but he is Chen Jianfei's immediate boss, after all, he can't be wrong. Tang Feng was saving Chen Jianfei's face in front of Old Shen, so he didn't directly say that there are many things you haven't heard of.

As soon as Chen Jianfei uttered the last sentence, he also realized this. Facing Tang Feng's smile, he immediately closed his mouth, with a slight embarrassment in his eyes.

Mr. Shen didn't care about Chen Jianfei's expression. He pondered for a while, looked at Tang Feng, and said slowly: "If Mr. Tang said so, isn't this kind of beauty bone also a relatively common color? And it is often used In Chinese painting?"

Listening to the meaning in his words, it means that he has believed everything Tang Feng said.

Tang Feng smiled lightly, and he didn't look complacent because of Shen Lao's belief, but still said plainly: "If it is extremely common, there is no reason for the two of you not to know."

"This—" Elder Shen didn't know what to say for a while, but the bewildered expression on his face became a little more serious.

Chen Jianfei endured it, but still didn't hold back, and said: "Mr. Tang, what's going on?"

"Although the beauty bone is black, it is not a method for making ink, but a secret technique." Tang Feng's voice was low and very slow.

His expression was in stark contrast to the warm scene of fundraising.

After the three people, everyone seemed very excited and kept quoting higher numbers, which was even more exciting than the auction just now.

But Mr. Shen turned a deaf ear to those voices, just looked at Tang Feng fixedly, and said, "I hope Mr. Tang can make it clear."

Tang Feng put down the cup in his hand, looked at Mr. Shen, and said with a smile: "If I say that the soul is sealed in this painting, would you believe it?"