Just as the old beggar said, this rope is neither gold, water, wood, fire, nor earth, and does not belong to any of the five elements.
The vast majority of all things in the world belong to the Five Elements. Every blade of grass, every tree, every bird, every beast, even the wind, clouds and thunder belong to the Five Elements. If it does not belong to the Five Elements, it is like saying that this thing is not a substance.
But with the old beggar and Ji Yuan's eyesight, they would not be wrong.
Since the calligraphy and paintings are tied up with this rope, do they have any special features
Thinking of this, Ji Yuan picked up the scroll on the side and slowly unfolded it.
However, the content inside disappointed Ji Yuan and the old beggar. It was a picture of rivers and mountains with the words "Da Xiu Shan He" written on it. There was also the name of the painter, which was the old emperor's name, Chu Ze. It was obviously unlikely that there was anything magical about it, otherwise the old emperor would be a master that even Ji Yuan and the old beggar could not see through.
Ji Yuan turned his attention back to the golden string in his hand and looked at the old emperor beside him and asked.
"Your Majesty, where did you get this golden rope?"
Before today, the old emperor would have thought that this was just an ordinary rope woven with gold threads. He would not have remembered anything about the rope, so he had to look at the old eunuch beside him.
"Gong Shun, do you know?"
The old eunuch actually couldn't remember clearly. It was a golden rope. There were many such things in the palace. How could he remember it specifically? But since the old emperor asked, he could only bite the bullet and answer. After thinking for a while, he stepped forward and said.
"Your Majesty, there are many gold wire ropes in the palace. The eunuchs who purchase goods will take some from the manufacturing office every once in a while. This gold wire rope may have been made by the skilled craftsmen in the manufacturing office."
"Manufacturing Department?"
The old beggar narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Haha, this rope is definitely not made by an ordinary person, and it is not made of gold..."
At this point, the old beggar suddenly thought of something and turned to the jade passageway at the side.
"Master Men, please take that scroll and use it again."
"yes!"
Men Yutong took out a scroll from the things in his sleeve and handed it to the old beggar with both hands. He seemed to understand the old beggar's thoughts. Ji Yuan also handed over the golden rope in his hand.
The old beggar grabbed the golden rope, gently wrapped it around the scroll for a few weeks, and then tied it. After the golden rope was tied, the original subtle extraordinaryness of the Xiezhi scroll did not disappear, nor did it change due to the tying of the golden rope, but it just gave Ji Yuan and the old beggar a feeling that it should be this way.
"I see. This thread was originally used to tie up the Xiezhi scroll."
Originally, nothing was found in the Tianzihao treasury, so people like Ji Yuan and the old beggar would usually leave. However, the main reason why they did not leave was that Ji Yuan still had an indescribable faint feeling.
As soon as he found the golden thread, Ji Yuan's feeling disappeared, and he suddenly realized that there was nothing worth looking for.
In fact, the Xiezhi scroll itself only exudes a slight extraordinary aura, which is merely equivalent to a talisman and can be easily sealed. It has little effect with or without the golden rope. But the current situation at least makes Ji Yuan understand that the two are from the same source.
As for the gold thread, it doesn't look like a magic weapon at all. It's just made of a special material. It seems more like the painter just used it to tie the painting.
Ji Yuan pulled out the golden rope again, returned the Xiezhi scroll to Men Yutong, and then said to the old emperor.
"Your Majesty, may we take this golden rope?"
Even though he knew that the golden rope must be extraordinary, the old emperor knew even more clearly that it was useless to him, and giving it to Ji Yuan and the old beggar would be an important favor, so of course he had no objection and quickly responded.
"I have already said it before. You two immortals, just take whatever you like. This thing is no different. It is just a golden rope."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Ji Yuan bowed to the old emperor. Although it was just a shallow bow, it was the first time he saluted the old emperor, which made the latter, who had been on the throne for a long time, feel a little excited.
"You are too polite, Immortal Master. By the way, I have already asked the imperial kitchen to prepare a dinner. Why don't you two stay and have dinner together? Imperial Master, is that right?"
Men Yutong also hurriedly said.
"Yes, yes, why don't you two celestials have your meal in the palace?"
"hehe… "
Ji Yuan smiled.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not leaving yet. But you can skip the meal in the palace. I promised to cook a meal for the Qiao family's children in return for the two old hens."
The old beggar reached his hand into his collar and scratched his back without any image, and also refused.
"Hey, Mr. Ji is going to cook. How can an old beggar like me not go and try some? Mr. Ji, what are you waiting for? Let's go. It will be dark if we don't leave now."
A lot of things happened today. It is already afternoon and it is still early for dark, but the old beggar is indeed very curious about Ji Yuan's craftsmanship.
Without the consent of the old emperor, the imperial teacher and others, he left first. The old emperor opened his mouth but ultimately did not ask whether he could go with them.
Ji Yuan and the old beggar had left. Qiao Yong, who was beside the emperor, hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke.
"Uh, Your Majesty, should I go back now?"
The old emperor was stunned when he heard this and looked at Qiao Yong.
"Qiao Aiqing, are you still here? Hurry back and remember to entertain the two immortals for me. By the way, if you need any ingredients, the imperial kitchen will deliver them directly! Don't just stand there, the other guests are waiting for the host, go quickly!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I obey your order and will go right away!"
Qiao Yong apologized and left quickly. The old emperor and others also left the imperial study at the same time, but only Qiao Yong left quickly, but did not see Ji Yuan and the old beggar.
"Master, how do you think I should respond?"
Standing outside the imperial study, the old emperor frowned slightly as he watched Qiao Yong's departing back and asked Men Yutong beside him.
"Your Majesty has a sense of propriety and has handled matters appropriately. No one could have done a better job than Your Majesty."
After thinking for a while, Men Yutong said again.
"Your Majesty, I will take my leave now."
"Isn't the Imperial Master staying for dinner?"
Men Yutong sighed and raised the scroll of Xiezhi in his hand.
"Your Majesty, I don't know what secrets this painting involves. My Taoism is not enough to bear this secret. I can't keep it, let alone dare to keep it. I'd better give it to the two immortals."
Before, when Ji Yuan and the old beggar were casting a spell at the Heavenly Master's place, Men Yutong was actually a little worried that the two masters would directly take the scroll away. However, the Xian Zheng Sect would indeed not do such a thing, so he returned it to him later and only reminded him to remember to keep it well.
But now Men Yutong thought about it over and over again and felt that something was wrong. He felt that he dared not keep the painting any longer, so he thought of handing it over to the two masters. Perhaps the two masters had already expected this but did not reveal it before.
"Oh, Your Majesty, the two immortals mentioned something earlier. It's on Pozi Mountain in Bianrong Prefecture..."
…
While Ji Yuan was cooking at the Qiao family, the immortal master from the Heavenly Master's Office in the capital and the eunuch who was delivering the imperial edict had already set out, and happened to meet the person sent by Bian Rong Mansion to report.
Before the meal was ready, the national teacher Men Yutong came to the Qiao Mansion and left the Xiezhi scroll very solemnly. Ji Yuan was in the kitchen and did not come out, so the old beggar went to the front yard to receive it.
Ji Yuan went to the kitchen, and in addition to cooking the dishes from Jizhou, he also tried to recreate the fish that he had cooked on the flying boat of Xuanxin Mansion before. Although there was no Guishui golden scale fish from the second day, with jujube honey and Ji Yuan's cooking skills, even an ordinary grass carp was cooked to perfection, and he even removed the small bones to make it easier for the children to eat. Needless to say, the taste was naturally great.
During this period, Ji Yuan generously took out one of the thousand-dou pots and poured wine for everyone. Although it was the white thousand-dou pot, the wine in it was equally beneficial to people, and the spiritual energy contained in it was easier for people to absorb.
When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, it was still the same small courtyard of the guest house. Ji Yuan was holding the gold thread in his hand, and the old beggar was holding the scroll of Xiezhi. The two of them sat opposite each other at the stone table in the courtyard.
"Mr. Ji, it's better for you to keep this Xiezhi scroll. I just hope you can tell me the deep meaning of this painting."
The old beggar pushed the scroll in front of Ji Yuan, who unfolded it on the table. Without the spiritual energy and magic power, it looked like an ordinary painting, except that the things in the painting were more ferocious and strange.
"Mr. Lu, it's not that I don't want to talk about it. I don't know what the deep meaning of this painting is. As for the Xiezhi, Jinwu and Bifang, I feel like there are a lot to say, but I don't feel like I can explain it clearly."
This was the truth from Ji Yuan. After all, he had not specialized in this in his previous life. He had some impressions and could talk about some of it, but it was impossible for him to be very detailed. However, when the old beggar heard these words, he could inevitably understand different meanings.
"Well, it seems that it is appropriate to talk more. The old beggar will go to rest first, and the gentleman should go to bed early as well."
The old beggar did not force it. He stood up, patted his butt, and turned around and walked into the guest room opposite.
Although I didn't know much today, I vaguely felt that I was facing the ancient secrets. Even a person like the old beggar was still shocked when he thought about it carefully at this moment.
It is obvious that this must be an extremely important secret, so it is normal that Ji Yuan does not want to say more.
At the moment of closing the door, the old beggar looked through the slowly closing crack of the door at Ji Yuan who was sitting in front of the stone table in the yard. Bathed in the moonlight, Ji Yuan, dressed in a green shirt, seemed to be coated with a layer of light film. He was holding a golden thread, looking at the scroll on the table and fell into deep thought.
"The longer I know you, the more I can't figure you out. Ji Yuan, who are you?"
However, even though Ji Yuan's origins are unknown, people like the old beggar, who have a clear mind and a sympathetic connection with nature, are very trustworthy in Ji Yuan's character and know that this person must be on the right path.