The arc seemed to be guiding, but it seemed to be just jumping irregularly. Xia Tian stared at the small lightning intently, constantly adjusting the direction.

Finally, I came to a deserted yard: "Where is this?"

"This is my second uncle's residence. He claims to be an artist and likes to draw. However, my grandfather doesn't like my second uncle's profession, so my second uncle has a bad relationship with my grandfather." Zhang Yun said: "Have you discovered something?"

Xia Tian was not sure, but the little lightning really guided him here.

"Ye Bei, look, is there anything strange?"

Ye Bei shook his head, he didn't notice anything: "There is no special decoration here, and there is no strange thing."

"Is your second uncle at home?" If you are not at home, Xia Tian wants to sneak into the room to take a look.

"He must be at home. Even if his grandfather is in poor health, his second uncle will not put down his brush." ​​Zhang Yun said: "The second uncle loves painting to become a demon, but he doesn't like traditional landscape paintings. He only likes oil paintings. He also asks someone to bring back expensive oil paintings from abroad. Grandpa almost got angry several times and wanted to burn those paintings."

"It's nothing to like oil painting." Xia Tian thought it was Mr. Zhang's prejudice: "The technology of oil painting and traditional Jiuzhou paintings have their own advantages. Because glass mirrors were invented abroad early, oil paintings first mastered the perspective painting method, which was more realistic."

Zhang Yun couldn't help but nodded, but his tone was helpless: "It's a pity that my grandfather is older, and his thoughts are not as enlightened as he was when he was young. The older he is, the more feudal he becomes." "Even when he was young, he also chatted and laughed with foreigners, but when he is older, he hates the things of priests and foreigners more and more."

Xia Tian glanced at Er Bo's yard: "Let's go to another place to take a look."

However, there is no problem in other places, which makes the second uncle's suspicion even worse.

Back in the side hall, there were a few more people. Zhang Yun went up to greet him, and they were all kinds of relatives. Obviously, Mr. Zhang's body became deteriorated, and these relatives were like piranhas smelling fishy smell gathered together. After all, Mr. Zhang's huge wealth accumulated over 30 years is enough to make every relative excited. If the old man's health does not improve and he will just turn his hair away, they will have to get the inheritance as soon as possible.

"Zhang Yun, where is your third uncle?"

Mr. Zhang only has three sons. The second son is obsessed with art and has no marriage. There are rumors that he is a good man and always misses his young child in the brothel. Although his eldest son has many wives and concubines, he only gave birth to one son and two daughters. The huge family business does not have enough men to inherit.

Zhang Yun's eldest sister has already married far away and will definitely not be able to come back. Zhang Wei is strong outside and the middle-aged man is not careful, so it is hard to say who will eventually fall into the hands of the old man.

Zhang Yun had no good expression on these relatives. She knew that they were looking forward to their grandfather's death. Grandpa was just a little haggard in his dreams and could not die.

"The third uncle is out."

After hearing Zhang Yun say that, the uncle, the leader of the relatives, had already spoken: "What do you mean by the third brother? My father is sick and doesn't know how to go home. It's okay if he does whatever he wants on weekdays, but now it's still the case. When he comes back, I must teach him a lesson." After Zhang Dahe fell ill, he took the initiative.

"Where is your second uncle still drawing?" Seeing Zhang Yun nodding, the eldest uncle became angry: "Come here, go and call the second brother over, it will be a rebellion."

The servant ran over immediately, and a long time later he dragged a thin middle-aged man over. His hair was messy, his suit was covered with traces of paint, and his hands were dirty.

Seeing the second uncle's haggard appearance, the eldest uncle immediately said like a cannon: "Look at your current situation, you don't care about the family's property, and if your father is sick, you know how to draw, and you don't see you paint any good. On weekdays, you see that you are the second young master of the Zhang family flattering you a few words, do you really think you are great? Do you know what others say behind it? They say that you are a dead painter and destined to be poor all your life."

The second uncle lowered his head, but was so old that he couldn't raise his head. He didn't refute and said nothing.

Xia Tian winked at Ye Bei, and the two quietly withdrew, taking advantage of the opportunity of the second uncle leaving to visit the courtyard at night. He still suspected that there was something in his second uncle's room, so the two ran over as fast as possible.

The door was not locked, and the two of them pushed the door open and saw that the dimly lit room was filled with oil paintings, and the smell of ink was floating in the room.

The two of them looked around and the oil paintings here were of different styles and the characters also had scenery.

When the two of them came in, the eyes of the portraits seemed to look at the two uninvited guests, with cold eyes.

Xia Tian couldn't help but shrink her neck. Looking closely, she felt that these portraits seemed to be nothing special.

Ye Bei said that this time the folklorists were useless, but he did find something strange, not paintings or painting tools, but a book.

A book called "Oil Painting Techniques" is also in a foreign language version, and it is probably the original book brought back by Erberto from abroad.

There was a faint smell in this book, which was not obvious, but it did exist. Ye Bei picked it up and read it. Of course, it seemed like he was reading it. In fact, he had a thin internal force on his fingers, and it was not really in contact with the pages.

The book introduces the techniques of oil painting and the understanding of aesthetics. What is beauty? It is the concept in the mind of the Holy Lord when he created the world. Beauty only exists when the Holy Lord designed the world. When the Holy Lord implemented the creation of the world, no matter how close the real thing and the concept are, it is no longer the beauty itself.

So what artists need to do is to restore the concept of beauty as much as possible, remove all distractions, and get closer to the original appearance of beauty.

This is a metaphysical understanding of aesthetics, which believes that beauty only exists when everything has not yet emerged, and only exists in the mind of the Holy Lord. No matter how hard the artist tries, it is impossible for him to restore beauty, but he is just close to beauty.

Of course, some people say how this kind of beauty can exist? It can only exist in the imagination, right?

But this is like an absolute circle. A circle drawn with a compass is definitely not perfect. However, no mathematician or scientist will deny the existence of an absolute circle. It is just that it is difficult to restore it by means of the material world. This aesthetic concept is the same. Absolute beauty exists like an absolute circle, but it cannot be restored.

Ye Bei couldn't help but nod. This metaphysical conceptual aesthetics still make some sense. Just as he thought so, suddenly the portraits in the room came alive.

The lady walked out of the portrait, and her jade hand carried Ye Bei's shoulder, and a fragrance came from her. At the same time, the scenery in the room also changed. A clear wind with the smell of fragrant grass came over. There were mountains and lakes in front of her. She was already standing under the blue sky and white clouds, with beautiful women around her, and beautiful scenery in her eyes.

Ye Bei was stunned. What's going on?

In reality, Ye Bei was still standing in the house, but the lightning of the electromagnetic field generator in Xia Tian pointed straight at Ye Bei.
Chapter completed!