Chapter 154: Halogen Poetry Soul

There are all kinds of signs that under the holes in the Fu family's deserted house, there must be some hidden secrets that few people know.

In this regard, Wang Baoshan, who had just come out of the state of losing his soul, was deeply afraid.

Although the temporary safety is uncertain, he can't believe that Chen Wenlong, who is deep in the pit, will not have any other backhand.

After all, until now, he has been under the control of the other party, and he is in a situation of illusion and ecstasy.

If it weren't for the little black dragon's rescue, he might still be addicted to illusions, unable to extricate himself, so that he fell deeper and deeper, and finally truly lost his self-consciousness, and thus lost his soul forever.

Now, looking back, he is still terrified.

Just now, Chen Wenlong's words seem to be an invitation, but what is the true meaning in it?

Wang Baoshan couldn't think of it, and he couldn't guess it, he was a little hesitant about this, and he didn't know whether he should go down and meet Chen Wenlong.

After thinking about it, he decided to go down to see what was going on, otherwise the doubts in his heart would make it difficult for him to calm down.

And in that illusion, everything he experienced in the state of lost soul, although it was someone else's memory, the sadness in it had deeply infected his emotions.

This made Wang Baoshan's state of mind change a lot.

He still can't understand what kind of changes it is, but the immersive feeling and life experience really make him unforgettable.

In order to dispel this confusion, he had to find the answer.

After thinking about it, Wang Baoshan cleaned up the things around him, and planned to make corresponding preparations before entering the pit.

So, he took the night pearl used for lighting, carried a woodcutter, and with the help of the little black dragon, began to go into the pit and fall.

As soon as I entered the pit, the unpleasant rancid smell became even more intense.

Although Wang Baoshan had already covered his mouth and nose with a wet water-soaked cloth before, the rancid smell at this time still made him unable to suppress it.

Moreover, the feeling of nausea that comes from the sense of smell seems to be mixed with some kind of inexplicable restlessness.

It was this kind of restlessness that made the blood in Wang Baoshan's body speed up the flow of it, and the qi and blood that were originally calm in the blood also surged.

"Bad ......"

But when he found out, everything was already a step too late.

At this moment, a kind of frenzied will suddenly burst out from the depths of his heart, and in just a thought, his whole person also fused.

This kind of change, suddenly, made the defenseless Wang Baoshan, from the inside out, begin a strange metamorphosis.

In less than three breaths, his temperament has changed again and again.

In an instant, it gave others a terrifying illusion, as if he had suddenly become a blood-devouring murderer at this moment.

If there is an outsider here, he will definitely find that in his eyes, there is a sudden flash of blood, which is strange and unpredictable.

It was a blood-like red, and against the backdrop of darkness, it was even more terrifying.

Looking at the night pearl in Wang Baoshan's hand, I don't know when it started, it has turned into a bright blood-colored fireball.

The crimson blood light projected from it dyed everything around it with a thick layer of blood.

As far as the eye can see, the place where Wang Baoshan is located seems to be a wide underground cave.

Through the blood-colored light of the night pearl, you can see that the space inside it is very large, about a hundred feet deep, plus the intricate topography, all show the grandeur and terrifying atmosphere of this place.

In the face of sudden changes, the little black dragon, who had been on the sidelines, seemed to be aware of the seriousness of the situation.

It hurriedly asked Wang Baoshan and said, "Childe, what's wrong with you?"

But at this moment, Wang Baoshan was as if he hadn't heard it, as if he hadn't heard it at all, and he still stood quietly in place, unmoved.

And in the blood veins in his body, there are streams of cool spiritual power, competing with the restless bloody qi for the dominance of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Could it be that the spiritual power of the wind in Wang Baoshan's body, at that moment of crisis, suddenly awakened the consciousness of the protector, and was trying to stifle those surging bloodline qi?

If the reason for this is to be investigated, this has to start with the old man of Yin Feng.

Maybe it's because of her old man's practice, which has the strangeness of transcending the body and incarnating into a spirit body.

As a result, this kind of exercise, in its fundamental source, has the scope of spiritual cultivation.

Therefore, after Wang Baoshan obtained the exercises of the old man Yin Feng, according to the practice method, the spiritual power of the wind that he comprehended through his cultivation was also more or less affected, and the wind spiritual power in his body appeared, and he produced his own sense of protector.

Whether these speculations are true or not, others have no way of knowing, and perhaps in the future, there will be an answer to the doubt.

At present, Wang Baoshan, who is only in a manic situation, is fighting hard in a situation that is unimaginable to outsiders.

Judging from his current cultivation, the odds of winning are not great, and the odds are very small.

For the unknown mutation, he was not fully prepared, or he had no ability to resist at all, and he did not take it seriously.

After all, his cultivation is still shallow, his cultivation time is not long, and the wind spiritual power in his body is even more pitiful.

This may not be due to low cultivation and poor ability, and after encountering an emergency, there will be a sense of powerlessness that is at a loss!

But Wang Baoshan, who was here and now, did not feel this feeling, because he was in a kind of selfless artistic conception, and his ideology was floating in a blood-colored chaos, and he couldn't stop.

In this chaos, the sea of blood is long, the red waves are rushing, and it seems that the entire space here is all made of blood, which is extraordinarily bloody and terrifying.

"Where is this?"

When Wang Baoshan's consciousness woke up in its own form, he found himself standing in the air, standing in the middle of a sea of blood.

"Huh...... Not bad...... Your kid's comprehension of cultivation actually has a hint of spiritual cultivation, which really surprised the old man!"

At this moment, in the vast sea of blood, a figure with long hair suddenly appeared.

Look at the figure, shaped like catkins, like boneless, its long black hair, thick and numerous, so much that it makes the person who sees it outrageous.

Thus they covered the entire body of the figure.

At a closer look, it seems that its body hidden in the long black hair is like this, without any bones, and it looks extraordinarily evil.

And on this ocean of blood, there was a raging storm and a surge of blood.

But these don't seem to have any effect on the long-haired figure.

I saw that it was flickering, and when he came to Wang Baoshan's eyes, he fixed his body in the void about ten steps away.

"Former ...... Senior ......"

Seeing this scene, Wang Baoshan was shocked, and for a while, he couldn't figure out the details of the other party, and he didn't know who the other party was.

But then, the words of the long-haired figure made him even more frightened.

I just heard him say: "You kid is good! You actually killed the Inspector, that is an indelible existence......!"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Baoshan was a little confused, and he didn't know what the words meant, and what they pointed out.

Although he didn't know why, he still bowed to the long-haired figure, and asked, "Senior, can it be Chen Wenlong's senior?"

"The old man is none other than Chen Wenlong, the soul of the Gilt Poetry, and it is also the Chen Wenlong deity that you possessed in the illusion...... However, the title of this gilded poetic soul is not fabricated out of thin air...... Boy, would you like to hear a word or two?"

"This ......"

Who knew that the long-haired figure who claimed to be Chen Wenlong's deity suddenly changed his head and asked Wang Baoshan if he wanted to listen to him talk about the ancients.

This made Wang Baoshan, who was already depressed, even more speechless!

But Chen Wenlong's next words changed Wang Baoshan's opinion of him and became admirable.

It turned out that after the tragic experience of his wife's death, Chen Wenlong had been closed and tasted the pain of life alone.

In the midst of his suffering, he was depressed, depressed and decadent, and lived every day in the dark.

Because the days of sorrow are too long, the negative emotions that have precipitated in them will accumulate more and more, and become more and more profound, so that in the end, it becomes a kind of torment.

Seeing that his physical condition was about to decline day by day due to excessive sadness, Chen Wenlong finally woke up.

At that time, there was no news of his wife, and he couldn't just pass away, otherwise the regret in his heart would never be explained.

In addition, he has been idle at home for a long time, and the situation at home is also sunset, and he is almost in a situation where there is no rice to cook.

The money and wealth left to him by his wife before had already been spent by him, and now his living expenses depend on the old servants and maids in his house, who are working inside and out, and he will starve to death long ago.

For this reason, Chen Wenlong, who has come to his senses, can no longer live selfishly, he must do something to save his poor life.

If nothing else, just so that he and his servants in the house can have something to eat.

But what can he do?

What else can he do but be powerless and a deposed civil official?

In this regard, he knows very well, after a few years of decadent life, he has reached the age of establishment, in addition to usually writing a few small poems to express his feelings, he suddenly found that he is useless.

But in order to have enough to eat, he also let go, and asked the old servant of the house to take the poems he had written, and go to Pingshui City to see if there was anyone willing to pay the money to buy it back and treasure it.

Because when Chen Wenlong was an official, he knew that there were not a few literati and writers in Pingshui City, and among those people, there were many elegant people who collected poems and essays.

never thought that he had the attitude of giving it a try, but he never expected that his song "Deep Love" was actually bought back by a gentleman in the city at a high price of fifty taels.

This is not a problem, that gentleman actually has a great background, and he is actually a well-known and elegant person in Pingshui City.

It is said that he was once a friend of the city lord, and often came out of the city lord's mansion, and the city lord at that time, often met friends with the city lord at that time, and talked freely about poetry and literature.

Being able to spend fifty taels of silver is indeed a big deal, and this time it solves Chen Wenlong's embarrassment in life.

Not only that, but that gentleman also praised Chen Wenlong's literary brilliance.

The wind review he gave to "Deep Love" has reached a very high level of recognition.

He said: "The emotional conception contained in this poem can be described as full and rich. It can make onlookers, under the infection of sadness, feel a: the artistic conception of pursuing beautiful things. At this point, it is not easy for the person who wrote it, and it should have the reputation of the soul of the poem......"

Because of this, Chen Wenlong's poem soon spread throughout the city in Pingshui City.

All of a sudden, there were countless rumors, and many people, in order to appreciate the literary brilliance of the song "Deep Love", also went to the gentleman's house and spent a lot of money, just to see it.

In contrast, the original poet Chen Wenlong, who wrote it, received very little benefit.

Fortunately, the gentleman's character is not bad, and he did not sell his reputation, saying that he wrote poems. Instead, based on the Liuguang monk who signed "Deep Love", he introduced Chen Wenlong to the big guy.

So far, among the literati and writers in the city, there is an additional nickname of "gilded poetic soul".

It seems that they want to use this to express their admiration for Chen Wenlong.