Chapter 28: Martial Idiot

Walking into the family courtyard of the tannery, Tang Tian saw a brand-new luxury car at the entrance of his building. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

It's a blue Maserati president with a big red flower on the hood and no license plate. A few neighbors were taking pictures around the brand-new Maserati.

Tang Tian walked around and saw that it was a Maserati, although he had been in prison for two years, he was not a turtle, and naturally knew that the full set of this car would cost more than one million.

When those neighbors saw Tang Tian, they immediately walked over with a smile on their faces:

"Tang Tian, your family is now developed. What the hell are you doing?"

Tang Tian was stunned: "Business?"

"Yes, there are so many luxury cars to pick you up every day, and all the people who come and go are big bosses and big businessmen. Tsk, it's really a dragon and a phoenix among people. Look at you, although you came back from prison, but as soon as you came back, you bought such a luxury car for your mother, which is really amazing. ā€

The uncle who lives downstairs said with some stammering.

Tang Tian couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, this Maserati is my mother's car?

No way?

Yesterday I gave her 15 million, and today I just picked up a Maserati?

However, Tang Tian not only did not blame his mother for spending money indiscriminately, but was a little happy. I'm afraid that my mother will be tense, restrained, and reluctant.

I strode home, and when I got home, I saw my mother sorting out a large pile of brand-name clothes in the living room, all of which were newly bought, and the trademark had not been removed.

"Mom, you robbed the mall?"

Tang Tian asked funny.

Liu Cuiping turned her head and glanced at Tang Tian, and said very seriously: "People rely on clothes, and when they are poor, they have to be a man with their tails between them." But when you have money, you have to spend it when it's time to spend it. It must not be like when the family has no money, and you can't give up anything. ā€

Tang Tian didn't speak, and looked at her with a smile.

Liu Cuiping said: "Today Xiaohu came to me and said that Gaomao Group has 30% of my shares. When they take over the Gaomao Group, I will be able to take office immediately. They all thought I was an uninformed woman, so I should support the scene. I can't be seen that after I became a major shareholder, I was still wearing a ragged dress and was reluctant to spend money. The car downstairs, the clothes, are all money to be spent. Don't let people underestimate it, otherwise it's easy to suffer. ā€

Tang Tian was dumbfounded, he couldn't say anything about his mother's theory. Disagree, and do not support.

Now that he is learning martial arts, money is something outside his body. Nothing external matters.

Since my mother wants to make her own business, let her go.

Tang Tian jokingly said again: "Mom, why don't you think about me? Why do you buy so many brand-name clothes, all of them are bought for yourself." You don't even think about me, you see I'm wearing so torn clothes now. ā€

Unexpectedly, Liu Cuiping said again:

"In the eyes of those three families, you are a kung fu master. Your image is actually very important. Yesterday the three gave you money, and if you wear a famous brand tomorrow, you will actually be underestimated in the end. But if you get a lot of money, you are still low-key and unassuming. On the contrary, in their eyes, you will become a decent person, and they will respect you more and think that you are a master who regards money as dung, so that you will actually get more hidden benefits. ā€

Tang Tian was dumbfounded again, he couldn't figure it out, where did my mother learn these crooked theories?

But I don't care, I don't care anyway.

'Knock knock'

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

Tang Tian opened the door, but saw a young man standing outside with a Nanmu box in his hand, the young man looked at Tang Tian a little stiffly, and a little nervously:

"Don, Master Tang, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am the secretary general of Qingrong Group, and I was sent by Mr. Liu. ā€

Tang Tian was stunned: "What's the matter?"

In a blink of an eye, he ignored the stubble where Old Man Liu wanted to send him a book.

"Old Man Liu sent me to bring you a book, saying that this thing is extremely precious and must be handed over to you personally. ā€

Tang Tian took the Nanmu box and put it on the dining table: "Okay, thank you, come in and have a cup of tea." ā€

"No, no, don't bother Master Tang, I'll leave. ā€

With that, the young man hurriedly left.

Until I walked out of the family home, I was still apprehensive and excited:

"That's Master Tang? It's not as fierce and vicious as the outside world says, Master Tang just let me into the house to drink tea, but I refused? I rejected Master Tang? ha. ā€

The young man smiled a little smugly and hurriedly left.

Tang Tian casually put the Nanmu box on the table, prepared to eat, and then went back to the house to continue to look at his true martial arts hidden.

To be honest, I don't have much interest in what martial arts history Old Man Liu sent, even if it is a martial arts cheats, I don't have much interest.

Liu Cuiping had already finished packing her things, saw the box on the table, opened it and saw that it was half a book, and shouted, "Tang Tian, what kind of broken book is this?"

"I don't know, Old Man Liu sent it. ā€

Karada returned in the house.

"It doesn't seem to be useful, so I'll throw it at you. This box is not bad. ā€

Hearing Liu Cuiping's words, Tang Tian suddenly had an inexplicable thought, a sudden emotion mixed with curiosity and nervousness. He felt that he still had to take a look at it and keep it first.

"Wait. ā€

Tang Tian shouted, then walked out, casually glanced at the dining table, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

The whole person stood on the spot, his whole body trembled, his two fists clenched together, and his breathing was as rapid as a bellows.

It was like a thunderbolt flashing in my mind, and with a click, my brain went blank.

"This ...... This ......"

But I saw that in the open Nanmu box, there was half a yellowed paper book. The book has no epidermis, as if it has been torn, and the fractures are uneven.

And this torn fracture is too familiar to Tang Tian.

In his mind, four big words subconsciously appeared - True Martial Arts Treasure!

Is that you?

I found you?

"What's wrong with you?"

Liu Cuiping said with some concern.

saw Tang Tian as if he was enchanted, walking to the table step by step, staring directly at the half of the book. Hold your breath.

Reaching into the box, he gently picked up the old, fragile book. Anxiously flipped through the two pages casually, and the whole person was so excited that he was about to pass out.

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them.

The one I've been looking for has been hiding by my side all along. I almost missed it.

I almost passed by.

"What kind of book is this? What's wrong with you?"

Tang Tian replied: "It's nothing, Mom, don't call me, I have something important in the room." Don't call me when someone comes to me, and don't bother me about big things. ā€

Before Liu Cuiping could say yes, Tang Tian had already closed the bedroom door tightly.

"yes, the second half, this is the second half. ā€

Tang Tian put this half of the book on the bed with both hands, and hurriedly took out the first half of his True Martial Arts Collection. Together, the two books are perfectly torn and broken.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Tian's mood at this time could no longer be described in words.

He didn't care too much about his thoughts, and like a dead parasite, he began to frantically absorb the content and nutrients of this half of the book.

The first page of the second half is a new chapter: there are real martial arts and fake martial arts in the world.

And everyone doesn't know, what is the difference between real and fake martial arts, what is the limit of fake martial arts, and what is the peak of real martial arts?

Why is there a distinction between real and false martial arts?

A few questions on the first page made Tang Tian's head buzz, this is the question he has always wanted to know.

"What am I in now?"

"What is the pinnacle of my True Shape and Meaning Fist, is it really a boxing technique that can penetrate the gods?"

"The answer is in this book!"

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

Tang Tian was stunned and said to himself. His martial idiot is no less than three old men.