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"Ichitaro, speak carefully." Uemuraiki whispered.

"Their mother, Keiko, is your grandfather's third daughter. How can there be no blood from my Shangcun family on her body."

"Sorry, I'm gumbled."

Uemura Ichitaro, who was accused, bowed his head slightly to apologize, then raised his head as usual and said in confusion: "Even so, they don't have the right to inheritance according to the ancestral instruction. How did Shintaro participate in the heir trial."

"Second Uncle, I'm really a little confused."

After taking a deep look at Uemura Ichitaro, Uemurai Suddenly, he said lightly: "It's okay to tell you, you won't be eligible to know this secret soon."

"You know those families of Onmyojis, martial arts schools, and transcendent realms."

Kazutaro Uemura's eyes flashed brightly, and he nodded slightly: "Well, I've heard it a little over the years."

The financial resources and social status of the above-mentioned villagers in the secular world are actually known to be hidden in the transcendent world below the surface, and they are barely regarded as one of the peripheral organizations semi-controlled by the association.

"Although we in the secular world have all kinds of laws and regulations, and those transcendents are also maintaining and observing them, brother and we all know that the so-called power and wealth are nothing more than things in the eyes of those people."

Uemura Jingshu calmly said: "So these years, my eldest brother has always wanted us Uemura to be one of them. Unfortunately, sometimes God seems extremely unfair and fair."

"We send massive amounts of supplies to those cultivating families every year to maintain the relationship, but there is no one with a talent for cultivation in the family."

"This point, it wasn't until Keiko, who ran away from home, returned with his brother and sister Shintaro ten years ago, that the eldest brother saw hope."

"What, their siblings have talents for cultivation." Kazutaro Uemura, who was still very calm just now, changed his face and looked at Uemura Iki suspiciously.

Because once the siblings really have the talent for cultivation, for the future of the family, with his grandfather's courage, he would definitely not mind giving the Uemura family to Uemura Shintaro.

"No." Uemura Jingshu said calmly.

"...Then?" Kazutaro Uemura's heart loosened, and then doubts appeared in his eyes.

"But their father is said to be a strong immortal cultivator in mainland Shu. He gave Keiko a token when he left, and said that he would take them back to the mountain gate when he returned."

"However, more than ten years have passed, and that person has not returned. I don't know if the other party is dead or alive, or has forgotten the Shintaro brothers and sisters." Uemurai said lightly.

Ichitaro Uemura narrowed his eyes: "No wonder my grandfather has valued them so much for so many years."

"But please allow me to say something bad, second uncle, who can prove that Sangu didn't lie? What if Shintaro and his father are not powerful and extraordinary, after all, these are all Sangu's words."

Uemurai looked at Ichitaro, with a faint smile on his old and solemn face: "It seems that after I tell you this, your heart is even more unsettling."

"Do you think that with your grandfather's shrewdness, these can be concealed from him."

"The evidence is a token that Keiko carried with him back then, a toy wooden sword with a powerful aura, and has been specially identified by many extraordinary people, Mr. Dingye is one of them."

"As people in the same transcendent world, they will definitely not be wrong."

"That is the belongings of a strong kendo man, and a strong man several hundred times stronger than me." The ruined warrior who had been quietly leaning in the corner suddenly opened his eyes and said indifferently.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tingye." Kazutaro Uemura bowed slightly, very polite to this second uncle's offering.

Ichitaro Uemura sighed: "But uncle, even if their father is very strong, but they don't have the talent for cultivation, our family won't get anything from them, right?"

Uemura Iki's eyes narrowed slightly: "Of course, ordinary practitioners can't help it, but for some practitioners who can almost match the gods and demons, whether they have talent or not is not important to them, because there are many gods in the world that can change their talents. ."

"And Mr. Takino speculated that Shintaro and his father might be such a terrifying powerhouse."

"What..." Uemura Ichitaro was surprised.

"So Ichitaro, you'd better stop those secret actions, otherwise, for that goal, brother doesn't mind changing to an heir." After saying that, Uemura Iki's eyes returned to indifference, making Uemura Ichitaro's mind tighten.

Ichitaro Uemura bent down and bowed deeply: "Uncle Respect Zun for instructions."

Then Ichitaro Uemura turned his head to look at the beautiful girl who was waiting respectfully, and ordered in front of Uemuraiki: "Yukiko, call them to stop them all."

"Yes, Master." After speaking, the pretty girl took out a mobile phone from her chest, dialed and issued a few commands, then her eyes changed slightly.

"Master, the actions against Shintaro Uemura and Yuriko Uemura himself have stopped. But the team leader Koyoshi Emon said that Rikyu Yokoo of the third group had set off half an hour ago, and according to the time, it should have reached the fifth goal by now. "

"Do they need to stop immediately?"

"Yokoo? Their goal is the author of the novel called God or something." After thinking about it for a while, Uemura Ichitaro remembered this small character goal in his huge plan.

"Yes, master." The kimono girl respectfully said.

Uemura Ichitaro waved his hand: "Then don't worry, let them act according to the plan. Although you can't move them, it's okay to breathe."

Although Shintaro Uemura’s father is said to be very powerful, he may have died if he hasn't appeared for so many years. It can be seen from the family's attitude towards Shintaro in recent years.

So even though Ichitaro Uemura now knows these secrets, although he feels a little dignified, he actually didn't take it too seriously.

"What's the matter with Ichitaro?" Looking at the young man who insisted on going his own way after receiving his warning, Uemura Iki showed a touch of displeasure.

"Uncle a little thing."

Seeing Uemurai’s dissatisfaction, Uemura Ichitaro explained: “Isn’t Yuriko praised by her grandfather because she did well in the library these days, so my think tank took the one that made her perform well? Author."

"The author is called Kanda Sorata. He is just an ordinary high school student who writes a novel, and he is also a small character who just debuted this year."

"This person is really talented in writing novels, and he is also very fast. Not only did he publish three books within a month, but the person I arranged also got news that the other party had already written all the next three volumes."

"Of course, I'm not as familiar with an ordinary person." Uemura Ichitaro smiled slightly.

"In the original plan, he was only taken away for education, so that he "recognized" that ordinary people should be ordinary people, and then stop writing novels."

"But without this person's help, Yuriko's follow-up plan would be stranded. It's okay to be a general editor in Bunku." Uemura Ichitaro said with a smile.

"is it"

Uemura Iki nodded slightly, so he didn't care. He was just an ordinary person, and it didn't matter if he died.

Chapter 123

"If you don't want to suffer, just come with us."

"What?" Jiang Jing couldn't help but raise his brow.

Just when Jiang Jing had just thrown away the garbage and was about to go back, a black extension car stopped in front of him, and then two burly men in black came down on it, and their tone was very strong and asked him to follow.

In addition, the two faintly blocked Jiang Jing's hope of escape, and they seemed very sophisticated, and it seemed that it was not the first time to do such a thing.

"Don't scare people, you two, speak politely. How many times has the eldest master said that we are civilized."

At this moment, another young man who appeared to be smiling came out of the car.

"This friend, someone wants to see you and explain something to you, so come with us." Spreading his hands, the young man's tone was as relaxed as chatting with a good friend.