"Beauty bone?"

Mr. Shen and Chen Jianfei repeated in unison.

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

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

Beauty knows, and bones also knows. Is this beauty bone a beauty's bone a beauty's bone?

Thinking of the mummy brown that Tang Feng mentioned just now, the two of them stared wider.

For them, this kind of thing is completely unheard of. Just think about it and think that there is no possibility.

When Tang Feng saw the two of them, he poured a cup of tea calmly.

While holding it up and drinking it slowly, he said slowly: "Beauty bones, as the name suggests, are made of the pigments made of the bones of beautiful women, and the usage is exactly the same as mummy brown."

Listening to Tang Feng's explanation in a gentle tone, the two listeners in front of him were quite uneasy.

"Mr. Tang, are you kidding?

I have never heard of this method of making pigments.”

Chen Jianfei said with a nervous expression and uncertainty.

It is made of bones into powder, made into pigments, and it is also the bones of a beautiful woman. Chen Jianfei doesn’t believe it at all. What if it is a bone of a man?

What if it is the bones of an ugly woman?

They are all bones, is there any difference?

Mr. Shen's eyes were also full of doubt, hesitating to Tang Feng, considering the sentences, and speaking: "What Mr. Tang said is really incredible. The pigments in this Chinese painting are not as full and bright as Western oil paintings. They do not pursue the fullness and brightness of the color, but are calm and heavy. As far as I know, most of the pigments used are extracted from some ores."

It can be seen that Mr. Shen has more knowledge of these than Chen Jianfei.

This is not surprising. Chen Jianfei is a martial artist. He usually has all his thoughts on practicing and has no time or mind to care about such elegant things.

Tang Feng nodded with a faint smile on his face.

Seeing that Tang Feng had agreed, Mr. Shen continued, "Mr. Tang, I don't doubt what you said that this person's bones can be used as pigments, but the components in the bones are far from ores. I personally think that the pigments made are not suitable for Chinese paintings."

When Chen Jianfei listened to Mr. Shen's words, he immediately felt that it made sense. He involuntarily nodded and looked at Tang Feng again.

Tang Feng looked at Mr. Shen with a smile and said lightly: "Whether it is my Chinese painting or Western oil painting, in the final analysis, they are made of colors. Whether the colors are attached to rice paper or canvas, they are the same. As for the bright or calm color, aren't they all based on the painter's control?

Why would Mr. Shen believe that mummies can be used as paint for oil paintings? Is it impossible for Chinese paintings?"

Mr. Shen stopped talking.

What he said just now was nothing he thought, and had no basis. After Tang Feng refuted it, he had nothing to say.

Chen Jianfei still looked at the wooden box subconsciously. Seeing that Mr. Shen didn't say anything, he tentatively said to Tang Feng: "Mr. Tang, I have something unknown, I hope you can solve the problem."

Tang Feng nodded.

Chen Jianfei looked curious and said, "This mummy is made of brown. What color will human bones be?"

Tang Feng smiled and said, "Black."

"black?"

Chen Jianfei opened his mouth slightly, and the suspicious look on his face became a little deeper, "Use human bones to make black?

There is no need for this?

China has a long history and this Chinese painting has a long history. By the time Tang Yin lived, the ink used was quite mature. Why is it necessary to draw black with human bones?"

If Tang Feng was talking about other colors, Chen Jianfei might be half-believing, but if it was black, he would feel very unbelievable.

Black is ink color. This color is not rare. Why is it necessary to adopt such a terrible method?

Before Tang Feng answered, Chen Jianfei continued: "My China is a country of etiquette. From ancient times to the present, this etiquette and law are the most important. It is said that death is the greatest. If it were not for some special matter, how could he destroy other people's bodies at will?

If the ink required for this Chinese painting requires human bones to be ground into powder, it can be regarded as terrifying and will definitely be recorded in history. Just like this mummy brown, there are traces to follow, but why have I never heard of beauty bones before?"

Listening to Chen Jianfei's talk and asking questions continuously, Tang Feng had a faint smile on his face. At first, he still smiled loudly, but when he heard the last sentence, Tang Feng almost didn't want to answer such questions, but he still glanced at Chen Jianfei with a smile.

Although he didn't know the identity of Mr. Shen, he was Chen Jianfei's boss and he would not be wrong after all. Tang Feng gave Chen Jianfei a face in front of Mr. Shen, so he didn't say directly that there were many things you had never heard of.

As soon as Chen Jianfei said the last sentence, he realized this. Facing Tang Feng's smile, he immediately closed his mouth, with a hint of 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 this, is this kind of beauty bone also a more common color?

And it is often used in Chinese painting?”

Listening to what he said was that he had already believed what Tang Feng said.

Tang Feng smiled faintly, not looking proud because of Mr. Shen’s belief, but still said calmly: “If it is extremely common, there is no reason you don’t know.”

"This--" Mr. Shen didn't know what to say for a moment, but the confused expression on his face became even heavier.

Chen Jianfei endured it, but still couldn't help it, and said, "Mr. Tang, what's going on?"

"Although the beauty bone is black, it is not a method used to make ink, but a secret technique."

Tang Feng's voice was not high and very slow.

His expression formed a sharp contrast with the lively scene of fundraising on site.

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

But Mr. Shen turned a deaf ear to the sounds, just looked at Tang Feng calmly 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 said that the soul is sealed in this painting, do you believe it?"
Chapter completed!