Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

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Chen Mo didn't want to waste words with the group, so he led them into the store and called Chen Dachuan out.

"A few of my classmates are coming to buy eight essential items. Could you arrange it for them?"

Chen Dachuan came out of the inner room, his apron still stained with paste. He glanced at the group of people and immediately put on a businessman's smile.

"Oh, it's Chen Mo's classmate! Please come in, please come in."

"The eight main dishes, right? Yes, yes, yes, please come in and have a seat."

As he greeted them, he stepped aside to let the group inside, then glanced back at Chen Mo, "Aren't you coming with us?"

"I have something to do, I'll be going now." Chen Mo said and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute." Sun Wenyuan called out to him, his tone carrying a hint of reluctance. "What's the rush? It's not easy to run into each other, chat for a bit before you go. It's not easy for old classmates to meet up."

"Exactly, exactly," Li Weizhou chimed in. "What are you busy with? It's the middle of the day, and the sun is scorching outside."

Chen Mo stopped and looked back at them.

"I really have something to do, let's do it another day."

Sun Wenhui tugged at Xu Wanqing's arm and whispered something, but Xu Wanqing shook her head and didn't say anything.

Chen Mo noticed, but didn't say anything. He simply nodded to the two of them as a farewell.

"Alright then, you go ahead and do your thing."

Sun Wenyuan waved his hand, "Let's have dinner together another day when we're free, it'll be on me."

"it is good."

Chen Mo responded and turned to leave.

Behind him, Chen Dachuan was already gesturing for people to enter the inner room. "Please come this way, everyone. All eight of my tools here are made with traditional techniques. The paper is top-quality Xuan paper, and the frame is made of bamboo splits, so it's sturdy and the pasting is smooth. You'll see for yourselves when you take a look..."

It takes about an hour to drive from the county seat to Qingshan Town.

Yue Shan said that you have to cross two ridges to get to Qinglongtan, and it's definitely not possible to drive there by car.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the east gate instead of driving.

Once outside the city gates, the houses along the streets gradually thinned out, replaced by vast fields of farmland and scattered adobe houses.

The afternoon sun was scorching, and the crops in the fields drooped, looking listless and lifeless.

There were few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, a farmer driving a donkey cart would pass by, glance at him, and then walk away.

Chen Mo walked for about two miles and then turned onto a small path leading to the river.

The road was lined with waist-high weeds, and not far ahead was a grove of poplar trees. The grove was not large, but it was enough to block the view from outside.

With a thought, he took out a large paper kite, two meters wide, from his storage space. It was the same kite that had previously carried gunpowder and blown up the Hou family's house.

Infused with the yin energy, the kite glowed with a faint purple light and hovered steadily in mid-air.

Chen Mo turns the tables