Day and night tour

Chapter 196 Space Law
At this moment, Yun Ziliang finally understood the artistic sense of "Blood Well Manufacturing" and expressed regret for his shallow knowledge in the past two days.

"Xuejing has a good understanding of magical instruments."

"Lao Yun, didn't you say that my magic weapon is not very good?"

"From the perspective of grade, your magic weapon is indeed not of high quality, but... the Blood Well gave me a new idea. Not all magic weapons of high quality are good."

Yun Ziliang said: "Magic weapons are divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow. Generally speaking, the higher the grade, the more powerful it is. For example, the City God Armor is the first magic weapon of the City God Hall. This magic weapon is firmly at the Earth level, and it is even the most powerful among the Earth-level magic weapons.
Your Speedy Armored Horse, before the transformation, was a yellow-grade horse that could be used to travel, very functional. After the transformation..."

"Xuanpin."

Zhou Xuan finally understood what the "Xuan" in the "Six, Six, Xuan" of the Blood Well meant. It refers to the grade of the magic weapon.

"Even if it's a Xuan-grade armor, the gap with the City God Armor is still huge, but... your armor horse was modified by Xuejing based on your weaknesses."

Yun Ziliang said: "Before Xuejing modified your armor and horse, I witnessed your magic weapon leaving your hand, only a few meters away. This is your weakness.

He changed the speed of several meters into teleportation, which completely made up for your weakness and brought out your strengths.

You are a disciple of the Nuo God, and you have cultivated nine halls. When you reach the level of three incense sticks, the tattooed tools are used as weapons. You can cultivate nine levels of skills.

The ninth level uses weapons as weapons, plus the power of armored horses, I dare not imagine what kind of scene it would be. "

Yun Ziliang spoke highly of the "God-speed Vest". The haze was finally cleared up in the blood well. It was so happy that it stretched out two bloody hands from the well, with its wrists against the wall of the well and proudly put its hands on its waist. This meant that the well body could not move, otherwise it would have to make a tactical retreat.

Xue Jing was proud and happy, while Yun Ziliang turned into an "extremely happy person" and said, "I must work hard to live. You are always so lively. I am happy every day I see you."

"Hey, Lao Yun, you think the junior brother is having fun, but I think he is looking in the mirror."

Lv Mingkun was a little frustrated and said, "Every disciple in our hall who uses weapons as weapons has trained his muscles since he was young. He has endured so much hardship and been whipped so many times that he finally reached the age of five incense sticks. But you, my junior brother, have reached the age of five incense sticks so easily... I feel powerless just thinking about it."

But after a short moment of frustration, Lv Mingkun smiled again and said, "However, Junior Brother, if you can really become a Nuo God who has passed through nine halls in the future, I will definitely be very proud and will blow it to everyone I meet - the Nuo God's Bone Teeth was taught by me!"

"You taught me that." Zhou Xuan said seriously, "Fifth Senior Brother, your coroner's incense will help you to ascend to a higher level one day."

"It's too high to go. The White Walkers behind the coroner don't have very high incense, let alone a disciple."

"I can do it. Trust me."

The incense of the White Walker coroner was not very high, so he did not have a deep understanding of the methods of the high-level incense, so naturally he could not teach the disciples in the hall.

but,

White Walkers can't.

The talisman scripture can.

"Junior brother, I believe it."

Lu Mingkun didn't know why Zhou Xuan was so confident, but as long as his junior brother said it, he would believe it with certainty.

……

Now when Zhou Xuan goes to the metropolis, he has to bring his family with him.

This time, everyone in the store went together, including Cuijie and Muhua.

Although there are a few more people, there is no such thing as overload in Jingguo.

"Brother Zhou, to be honest, this is my first time riding in a car. It feels really good."

Sister Cui got in the car and looked around.

In fact, the majority of people in Jingguo have never ridden in a car, so don't laugh at anyone else.

When the car arrived at the metropolis, after Zhou Xuan parked the car, a large number of people got off.

Everyone has a clear division of labor.

Yun Ziliang and Cui Jie went to listen to music and watch dancers.

Lu Mingkun did not have those "artistic germs". He preferred to listen to operas and books and was not interested in dancers and singers. So he became the leader of the "bath team" and took Mu Hua and Xiao Fuzi to take a bath.

There is water to play with when taking a bath, fruits and chocolates to eat, and a master to scrub your back afterward.

"Sister Cui, if you see anything delicious or fun, just take it and eat it. Don't be afraid to spend money. In fact, it doesn't cost much."

"Little sir, I finally got you."

While Zhou Xuan was instructing Sister Cui, Gu Ling saw him, walked over, put her arm around his shoulders affectionately and greeted him.

"We are good friends, you have to show some appreciation." Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"That's easy."

Gu Ling reached out and called the deputy manager of the Metropolitan, introducing Yun Ziliang and Cui Jie: "These two are the young gentleman's friends, take good care of them."

The deputy manager immediately put on a professional smile and led Yun Ziliang and Cui Jie to the position closest to the stage, and served them fruit plates, snacks, and expensive drinks.

Cui Jie felt a little embarrassed and asked Yun Ziliang, "Old Yun, does Brother Zhou know anyone here?"

"Xiao Zhou is good at interpersonal relationships..." Yun Ziliang didn't know how to explain to Sister Cui.

……

"Has Lao Li been persuaded?"

"Old Li will definitely attend the rally tomorrow."

Zhou Xuan and Gu Ling sat in the waiting area, waiting for Si Yuer and Bai Guang.

Since the person they were waiting for didn't show up, they started talking about Li Chengfeng.

"Why must he go?"

"I heard that he made a major discovery in his research," Zhou Xuan said.

Gu Ling spread her hands and said, "Young sir, I gave you face. If he really comes tomorrow, I will have no choice but to take action. Don't blame me then."

"How can I blame you? We all serve our own masters. Some things can be flexible, but some things can't."

Zhou Xuan’s “magnanimity” made Gu Ling feel relieved.

The two chatted for a while.

Bai Guang and Si Yuer arrived.

Si Yu'er was generous. When she saw Gu Ling, she greeted her, "Sister Ling, have you lit your incense?"

"It's burning. How can it not burn with the young master here?"

Gu Ling saw the shy Bai Guang, looked him up and down, and said, "He has a good figure and looks, but his personality is not very playful."

"Personality is a problem, but there are different ways to sing if you can't have fun."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he asked Gu Ling if there was a place for a singing audition.

"Of course."

Gu Ling led Zhou Xuan, Si Yuer and Bai Guang to her lounge.

When it comes to auditioning singers, Gu Ling is a professional and she herself is a top singer.

After entering the lounge, Gu Ling asked Bai Guang to sing a song.

Bai Guang sang a song called "Night Jasmine". Ever since she was enlightened by Zhou Xuan last time, she was no longer obsessed with songs with light rhythms.

Her lazy voice with a strong rhythm immediately made Gu Ling fall in love with her.

"She sang very well and tastefully. I like her very much. Young sir, you were right to recommend her."

"I also think her voice is particularly suitable for the jazz music that has become popular in Mingjiang Mansion."

Jazz is an imported music. Since it was introduced into Mingjiang in the past few years, it has been sought after and its popularity is expected to continue to rise.

Bai Guang's voice is naturally suitable for jazz.

"Luckily you introduced her." Gu Ling leaned over to Zhou Xuan's ear and said, "Recently, Paramount has started to form a jazz band. Now that the band is set up, the next step is to let the singers try out songs to see whose voice is most suitable for jazz.

If it was a step later, Bai Guang would definitely be treated as an important singer by Paramount and pushed in front of those wealthy bosses. "

"I've done you such a big favor. Remember to give me 51% of the shares of Metropolis."

"Bah, you're thinking about my little fortune." Gu Ling patted Zhou Xuan's shoulder and said, "Sister Bai Guang, you can sing, but... you still need to be trained..."

She stood up, walked to Bai Guang, and asked, "Will the Nanping evening bell sing?"

"I've learned the song that was popular a while ago and I can sing it."

"Come on, sing a song."

Gu Ling asked Bai Guang to sing. Bai Guang closed his eyes, tried to find the feeling, and then began to sing: "I hurriedly walked into the forest..."

After singing only two lines,
Gu Ling was not satisfied. She gently twisted her soft waist and sang along: "I can't find his whereabouts~ I only see the tree swaying in the wind~"

Not only the person is twisting, but the voice is twisting as well.

With Gu Ling leading the way,

Bai Guang also followed suit and moved his voice.

Her shaking and Gu Ling's twisting have their own characteristics.

Gu Ling is extremely charming, charming to the core.
Just looking at her one more time or listening to her song one more time makes my heart beat faster.

The swaying white light carries a sense of power, making it easier to bring the audience into the atmosphere of the song.

The two of them sang more and more into the play, and the charm of their singing rippled in the house.

The beauty's jazz style intoxicates the night-light river.
The singing of the two beauties was like a gentle hand, gently shaking Zhou Xuan and bringing him into a state that was neither a dream nor a dream.

As the song "Nanping Evening Bell" came to an end,
Gu Ling said to Bai Guang, "Come and sing at the Metropolitan Museum tomorrow. We will form a jazz band for you and treat you as our top star. As for your salary, it will be set according to the highest standards for singers."

"Thank you Sister Guling, thank you young master." Bai Guang was so excited that he thanked Zhou Xuan and Guling repeatedly.

……

After Bai Guang and Si Yuer left,
Gu Ling could finally let go of her airs as the boss of the Metropolitan and get excited.

"Once the band is formed and Bai Guang takes the stage, our Metropolitan will have the capital to compete with the Paramount."

"You can fight slowly. I'm leaving first. I have a lot of things to do at home." Zhou Xuan left Gu Ling some "excited" private space and got up and left the lounge.

"Young sir, if Li Chengfeng goes to the rally tomorrow, I will really take action."

"Move, don't look at my face."

Zhou Xuan closed the door of the lounge and went downstairs.

When he reached the first floor, Zhou Xuan also wanted to take a bath, so he walked towards the bathhouse. As he walked, a painting on the corridor wall attracted Zhou Xuan's attention.

The painting shows an old man smoking a pipe and wearing a railway hat.

The old man's eyes were as clear and bright as a child's, and his skin was like a mosaic, divided into countless blocks of color.

These color blocks include the skin color of young people, the skin color of babies, and the skin color of the elderly...

It looks messy.

But Zhou Xuan knew,

The old man in the painting is not a normal old man.

But obsession.

Many people cannot see obsession.

Zhou Xuan can see with the help of the "Washing Wrongs Scroll", and the master thief Liu Qingguang can see with his "gourd eye".
The person who painted this picture can also see the obsession.

"Does the young man like this painting?"

An old man walked up to Zhou Xuan and asked.

"Oh, this painting is quite interesting."

Zhou Xuan said to the old man.

"What's the point? It looks very messy to me," said the old man.

"I feel that the artist of this painting is trying to express a very new concept," Zhou Xuan said. "He took a part from many people and put it into one person."

"Do you know how to paint?" the old man asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I only understand a little." Zhou Xuan responded and continued walking towards the bathhouse. After walking for a while, he felt something was wrong, so he turned back, looked at the painting again, and released his perception at the same time.

With his perceptive gaze, Zhou Xuan actually saw "the old man's life" in this painting.

He began to think that this painting was an obsession, made up of many people.

but now,
He saw that there were actually many paintings, of babies, children, teenagers, young people, middle-aged people, and the elderly...

Dozens of paintings are combined together, and each painting represents a certain state in the old man's life.

"It's not an obsession, but a person's many time states superimposed on each other."

"Young man, why are you back again?"

"Oh, I was wrong just now. I thought it was many people making up one person. Now I can see clearly that this painting is the life of this old man."

Zhou Xuan said: "From infancy to old age, everything is integrated into one painting. The painter is very good."

"You still say you don't understand painting? To be honest, this painting was drawn by me, and there are not many people who understand it. I didn't expect you to understand it."

The old man looked as if he regretted meeting her too late.

After looking at the old man for a while, Zhou Xuan said to himself: It turns out that it is you, old man, so bored, drawing this kind of thing!
Some avant-garde painters are highly respected in the field of art history, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they are just "idle people with nothing to do."

Zhou Xuan is just an ordinary person who doesn't understand art.

Since the old man in front of him is an avant-garde painter, Zhou Xuan decided to make him more avant-garde...

"I only know a little bit about painting, but this painting can go a step further in terms of concept."

Zhou Xuan thought of the abstract paintings from his previous life.

In his previous life, he worked in the media and wrote articles about abstract paintings. He researched information while writing. Those paintings looked very abstract, but there were many different schools of thought.

He knew nothing about abstract painting, but he remembered a lot about the theory.

"How to proceed?"

The old man asked Zhou Xuan.

"Look, I drew the ear sockets and auricles of the two ears, and next to the nose, I drew a horizontal nose."

“That’s not called painting.”

"It's also a painting. Think about it. The two ears have ear sockets and auricles. Do you think this painting shows the person from the front or the side?

From the side, you can see the ear cavity and auricle, but only one ear. From the front, you can see two ears, but the auricle and ear cavity cannot be seen.

There are two noses, one is straight and the other is horizontal. We usually determine the direction of the painting based on the direction of the nose. Now there are two noses that are perpendicular to each other, so which direction do you think the painting should be drawn in?"

The old man was asked,

But he always thought it was just a little cleverness.

Until Zhou Xuan said: "The front and side view appear on the paper at the same time, does it mean that the space on the paper has been expanded?
Does not being able to tell the direction mean that one has lost the direction in space?

This is all knowledge, old sir, please study it carefully."

Zhou Xuan’s question was not his own thought, but involved philosophical issues in “abstract art”.

He still hasn't figured out similar questions, nor does he want to figure them out - it's a waste of brain cells, it's better to think about what to eat for lunch and dinner.

But for an avant-garde painter like the old man, who has nothing to do, we need to give him some intensity and find something to do.

Seeing that the old man was a little confused, Zhou Xuan was very satisfied.

He didn't think it was a prank, and he even said thank you.

"Old man, you learn first. I'm going to take a shower."

"Thank you for your advice, little brother."

Look! This is how the avant-garde should be treated.

"You're welcome." Zhou Xuan strode towards the bathhouse.

The painter looked at Zhou Xuan's receding figure and said thoughtfully,

"He seemed to be talking about the laws of space? Zhou Xuan is the Nuo God, and the Nuo God is the god of destiny. Why would he have insights into the laws of space?

It seems that the insights are still very deep,
Wonderful, wonderful. "

After the painter finished the mural "Han Lu Song Que" for Gu Lao Temple, he came to the Metropolitan Museum to relax. As a result, he saw a young man looking at his painting - this painting was given to Gu Ling by the painter.

The painter also knew this young man.

The old man from Gu sent Zhou Xuan's portrait to the temple today.

The painter went to talk to Zhou Xuan.

This talk,
There was a harvest.

The painter returned to the table, lost in thought.
"Draw the ear sockets and auricles for the two ears, and two noses..."

After he repeated this sentence countless times, he finally understood Zhou Xuan's "thought" and said repeatedly: "I figured it out. It's the superposition of space in the painting, just like the superposition of time in the painting."

He had figured out the key points and had become a little self-forgetful. He treated the wine table as his own study, pacing back and forth, feeling very excited inside.

……

Zhou Xuan drove home.
In the car, Zhou Xuan asked Sister Cui if the Metropolis was fun.

Cui Jie described it vividly: "It was fun, the show was good, the food was delicious, especially the chocolate with liquor filling, which was sweet and had a liquor aroma. But there was an old man who was scary. He strode back and forth beside the wine table alone, as if he had hysteria."

"I saw it, too. He was still yelling, saying he had figured it out. The superposition of space is just like the superposition of time in the painting."

Listen to the two people's description,

Zhou Xuan then knew that the hysterical old man was the avant-garde painter.

"Did he really figure it out?"

Zhou Xuan was a little skeptical.
Abstract painting is so brain-burning, but it didn’t stump the old man?

"This old man is quite something... Don't meet me next time. If you meet me again, I will give him some avant-garde..."

……

Back at the store, Zhou Xuan finally made time to come and asked Li Chengfeng to come home.
Discuss the script for tomorrow's rally.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan is no longer Zhou Xuan, but Director Zhou.

Li Chengfeng answered his call and drove over in a hurry.
"Lao Li, where will the meeting be held tomorrow?"

"The Bone Temple next to Mingjiang Wharf."

"time?"

"Tomorrow at nine."

"How will the rally proceed?" Zhou Xuan asked again.

"First, go to the Bone Temple and worship the statues. Then the "Communicator" will communicate with the gods about the time of their arrival. After the communication is over, the "Si Chen" will pay attention to the time, and the "Bell Officer" will ring the bone chimes, waiting for the gods to come. When the time comes, the body of the "Chao Feng" will take over to welcome the gods."

"Will the Heavenly Official come?"

"It is an incarnation of the Heavenly Official walking on earth." Li Chengfeng said.

"How many incense sticks' worth of strength does that clone have?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"From what I can sense, it's not high, but... he has a pure divine aura."

Li Chengfeng said.

"Tomorrow, we'll operate on him." Zhou Xuan said...

(End of this chapter)