At night, the cold wind howled low, blowing the crystal snowflakes and falling.

In the snow-covered mountains, the temple is still as peaceful as before the end of the world, only the Buddha hall is no longer a place to worship the Buddha and make vows, more than 20 survivors sit around a pile of bonfires, dispel the biting cold, a group of people are not in the mood to speak, are silent, so that the Buddha hall only the sound of flames bursting on the firewood.

......As the wooden door was pushed open, four women in black suits walked in with snowflakes, immediately attracting people's attention, not their appearances, of course, but the hot porridge and white-flour steamed buns they brought in.

After the four women had put down their food, they were about to turn around and leave the temple, when a wicked man with a fleshy face stood up and chased after him and asked, "How long will we have to wait?" ”

"......" The woman didn't answer, shook her head and said that she didn't know that she was walking out of the Buddhist hall, which seemed to stimulate the evil man, and the evil man chased out and grabbed a woman's arm directly, and scolded angrily, "Damn, Lao Tzu has been waiting here for three days, and if he can't afford it, he will open an apprenticeship with another special scholar." ”

"Please let it go, otherwise, we have the right to disqualify you from the test." The woman who was grabbed by the arm looked at her with disgust, but she was not eagerly afraid.

"If you can speak, I still think you are dumb." The wicked man was even more annoyed when he heard the woman's words, and actually kicked the woman to the ground, and the people in the Buddhist hall opened the doors and windows to watch, did not stop, did not speak, just looked indifferently, they came to this demon gate has been dried for several days, although there is food and shelter, but it is not allowed to go, can only stay in this small Buddhist hall, like a prisoner under house arrest, at this moment, the evil man roared, "Go and put your bullshit master over to see Lao Tzu, otherwise, Lao Tzu will demolish this Buddhist hall." ”

The woman who had been kicked over was helped up by her companions, a little aggrieved, a little angry, and another tall woman said to the wicked man: "Please apologize, otherwise you will ......"

Before the woman finished speaking, the wicked man sneered, stepped forward and raised his hand to slap the tall woman, but unexpectedly, before his hand fell, four pistols were pointed at his head.

"Your test has been disqualified, please leave this place within an hour." The tall woman looked at this villain lightly as if he had performed the immobilization technique, yes, cancel the test qualification of this wicked man, and Han Qi gave them the right.

"Stinky bitch, shoot if you have the guts." This wicked man was pointed at the muzzle of the gun, but he had no fear, he didn't think that these women who were trembling with guns dared to shoot, moved, and wanted to snatch the gun, but, he was wrong, this last man's life is as cheap as a dog, "" A gunshot rang out, and the bullet passed through his brain......

"Bang!" The tall woman who fired the gun, her arms trembled violently, but, thinking of what Han Qi said when she hired them, she slowly calmed down, glanced at the corpse that fell to the ground, took a deep breath, and turned her eyes to look at the dozens of people who were shocked and panicked, "Please don't step out of the Buddha hall easily, otherwise, you will be disqualified from the test." ”

With that, the tall woman and her trembling companion dragged the body out of the monastery with her.

Quiet, a group of people were very quiet, looking at the blood that was still rising in the snow, solemn, afraid, panic, haunting in the hearts of each of them.

They came to learn from the teacher just to save their lives, but they didn't expect to see someone taking their lives.

"No, I want to leave, I can't stay here, I want to leave......" A young man with a green face, his body was entangled with fear, his steps had already stepped out of the Buddhist hall, he wanted to flee from here in horror, but before he could take a step, he was stopped by a handsome young man.

"Don't give up easily." This handsome young man is the one who was rescued by the students, he arrived at the mountain gate two days ago, and was hung in the Buddhist hall like the other survivors.

"Let go of me, I want to leave, I want to leave ......" The young man wanted to break free, he was afraid, afraid that this was a demon cave built by zombie maniacs.

Seeing this, the young man let go of his hand and said lightly: "Xiao Zhang, you are not afraid of zombies, are you still afraid of this introductory test?" ”

The young man who had just run a few meters stopped, turned his head tremblingly, and looked at this guy with doubts, not only this boy, but a group of people all looked at the guy.

The young man didn't hide it, and said what he thought in his heart, "If they really want to imprison us and harm us, they don't have to be so time-consuming and laborious, why do they need to clean the Buddha hall, and they don't need to let someone deliver food and water, this is a test, and when we arrived, the test had already begun." ”

"Mentality?"

A young man in the crowd asked with conjecture, and when the young man heard this, he nodded, "It should be a test of mentality, they want to wear out our patience, make us impatient, irritable, panicked, bored, and force us to give up this idea of apprenticeship." ”

"I see." The young man nodded, glanced at the blood in the snow, and shook his head, it was clear that the evil man had not passed the test of this mentality, and the price was his life.

For the death of the wicked man, no one is sad, sympathetic, merciful, everyone here is accustomed to life and death, accustomed to the passing of life, it can be said that they are indifferent, it can also be said that those women are excessive, but this is the last days, cruel, cruel, human life is like a mustard purgatory.

Quiet, the Buddha Hall fell into a new quiet recovery, and the snow, falling more and more, covered the blood on the ground, but could not cover the heart that became stronger.

On the top of the mountain, Wu Feng stood alone, looking up at the dark red night sky, when the Demon Gate was first built, they had nothing, even this land was taken from zombies, however, Wu Feng was confident that the Demon Gate would become stronger, because he would use the most stringent requirements to train the first batch of disciples.

The first batch of disciples is the cornerstone of the sect and the seed of the towering tree, of course, the best must be selected, in addition to the talent and bones, the mentality, character, perseverance, and mentality do not meet the requirements, Wu Feng would rather eliminate them all, and recruit a new group of disciples who meet the requirements to cultivate from the new rather than indiscriminately.

Because what you want is not only an excellent disciple, but also an environment, a spirit, if you recruit disciples casually, then why spend so much spirit, just go directly to join the Demon Sect or the Eight Desolations, but what Wu Feng wants is to surpass the Demon Sect, and even surpass the existence of the Ji family, a good environment can provide guidance and help.

Near Zhu is red, close to ink is black, let's put it this way, when entering the university, if the atmosphere in the university is good, then there is no need to supervise and motivate, students will study and research independently, this is a big environment, a small environment, a student dormitory, if roommates play games every day, then people who want to learn can not study with peace of mind......

The difference between the rabble and the iron-blooded soldiers is not in the strategy and tactics, nor in the weapons and equipment, but in the invisible but objectively existing spirit, the rabble will be defeated in one blow, and the iron-blooded soldiers will not be able to drag or break up even if they do not have sophisticated weapons, no logistical supplies, and no soldiers, and dare to fight to the last man, because the highest product of material movement, spirit......

Start a sect and inject soul.