musicians of old

Chapter 181 The Great Court School (4K [-]-in-[-])

"You can open your eyes now."

Fan Ning slowly opened his eyelids: "We should have passed through the passage full of polluted visual existence. In the normal state of the astral world or in the shift, there is no substantial difference between opening and closing the eyes."

The two followed his steps and moved a few steps, and began to further look at the surrounding environment.

In addition to the green night and the black platform, there are also some vague things that are not detected at first glance.

Behind the platform is an abyss of nothingness, and in the distance ahead, you can see the outline of endless ruins.

Collapsed bell towers, twisted city walls, upside-down sculptures and trees, upside-down tower-shaped houses...

"This should be the relic of the 'Grand Court School' of the third Sturungalian Dynasty, and it is the real third floor of the deep well."

Fanning looked at the barren and eerie ruins in the distance. They were fragmented and unphysically swaying in the depths of the black-green fog, like a pile of broken toys floating on the water.

Hiran tried to confirm: "...So, the 'Grand Court School' did build a symbolic tower-shaped building, and painted a 'Dome Gate' at the bottom of the cave, and the upper two floors metaphorically symbolize the The origin of the Lord, and set the entrance of the core area on the third floor of the tower... Then, the gallery and the room with all kinds of weird things we saw when we went in on the third floor are indeed 'Continental Alchemists Was it built by the association? One is thousands of years old, the other is two or three hundred years old, and the two are blended together?"

Fan Ning nodded slightly: "Yes. Including the deep well, it should have been built by the alchemists, so that it will be easier for them to explore this third tower-shaped building..."

"Sorry, I forgot..." Speaking of which, Fan Ning let go of the hands of the two girls, and touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

He went on to explain: "The mixture of world appearance and will should start when we go down into the deep well. Of course, there is only an initial transition state, and the 'appearance' or 'waking world' components account for the vast majority. , under the effect of the law of entanglement in the secret history, only a few candlesticks overflowed the boundary and grew to the deep wells built in different historical periods."

"The further you go, the greater the composition of 'will' or 'dream world', so there are more and more unreasonable things, such as the characters that affect the mind in the halls of the first two floors, and the ever-changing corridors and spiral staircases, such as the third floor All kinds of horrible things in the galleries and underground buildings... And at the end of the passage where we closed our eyes, the ratio was completely reversed-most of them were things on the astral plane or the shifting plane. I faint proportions…”

"Of course, this does not mean that they are illusory. Everyone who studies hidden knowledge knows that appearance and will together constitute the real world, and their pollution and danger really exist."

But what Fan Ning didn't understand was that he had never heard the dense noise they described directly in his ears, and it seemed that he had some special qualities that could resist this kind of pollution.

Could it be something that I have always been used to carrying with me?It can't be the baton, but the key to the museum is possible?
"What about the painting? What's the situation with the painting?" Joan looked up at the sky.

There was still a strong sense of disbelief in her eyes: "I figured out the reason for the previous series of abnormal things, but why is there a 'green night' above our heads? Why did Mr. Cumier's oil painting run away?" Come here? What does Benjamin mean by 'appreciating many, remembering deeply'?"

"This phenomenon..." Fanning 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 works of art have to be predicated on the existence of viewers?"

"Not necessarily?" Sheeran tried to answer, "Artworks have historical limitations, and the viewers also have historical limitations... An oil painting has received a lot of slander and criticism at the moment, but it may become an immortal work a hundred years later. A priceless pearl in the history of human civilization...Of course, its existence and artistic value cannot be denied just because it is not appreciated for the time being.”

"No." Fan Ning shook his head, "You may have misunderstood my proposition, the 'appreciation' I mentioned here is different from what you understand, it is a neutral verb, it is 'knowing', 'observing' and 'making an impression'' Performing aesthetic activities' and so on... As for the result of aesthetic judgment, is it an 'outstanding work'? Or a 'bad work'? That's another story..."

"If a poet writes a long poem and throws 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 born, so that no second person will ever see it, and you stop appreciating yourself, it is a real object, but is it a work of art? "

"If I spent all my life's effort and inspiration and created a magnificent symphony before I died, but its manuscript was lost, and no one has ever performed it or listened to it, is it considered a work of art?"

"A little further variation: the symphony had a successful premiere, but then it was discontinued by some accident, and a hundred years later, the musicians who remember how it was played and the fans who heard it are dead Well, 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 appreciators. Is it still a work of art? Is it always counted, or was it before Forget it, not now?"

"Caroun...the example you just gave has a shady overlay," Joan said. "It reminds me of the five paintings that Benjamin stole and we saw in the trunk. The "Room of Pain" that was mentioned inadvertently, the Special Inspection Office used the same method to place it in the sealed room."

"That's what I want to discuss next." Fanning nodded, "There is something wrong with the paints in the Langefni Workhouse, and there is even some homology with the paints in the gallery...Courmier painted with special paints "Green Night", this work did not have Extraordinary attributes at first, at best there was only a small amount of phase ambiguity, but after a certain period of exhibition, the aesthetic impression it left in the minds of the viewers broke through to a certain level—— —”

"Therefore, it became a migratory substance, which sublimated itself from the appearance of the world."

"I see. No wonder at the scene of the fire in the auction house, there was a painting with only the canvas and no paint slag." Joan was dumbfounded when she heard that. Concise and to the point...their 'Conciliation School' people are crazy like no other..."

Fan Ning has a far-sighted vision: "This may indicate that the existence of art works requires the existence of viewers as a premise, just like the definition of 'alive' by moving creatures. The sublimation of an artist's artistic personality also depends on the judgment and memory of history. At least in this world." At the end, his tone was close to a whisper.

After J. S. Bach wrote his last "The Art of Fugue", it is said that his artistic attainment has been objectively finalized, but if Mendelssohn of later generations did not rediscover his works. His name may only be in the Occupying some corner place in the dull music-historical literature, he's even less famous than his son.As for Fanning, he may not have access to his great works at all.

"Now there are more practical problems." Sheeran reminded the two, "How do we get out?"

It is not difficult to go out from the ordinary dreamland or the area called the astral plane. Distract your attention, relax your thoughts, curb the burning of inspiration, and imagine the falling of the spirit body at the same time, and you can control yourself to wake up. This is mastering dream control The basic ability of those who know the law.

But in the movement, you must turn back the path you came from, so that you can use this method to control the falling of the spirit body, otherwise, once the inspiration is exhausted, you will end up lost.

The three of them have consumed a lot of inspiration...

Joan pouted and said: "The question is, if the entire underground building is a mixture of appearance and will, how did we get here? Since when did we enter the tide? ... And I think this place is not like a conventional wasteland , Surrounded by mountains or basins, it is very likely to be a secret place."

"I don't understand this question either. The mapping relationship between the shifting world and the waking world is hard to understand." Fan Ning stared at the black ruins floating in the distance, "For example, if I bring the shifting material into the dream, and then give it to another It is difficult to understand why the substance has moved out of thin air in the world appearance... and according to some documents, in some rare cases, the knowing person himself will find that he is not in the dream after waking up. where..."

While talking, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and the fog in the low green night began to roll.

Fan Ning suddenly felt that his elbows, neck and ankles were slightly cool.

…It's raining?

Just as he was thinking about it, he glanced at Xilan, and saw several red and green stains on the girl's fair forehead and cheeks!
Several people raised their arms subconsciously, and their faces changed when they saw a few small needle-like paint stains on it.

"Go to the ruins ahead." Fan Ning made a decisive decision. "There are still problems here. If we continue to discuss on this empty platform, we will die."

The three of them ran forward lightly, although those floating ruins seemed to be far away on the horizon, the distance was shortened in an instant.

The paint rain outside gradually took on a pattering state, and the sound of the rain was clearly audible, with a viscous texture.Several people looked at each other, and their bodies were covered with fine colors.

After hundreds of breaths, their bodies penetrated into the black mist, skimmed over the upside-down dead trees and stone monuments, and collapsed through the top floor window of a fallen tower building.

The architectural structure in the ruins is very abnormal, completely contrary to the aesthetics of human beings in today's era. All kinds of gray pillars, stone statues, and reliefs all imply the facial features of the human face, but the stone is tall and smooth, which is completely inconsistent with the whole Like the material that can be found in this world, if you stare at it for too long, you can hear the hollow continuous sound like wind and whisper, which makes people feel dizzy and disgusted.And standing in it is like floating on the water, just like what you saw when you looked over from a distance before, people are swaying slightly with the whole building.

They gradually realized a kind of inexplicable horror, which is the instinctive trembling of human beings towards strange and ancient historical things.Fanning suppressed his mind and led the two of them through the endless ruins, carefully avoiding the holes where the paint rained, and many strange-looking areas-these places were abruptly separated from the surrounding environment: either It is an inexplicable void, either completely irrelevant and hard to see the scene, or although it is consistent with the adjacent things, it presents a festering state like a dense cochlea.

The paint rain is getting bigger and bigger, and seeps in from all parts of the dilapidated building. The contaminated place is like a blooming highly toxic and colorful fungus. Fan Ning is also getting more and more anxious, although the walking speed of several people is accelerating. , but did not find any substantive things. The places that those visions saw were either dilapidated and barren or chaotic and unclean.

"Caroun, I have a speculation..." Sheeran said at this moment, "Just now Joan said that this is a secret place of migration of the 'Great Court School', I think it is only half right, this place should be just some kind of incomplete The form of the secret realm..."

"Not completely? You mean, because there is only one painting sublimated after being transformed into a moving substance?" Fan Ning's eyes lit up, "It is very likely...the sky in the secret realm here clearly fits the title of "Green Night" , I suspect that when other paintings are also sublimated, more things will change here, and it is very likely that there will be some connection with the 'Gate of Seven Lights' at that time..."

It was a reasonable guess, but Fan Ning's expression returned to anxiety as he spoke.

He is not interested in this secret realm related to the "Fountain in the Painting", he just wants to get out.

Walking through the ruins did not stop, and after hundreds of breaths, the three of them broke into a dilapidated tower with a strange appearance. It may have once been tall, but at this moment it collapsed to the point where only one and a half layers of empty shell remained, and the paint rained on it. Splatters of colorful smudges.

The environment exudes an unclean atmosphere like festering pus, but the three of them are attracted by the huge stone tablet in front of them. It hangs vertically in a strange mid-air with chaotic scenes. The body of the tablet is sometimes soaked inside, and sometimes emerges. , like a drowning man struggling.

Fan Ning didn't care about the dripping of the colored slurry on his head, and carefully observed the weird relief on the stone tablet. It seemed to have been severely weathered, and the traces of the relief were extremely shallow, but its style could be seen.

A human wearing a crown and a starry cloak straddled the back of the bull. With his left hand, he lifted the bull's head high and stabbed it into its body with a knife in his right hand. A bunch of grapes hung from the wound, and the oxtail was painted as rice. The appearance of spikes.On the side of the cow, there are hounds and snakes biting it. In addition, crows, bottles, lions, torch bearers and other things can be vaguely seen around the relief.

Fanning had no idea how to interpret this relief. Just as he and Hiran were puzzled, Joan's voice came from behind the relief and the void: "Look, there is something on this side too."

The two stepped on the thick slurry on the ground and walked around here, and saw seven symbols lined up.

"Is this the 'fountain in the painting'?" Everyone first cast their eyes on the fountain pattern that runs through the inside and outside of the box, "It seems that He is really the Lord of witnesses. Could it be that the group of symbols on this stone tablet is just Are there seven Lords of Witnesses representing the kind followed by the 'Great Court School'?"

Some symbols are too simple and abstract to distinguish, for example, the symbol on the far right is just a slanted line segment, but others can vaguely see the characteristics of things: spark gears, arc knives, lamps, spring water, hands protruding from the liquid , Distorted mirror.

"Hey, look here again. There seems to be the signature of the stone tablet sculptor here." Sheeran pointed to the lower left corner of the row of symbols.

"Let me see." Fanning cautiously approached the chaotic scene on the edge of the stele.

The two spelled the scribbled Turangalian together, and as the syllables slowly came out of their mouths, their expressions became more and more confused.

"Guidalezo?"

Joan asked curiously: "Callon, Hiran. Listen to this tone, do you know who he is?"

"Of course I know." Fanning took a deep breath.

"He is the first generation leader of Guidance School."

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