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

Time flies. In the past two days, Zheng Zhuang tried hard to recall the classic poems he had read in his previous life. Fortunately, he still had some knowledge of them, and his memory had greatly improved after becoming a cultivator, so he was able to recall most of them with difficulty.

In addition, he also took some time to study music theory.

As for why I'm studying this? The reason is simple: in my past life, whether it was TV or movies, powerful characters always had background music when they appeared.

Zheng Zhuang chose the flute. There was no other way; this world favored ancient styles. If he had brought out a guitar, it would have looked out of place, and no one would know what it was or how good it was.

He had considered the guzheng, but it was a bit too big, and most importantly, he didn't know how to play it.

The flute is different; it's easy to operate, portable, and can also serve as a decorative item—it's truly a win-win situation.

Therefore, he spent several hours in the city's musical instrument shops with Qin Qianqian, not for the sound quality or anything like that, nor for flutes, piccolo, transverse flutes, or vertical flutes. His only goal was that they had to look good!

Although Zheng Zhuang felt that he would look good with any flute, everyone has different tastes, so he needed an observer as a reference, which is why he brought the little girl along.

Finally, after careful selection, the two chose a jade flute that was entirely emerald green, had an antique design, and was very expensive.

The jade flute is a transverse flute because Zheng Zhuang always felt that there was no difference between playing a vertical flute and playing a xiao (vertical flute). Of course, this was not a comparison from the perspective of musical instruments, but a judgment from a physiological perspective.

After all, playing the flute has more than one meaning, just like driving...

This flute had been in the shop for quite some time. After finally selling it, the shopkeeper was overjoyed and even gave away a lot of sheet music for free.

Back home, Zheng Zhuang started tinkering. Although he had learned a little in his previous life, he was not proficient. If he couldn't even play the notes accurately, wouldn't people laugh their heads off? What would he have to pretend for?

However, after just one try, he realized he had been overthinking it.

Cultivators have far greater control over their bodies than ordinary people, let alone someone with Zheng Zhuang's level of cultivation.

He can control his breath with great precision; if he wants, he can even play an entire piece without taking a breath, which is incredibly impressive.

Zheng Zhuang seemed to have found a new toy, playing with it with great enthusiasm. While playing the flute, he even used the techniques of instrument refining to modify it, making it even easier to play.

At first, Zheng Zhuang was a little embarrassed and set up a soundproof array in the room. After he became proficient in operating it, he confidently removed the array. Such beautiful flute music should not be enjoyed by just himself.

Just as he was about to play a piece, Zheng Zhuang suddenly had a thought: What kind of thing is it to play a piece in a room?

It was already dark when lanterns lit up the streets outside, and people were coming and going; the night market had begun.

Zheng Zhuang stepped out of the room, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his body floated up, landing as if weightless on a branch at the top of the old peach tree.

Qin Qianqian heard the noise and quickly ran out of the room. She was about to speak when she saw Zheng Zhuang slowly bring the jade flute to his lips, so she quickly stopped.

Niu Daben, under the old peach tree, looked at Qin Qianqian, who had run out, with a puzzled expression. Qin Qianqian, however, put her finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet.

A gentle breeze swept by, causing the peach blossoms to sway slightly, but Zheng Zhuang, standing atop the tree, remained motionless. At this moment, dressed in flowing white robes and holding a jade flute, he exuded an indescribable air of elegance.

But Qin Qianqian waited for a while, and the elegant flute music she expected did not appear. Instead, she saw Zheng Zhuang bring the jade flute to his lips, then slowly move it away, and then slowly hang it on his waist.

"Not blowing anymore?" The little girl looked puzzled.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, she saw Zheng Zhuang take the jade flute from his waist and then slowly bring it to his lips.

After repeating this seven or eight times, she finally saw Zheng Zhuang bring the flute to his lips... This time he should play it!

Zheng Zhuang showed a satisfied expression. To play a perfect piece, the movements must be stylish, and no detail can be overlooked, including the process of bringing the flute to his lips.

Finally, just as Qin Qianqian was getting impatient, the sound of a flute began to play...

This is a piece of music that has never appeared in this world before, and Zheng Zhuang had never even heard it in his previous life, but for some reason he played it.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, he seemed to see the ordinary, unsuccessful, and hardworking migrant worker from his past life, all the joys and sorrows and all walks of life he had experienced rushing towards him.

It was as if he had returned to the ancient tomb, where he, with his frail body, had survived the traps and mechanisms that could have killed him if he hadn't been careful. Those hardships and trials of life and death seemed like they happened just yesterday.

The earth-shattering thunderous spear and the triumphant spirit of bestowing divine titles upon the emperor all flashed through my mind.

Qin Qianqian went from being shocked to being fascinated. She didn't understand music very well, but she seemed to be able to empathize with it.

She seemed to see the little girl who was bullied in the sect, whom everyone called a cursed child, with no family or friends, until she met him, the one who tucked a peach blossom into her hair...

Even Niu Daben was immersed in the sound of the flute, as if he had returned to a few years ago and turned back into that ignorant little cow who pulled carts and plowed the fields every day.

The pace of pedestrians on the street gradually slowed down, and the shouts and cries of vendors gradually ceased. People involuntarily looked towards Peach Blossom Lane, and through the firelight, they could only vaguely see a figure floating in mid-air.

There are many legends about the Peach Blossom Immortal in Peach Blossom Lane, but no one has ever seen the Peach Blossom Immortal.

But at this moment, people had no intention of seeing its true appearance; they simply listened quietly, immersed in their own world.

After a long while, the flute music stopped. Zheng Zhuang slowly put away the jade flute and stood there quietly, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

After a while, the people on the street gradually came to their senses. They glanced at each other and realized that the other person was already in tears.

"Mom, is that the Peach Blossom Immortal? What song is that? It's so beautiful!" A little girl tugged at her mother's sleeve, pointed at the figure on the old peach tree, and asked with a face full of curiosity.

Her mother gently wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, took her hand and smiled, "Only immortals could play such a melody. Since it was played by immortals, it must be an immortal melody!"

Not far from the little girl, two girls around seventeen or eighteen years old stared infatuatedly at the figure in the peach tree.

"Is that the Peach Blossom Immortal? It's a pity it's too dark to see what he looks like!" one of the girls said with some regret.

"What does it matter if we can't see clearly? We don't even need to guess to know he must be extremely handsome! I just wonder if he has someone he likes?" Another girl smiled shyly.

Do immortals also get married?

"I am willing!"

"..."

Qin Qianqian looked at Zheng Zhuang, who had finally floated down from the peach tree, and said happily:

"Young master, what tune is that? It's so beautiful!"

Zheng Zhuang smiled slightly, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly walked into the house. After a while, a voice came out:

"Its name is 'Nine Tribulations'!"