This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

"You flatter me, Dean!" Zheng Zhuang cupped his hands in greeting.

Because he was now dressed as a scholar, he quickly got into character, and his speech and mannerisms became more refined.

Meng Chang made a "please" gesture, and then instructed Liu Mengchen:

"Chen'er, serve tea, the kind I've been saving."

Liu Mengchen went down as instructed, but she was extremely unhappy. The tea that her teacher treasured was something even she herself could not drink on ordinary days, and now it was being given to this guy.

"Where are you from, Young Master Zheng? Where do you live?" Meng Chang asked, after inviting Zheng Zhuang to sit down and picking up the visiting card.

Zheng Zhuang thought for a moment. Who knew where that ancient tomb belonged? If it were based on his place of origin, he couldn't very well say he was from Earth, so he made an excuse:

“This person from the remote countryside is not worth mentioning. He currently lives in Peach Blossom Lane.”

Meng Chang seemed to suddenly understand and nodded:

"So you live in Peach Blossom Lane, no wonder you were able to write this 'Peach Blossom Poem'. I've also heard of the 'Peach Blossom Immortal' and I'm thinking of going to admire the peach blossoms in a while!"

The Peach Blossom Immortal? What the heck? Are you talking about me?

Who gave me this effeminate name?

Zheng Zhuang was slightly taken aback, then said dismissively:

"It seems novel at first glance, but it gets boring after a while."

Mengchang laughed heartily and joked:

"Young Master Zheng is truly unaware of his good fortune. These days, houses in Peach Blossom Lane are in high demand. Everyone wants to be close to the 'immortal' and perhaps even absorb some of his divine aura."

"For example, without those peach blossoms in full bloom, how could you, young master, have written such verses?"

This made Zheng Zhuang's eyes light up slightly. So, the housing prices in that area have risen?

However, he suddenly remembered that he still owned a restaurant and didn't need much money anymore.

Ah, no wonder everyone in my past life said that rich people are always so simple and unpretentious!

There were many residents in Peach Blossom Lane, and after the strange phenomenon of the peach tree, many more people moved here. Meng Chang thought that Zheng Zhuang was one of them.

Zheng Zhuang humbly replied, "Dean, you flatter me! This is merely a casual piece of work by me, and I do not deserve such praise!"

He said it without batting an eye, and yes, it really was just something he copied off the top of his head.

He then added, "However, I was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the 'Peach Blossom Immortal' that the dean mentioned, from afar."

"Oh?" Meng Chang couldn't help but be curious. "The people talk about this 'Peach Blossom Immortal' as if he were a god, but no one has ever seen him. I never expected Young Master Zheng to be so lucky!"

Zheng Zhuang coughed lightly and began to enthusiastically praise himself:

"Speaking of this 'Peach Blossom Immortal,' he truly deserves the title of immortal. His appearance alone surpasses that of all men in the world!"

He was dressed in white, his long hair flowing, as if he had stepped out of a painting. He possessed an indescribable aura; simply standing there, he could make others feel inferior.

Meng Chang nodded slightly, as if agreeing with this statement, saying that this was how an immortal should look.

He suddenly remembered that the Imperial Advisor was also considered a deity, but his appearance was far inferior; he looked like a lecherous old man.

He lamented, "Such a person, it's a pity I will never have the chance to meet him!"

"Haha!" Zheng Zhuang was secretly pleased. Could this be considered a different kind of showing off? He comforted him, "As the Dean is a literary giant in Cangzhou, I'm sure the immortal would be willing to meet with the Dean."

"Then I'll take your kind words, Young Master Zheng! Judging from your poem, it seems there's more to it than meets the eye. Would you be so kind as to let me see it?"

"To be honest, Dean, this poem does indeed have a sequel, but there are some parts that I, Zheng, still need to consider. I will send someone over after it is completed."

Meng Chang showed an "I see" expression, then asked with some doubt:

"Judging from his poems, I guess that Young Master Zheng has no interest in an official career. May I ask what brings you here to see me?"

Zheng Zhuang was overjoyed; they had finally gotten to the point. Stop rambling on about these trivial matters. By deliberately mentioning that the poem wasn't finished, he was actually hinting to Meng Chang that he had come with a request.

Zheng Zhuang didn't mince words and admitted it:

"The dean is indeed insightful. Actually, I came to the academy to find someone."

Mengchang asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Zheng Zhuang took out the painting he had prepared beforehand from his pocket; it was a piece he had cut from the Qitian Lantern.

"Does the Dean know anyone in this academy who possesses such painting skills?"

Meng Chang took the drawing paper, opened it, and was immediately surprised:

"This……"

Seeing his expression, Zheng Zhuang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. There was hope!

After finally calming himself down, Meng Chang did not answer, but instead asked:

"Where did Young Master Zheng get this painting?"

Zheng Zhuang honestly replied, "I found it; I just thought it was drawn really well!"

"Found it?" Meng Chang was somewhat skeptical, then asked, "Is Young Master Zheng looking for this painter?"

Zheng Zhuang nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, does the dean know who painted this? Please tell me!"

Meng Chang inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Young Master Zheng may be disappointed. There is only one person in the entire Cangzhou with such painting skills, and that is Lin Zhu, the former imperial painter of our dynasty. It's just a pity that he has disappeared for a long time."

"It is said that this person was also an extraordinary individual; rumors say his paintings possess spiritual power. If he were still alive, the Kingdom of Rising Sun would not be so arrogant."

"Disappeared?" Zheng Zhuang was immediately frustrated. He had finally found some clues, but had they all been lost?

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he spoke:

"Since the dean has confirmed that he painted this picture, is it possible that he is in this Quliang City?"

Meng Chang was also a quick-witted person, and he immediately thought of this point. If they could find Lin Zhu, it would be a great achievement.

He suddenly slapped his thigh:

“Young Master Zheng’s words have truly awakened me from my dream. It is said that Lin Zhu is from Quliang City, so it is not impossible that he returned after his disappearance.”

“That makes sense. Does the Dean know what this person looks like?” Zheng Zhuang asked.

"Well... I will immediately send a message to His Majesty by carrier pigeon. His Majesty will surely be overjoyed upon hearing it!" Meng Chang hesitated for a moment before saying.

Seeing that the matter had stalled for the time being, Zheng Zhuang decided not to stay any longer and was about to take his leave when he casually asked:

"Does the dean know who the woman in this painting is?"

Meng Chang's expression changed abruptly, and he said warily:

"Why is Young Master Zheng asking about this?"

Meng Chang's behavior surprised Zheng Zhuang. He realized that he had gone astray. He had been thinking of finding the painter first and then the person in the painting. It seemed that it might be easier to find the person in the painting directly.

It seems I'm about to tell a heartbreaking love story!

"I'm sure the dean has also seen that worldly money and fame are like fleeting clouds to me. All I want in this life is to 'find one person who will stay with me until we grow old'!"

--But 'gold is easy to obtain, but true love is hard to find.' With Zheng's looks, there are very few women who wouldn't be attracted to him!

--After seeing this painting, Zheng realized that there was someone in this world who was so compatible with him, making him so obsessed that he couldn't eat or sleep.

"Therefore, I, Zheng, am determined to find her, and I hope the dean will grant my request!"

Zheng Zhuang thought his story would move even the hardest heart, but to his surprise, Meng Chang looked at him as if he were a fool.

Meng Chang was fine with the first half, but the second half made him want to smash the teacup on the table.

Meng Chang suppressed his impulse and uttered a few words through his lips:

Why don't you take advantage of the wind and rise up?

"Huh?" Zheng Zhuang looked completely bewildered.

"Chen'er, see the guest out!"

"okay!"