"Bow!" Qin Ming shouted in grief in front of the cemetery.
Everyone bowed deeply to the ten disciples.
The coffin was slowly put into the pit already dug and filled with soil.
Standing in front of the tomb, Qin Ming looked at the small slopes with heavy eyes, thinking of their first time apprenticeship and the first time teaching them martial arts, and his heart was full of sadness.
"I, Qin Ming, swear that I will send you the heads of the holy lord and evil son, so that they can confess before you."
Qin Yuan walked behind Qin Ming, patted Qin Ming on the shoulder, and said, "You can't come back from death, so don't be too sad."
Nodding, Qin Ming tried to cheer up.
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The people in the entire secret realm spent this day in sorrow, but the disciples of the Huayu Sect were very optimistic. They worked hard to cultivate, turned grief into strength, and vowed to avenge them.
In Qin Ming's alchemy room, Qin Ming, poplars, Yang Wanru, and Jue Wuya gathered here.
"Jie Wuya, how many martial arts and martial arts do we have in Huayu Sect?" Qin Ming sat in a chair and looked at Jue Wuya on the opposite side.
A smile appeared on Jue Wuya's face: "Most of our Huayu Sect disciples have become martial spirits, but a few disciples are not very good, and their successors are weak. They are still at the peak of Wuzong. I don't know when we can break through the martial spirits."
Qin Ming nodded. There was no way. Although he used pill to raise everyone's spiritual roots to medium spiritual roots, cultivation was not only due to qualifications, but also a series of preconditions such as mood.
The disciple of Hua Yuzong was already very good, and Qin Ming's expectation had been out of this result.
"They are already pretty good, ordinary sects, even the strongest sects in the mainland, are estimated to be unable to find many disciples who are more diligent than them." Qin Ming picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and smiled with relief. .
These disciples are all children of poor families who have experienced hardships and know that strength is hard to come by, and they are very hardworking.
"The disciples are ashamed. The sect master gave us the best medicine, the most brilliant exercises, and the elders carefully taught us. We are only in the realm of martial arts, and we are a little ashamed of the teachings." Yang Shu lowered his head and said ashamed.
Yang Wanru next to him also lowered his head, showing a look of shame.
The disciples can only do some work of collecting information, they can't help in the battle at all. Most battles are done by the Sect Master himself, making them feel ashamed.
Which sect, the disciple does not take charge, and everything needs to be done by the suzerain himself?
Sect Master is an alchemy master, with one hand alchemy strength and superb skills, fighting is not what the Sect Master is good at.
"Okay, your martial arts training time is still short, and these are all understandable." Qin Ming smiled and comforted, while secretly regretting that the qualifications of these disciples can only be regarded as ordinary.
Although Qin Ming has given them to improve their spiritual roots, they can only reach the level of medium-grade spiritual roots.
Think of those big sects in the previous life, which sect disciple is not a group of middle-grade Linggen disciples, but the existence at the bottom.
Only the top-grade spiritual root disciple and the best-grade spiritual root disciple are the pillars of a sect and are cultivated as the successors of the sect.
Of course, Qin Ming also knows that they can't be blamed for this. Linggen is destined by nature, and being able to use the pill to improve is already a great gift from heaven.
Although he is still a bit greedy.
