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

Quliang Academy, as the most prestigious academy in Cangzhou, not only boasts a tranquil environment but also occupies a considerable area. However, Liu Mengchen was somewhat troubled at this moment.

Dean Meng asked her to prepare for the poetry gathering, but the first challenge was choosing a venue.

If it's a normal poetry gathering or academic exchange, the chosen location will naturally be high-class and in a prominent place, so that students can show off... uh, display their talents.

However, the opposing delegation is too powerful, while the academy only has that unreliable lecher. If they lose in public, he may not be in any trouble because of his thick skin, but the academy's reputation will be severely damaged, and even the entire Cangyue Kingdom will lose face.

However, if the chosen location is too remote and shabby, the academy's momentum will be lost by three points before the competition even begins.

Sigh, why should a young woman like me have to bear all this? It's too hard!

Suddenly, Liu Mengchen's eyes lit up. There was a small lake in the academy, and wasn't the pavilion in the middle of the lake a perfect spot?

Because the pavilion in the middle of the lake is not large and can only accommodate a limited number of people, most people can only watch from the shore, and there will be no extra people to disturb the two during their duel.

Even if they lose, there will be room for speculation and manipulation by people who are unaware of the details.

Ok, deal!

After figuring out the key points, Liu Mengchen happily went to report to Meng Chang.

……

"Master, are we really going to that poetry gathering?" Chen Ahu asked Lin Zhu while tidying up his painting stall.

"Of course we have to go! The people of Xuri are spreading the word throughout the city, saying that the scholars of Cangyue Kingdom are nothing special. Who can stand it? Hurry up!" Lin Zhu urged.

“But that’s a poetry gathering, what are we going to do there? You can even write poetry?” Chen Ahu said dismissively.

"'Poetry Gathering' is just a name. It is said that Yang Minghan's studies are quite diverse. If we are to compare painting skills, I would like to let them see who is the number one painter in Cangzhou!" Lin Zhu snorted.

"Yes, yes, but haven't you always disliked these kinds of competitions? You say they're just for show, and besides, you're so old, it wouldn't be honorable for you to win!" Chen Ahu replied.

"Who said your master is going to take the stage? When it comes to painting, your master can beat him with a single finger. Your master is just showing you around. Once you make a name for yourself, won't there be a shortage of people asking us to paint for them in the future?"

"What? You mean I have to go?"

"Of course you should go. You are my most prized disciple. Shouldn't you show your skills at this time?"

After saying that, Lin Zhu led the reluctant Chen Ahu toward the academy.

Lin Zhu's trip was not really for the competition. After losing all his cultivation, he went into seclusion in Cangzhou. However, the Xuri Kingdom was unaware of the truth. If he went to the poetry gathering, the Xuri delegation would definitely report to Ye Ningshuang after returning.

With a major battle imminent, his reputation as a "psychic painter" should give his opponents some reason to be wary.

……

Zheng Zhuang dressed neatly early in the morning, still in a white robe, holding a folding fan, and with a jade flute hanging from his waist. In terms of appearance, he did indeed look like a scholar.

"So handsome!"

Zheng Zhuang looked at his reflection in the mirror, sighed sincerely, and then strode out of the room.

As the protagonist of this poetry gathering, he needs to scout out the venue beforehand. Although the competition process is important, his entrance must be special and stylish, and he must first overwhelm his opponent with his aura.

Qin Qianqian naturally wouldn't miss such a lively event, so she disguised herself as a man and followed behind Zheng Zhuang.

But as soon as Zheng Zhuang stepped out of Peach Blossom Lane, he was a little dumbfounded because he was wearing the same outfit as someone else!

At a glance, there are at least eight or ten people dressed like him, and passersby can't help but smile knowingly, with some even pointing and whispering among themselves.

The image of him playing the flute in the old peach tree was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.

Although no one could clearly see the Peach Blossom Immortal's face, his attire was remembered by many, and so the next day, many people began to imitate it.

In particular, Zheng Zhuang saw a burly man in front of him who was dressed in the same way, and the edges of his white robe were even embroidered with gold.

As for the jade flute at the waist, it was twice the size of the one in Zhengzhuang, and it was inlaid with several gemstones of different colors, making it extremely ornate.

The burly man also saw Zheng Zhuang, and proudly shook his jade flute, as if to say, "Brother, your clothes are no good!"

Zheng Zhuang looked around again and saw that many people wearing jade flutes had some innovations. One man even had several flutes hanging from his waist, each made of a different material.

Some put effort into their white robes, some embroidered them, some had words engraved on them, and one guy even blatantly wrote the four characters "Peach Blossom Immortal" on the back!

In comparison, his simple attire makes him look like a knock-off!

Qin Qianqian also noticed this scene, her face turning red as she tried to suppress her laughter.

"Wearing the same outfit isn't scary, it's embarrassing if you look worse! How vulgar!"

Zheng Zhuang comforted himself with these words and quickly headed towards the academy.

But to their surprise, the closer they got to the academy, the more people there were dressed like this.

Zheng Zhuang guessed that the owners of the musical instrument shop and the clothing shop must be overjoyed right now, and he would have to find an opportunity to talk to them about the fee for the brand ambassadorship.

When he entered the academy, he was dumbfounded again. All he could see was a vast expanse of white, with a hint of green in it. He secretly resolved never to wear a white robe again.

Many students passing by nodded and smiled at him when they saw his attire, but as they turned away, most couldn't help but mutter a curse under their breath.

"Another one!"

Qin Qianqian deliberately lagged behind by a distance. The little girl was laughing uncontrollably when she saw Zheng Zhuang looking so depressed for the first time.

Upon arriving at Mengchang's study, Chen Chui greeted him with a smile:

"I was just about to invite Mr. Zheng, but I didn't expect you to arrive first. Please come in!"

Zheng Zhuang bowed slightly and went into the study. He saw that Meng Chang was also dressed in a white robe with a jade flute hanging from his waist!

"Haha, I've heard that this outfit is very popular these days, and I was thinking of trying it out myself. I didn't expect that Mr. Zheng would be doing the same thing." Meng Chang couldn't help but laugh.

I'm the original creator! Okay?

Zheng Zhuang rolled his eyes and said with a hint of helplessness:

"Zheng never expected so many people would imitate him!"

"Haha, I almost forgot, Mr. Zheng is none other than the Peach Blossom Immortal. Your melody is famous throughout the city. It is said that all who hear it are moved to tears. It truly deserves the title of 'Immortal Melody.' It's a pity that I, Meng, was unable to hear it. I was unaware that the immortal was in person that day and offended you greatly. Please do not take it to heart, sir." Meng Chang said with a beaming smile.

Having experienced the embarrassment of wearing the same clothes as everyone else, Zheng Zhuang had no time for pleasantries and asked directly:

"How shall we conduct the competition today?"