Male God Cultivation Manual

Fenghe has always been more or less worried about the unfathomable effects of the mushroom with spiritual power, but fortunately, the effect disappeared faster than he imagined. When their journey was about to end, the spiritual power brought by the mushroom also disappeared It disappeared.

Hearing that Yukimura and Fuji both said that the red tail had changed back to its previous kingfisher appearance, Fenghe also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is a pity not to see that world, but it is wonderful to face the dangers that come with it, so it is better to return to normal.

"What's the matter? Are you reluctant?" In the terminal building of Sapporo New Chitose Airport, Bu Er saw Feng He standing by the glass window in a daze, so he laughed and joked.

Feng He turned her head, her light blue eyes reflected the light, she had a feeling of clarity, "No, no." It's just a happy time, which always seems very short.

"If you are so reluctant," Yukimura also smiled, "Come again next time, Hokkaido is not far from Tokyo."

Looking at the two smiling faces, the melancholy in Feng He's heart disappeared before it had time to gather.However, he also knew that he couldn’t follow this topic, otherwise he might be blackmailed by the two of them, so he restrained his expression and changed the subject, “After going back, the U-17 training camp is almost over.” He was the last and most important The game is about to begin.Although he didn't think he would lose the election, but he didn't hear the final announcement, Fenghe was also a little bit worried.

"It's almost there." Fuji looked at people with a smile, "I'm just waiting to announce the lineup for the World Cup."

Yukimura is also very interested in this topic, "It depends on how the coach will arrange it in the end." After all, the ultimate goal of this training camp is to select personnel for the World Cup.And after that shuffling match, the court numbers and even the badges lost their meaning. Although they are still practicing in separate courts, the court numbers are only used for practice.

The three of them were very concerned about the final result of this training camp, so they started a new discussion on this topic.

Returning to Haneda Airport from New Chitose means the happy New Year holiday is over.Immediately afterwards, the U-17 training camp also resumed training.

After the new year, almost like overnight, the spring breeze blows, bringing the breath of spring.

And the training camp in the mountains seems to be infected by this spring atmosphere, flowers, plants and trees compete to bloom the most beautiful postures to welcome the arrival of the spring girl.

As a monster in the mountains and forests, Wei Hong can feel the changes of the seasons the most, as if he was awakened by the breath of spring at the same time as the mountains and forests.

As for dormitory 201, because of his state, he felt the breath of spring earlier than other dormitories.

Regarding this point, Kirihara said this: Seniors and their dormitory, recently there are always wild flowers that I don’t know where to pick, and they change every day without repeating the same, which is quite beautiful.

Of course, although he was full of questions, but facing Minister Yukimura who smiled and said nothing, and Senior Kaze who was indifferent, he couldn't ask any questions.

On this day, the weather is fine, and the sun in early spring always brings a less intense and lazy feeling.

After lunch, because there was training in the afternoon and the weather was fine, the four people in dormitory 201 sat under the tree to rest and chat. After a while, Shiraishi answered the phone, patted his buttocks and ran away, and the remaining three changed places. The topic continued.

The sun shines softly through the gaps in the leaves, and occasionally the wind blows, and the fine golden yellow will be shaken playfully.

At first, Feng He followed up with Yukimura and the others with great interest. With the warmth of the sun shining on his body, he felt that his thinking was starting to slow down, so he said nothing.Later, listening to the gentle voices of the two discussing the photos of the previous trip, the whole body felt like being soaked in warm water, which was warm and soft, and the drowsiness surged up and could not be stopped.

Yawning silently, Feng He leaned against the tree, and almost immediately entered a state of unconsciousness as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Wind?" A gentle voice sounded, and Yukimura turned his head, "Eh? I seem to be asleep." Fenghe was not asleep, but she was on the verge of half-dream and half-awake. He could hear what they said, but his thinking was not as it should be. reaction.

"Hehe, no wonder I haven't spoken much since just now." Fuji also laughed out loud, but still lowered his voice subconsciously.

"He's in good shape recently, and he's working hard." Yukimura's voice was also very soft, but it was because he worked too hard that he was so tired.

With a smile, Fuji tore off a piece of grass, and ran across someone's face with closed eyes rather maliciously.

Feng He felt something scratching across his cheeks, itching tenderly, not uncomfortable, but those who disturbed his meeting with Zhou Covenant were all heinous enemies, although he didn't open his eyes to fully wake up, but he still frowned impatiently .

"I'll get angry when I wake up." Yukimura's leisurely voice didn't sound like admonishment.

"But the reaction is very interesting." Fuji stopped his movements, "Speaking of which, Yukimura, have you ever seen him get angry?"

"It's not common," Yukimura replied with a smile, but it's not like he hasn't seen it before. The cold and gentle boy is rarely angry about his own affairs, but when the accident happened last time, outside the art museum, he also saw wind "There are often grievances." Li Haida's master said that with that expressionless grievance, he would look straight at people with those light-colored eyes.Well, it's pretty cute.

Fuji was amused by Yukimura's serious words, "When he hears it, he will probably be wronged again." This is the little bad-heartedness shared by two people who are very compatible with each other.

Someone said something again, but Feng He couldn't hear it anymore, without the disturbance on his face, his consciousness sank into the deep sea almost instantly.

Sleeping against a tree is uncomfortable after all, so Feng He probably didn't fall asleep for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, he was still a little confused.

His body was warm, and besides the gift of sunshine, he was also wearing someone's team uniform jacket. When he opened his eyes, he could see two familiar people sitting not far away, talking about something.

Because they were afraid of disturbing him, Yukimura and Fuji kept their voices so low that even he couldn't hear the content clearly.But in spring, the sun is warm and the breeze is blowing, like the most gentle hand touching a person's face, stirring up tiny but clear ripples in the bottom of my heart.

At that moment, my heart was clear, like the sky on the seaside of Kanagawa in June.

The fleeting years are like a song, and the years are quiet.

In such bright weather and mood, the news that the U-17 World Cup is about to start is officially announced.

Such heavy news, once made public, immediately caused an uproar in the training camp.

The [-] main lineup announced for the first time are all high school students. As junior high school students who have won many games in the shuffle battle, they are obviously not convinced.

Some have to decide the outcome again, and some have to make the coach reconsider, just when there are all kinds of heated discussions in junior high school.When they entered training camp, the plane responsible for throwing them appeared again.

This time, the plane stopped on the field.

The person who got off the plane was a sloppy uncle in tattered clothes, with a pair of big bare feet in the early spring weather, no matter how you looked at it, he looked like a homeless man who could lie down on the street without any sense of disobedience.

It was such a person who introduced himself with great anger, "Long time no see junior high school students, I am the leader of the U-17 Japanese team: Mifune enters the Tao."

The appearance of the leader of the three boats caused an uproar. Of course, the revolutionary army in black all knew the coach of the three boats on the cliff, and it was the first time for the victorious group to see this dirty leader.

"Liar, liar, who is the leader of the Japanese team?" Taocheng pointed at Coach Mifune and shouted in disbelief.

Toyama Kintaro was even more speechless, pointing at someone and screaming.

"I can't believe it." Lian Buer shook his head slightly.

"This is your coach on the cliff?" Yukimura looked back at Feng He.

"Your coach is actually him?" the quite gorgeous Atobe uncle also said.

"Ah." Feng He answered very simply, but in fact, he was rolling his eyes and making complaints in his heart.

He also wanted to pretend that he really didn't know Coach Mifune. Looking at his extremely sloppy alcoholic appearance, Feng He really felt that the Japanese team had no future.

And this time, Feng He felt that it was not an illusion.

However, before the group of junior high school students could discuss more, coach Mifune had already stood outside the court at a place higher than where the group of teenagers were, looking down at the group of people.

The careless team leader didn't even use the microphone, and roared directly, "I have something to tell you guys. In order to cultivate young players, the International Tennis Association made an exception in this U-17 World Cup to allow middle school students from various countries join."

In a word, it caused an uproar in the audience. When I originally thought that junior high school students would not be allowed to participate in the U-17 World Cup, there was such a sudden change.

I can't help but not excited these teenagers who love tennis and strive for the top.

Even Feng He, who had known for a long time that there would be such a result, clenched his hands in his trouser pockets into fists, and it was about to begin, the announcement of the main election for the World Cup.

The words of coach Sanchuan continued, his voice was so loud that it directly suppressed the voices of discussion, "After the monitoring of Houshan, I have observed your ability, willpower and potential, and after discussing with your coach, I have confirmed this. I will announce the list of 14 members of the junior high school Japanese national team who will go to the world for the first time."

Following his words, all the junior high schools on the court cast their gazes over and waited with bated breath, even Feng He felt his heart beat a little faster.

After a slight pause, Coach Mifune first announced the captain of the selected team, "Captain: Keigo Atobe."

Atobe snapped his fingers flamboyantly, taking his confidence for granted, "Huh? Isn't this obvious?" No matter when, he always looks so flamboyant.

Feng He raised his eyebrows slightly. He thought of what Atobe announced loudly on the sidelines when Tezuka left. He said that after Tezuka left, the team would be led by his uncle.

So, this is... a prophecy?

This team is really led by Mr. Atobe.

"Next, Seiichi Yukimura." This announcement was not surprising. As the son of God who stood at the top of the junior high school tennis world, he would naturally be a member of the Japanese representative team.

And the third announced name is, "Feng He." Feng He raised his eyes, his light blue eyes were ignited with fighting intent, he finally came to this step, why did he come here, His goal has never wavered.

Even if he stands on the world stage, he will never be afraid, in order to win!

"Kuranosuke Shiraishi." The man known as the Bible is also a top-notch powerhouse among the junior high school students in the U-17 training camp.

Shiraishi clenched his fists, this result, um, decided to be happy.

"Fuer Zhouzhu." A talented super-aggressive player who combines defensive counterattacks is emerging.

The squinting genius boy also opened his eyes at this moment. In this training camp, no, or from the national competition to here, he has changed too much.

It's time to try your hand at it.

"Sanada Genichiro." The emperor on the court, after being tempered on the cliff, showed his sharpness even more. It was a matter of course that he was selected for the Japanese representative team.

……

"The above 14 people have decided to participate in the U-17 World Cup as representatives of junior high school students." After Sanfuan coach put down the list, he roared almost fiercely, "Waste who cannot abide by the rules cannot become a great weapon, but waste who is bound by the rules is the same Can't become a master," he waved his hand violently, "on behalf of the contestants, we must only choose from the strongest!"

The sound of raising arms and cheering is like a sleeping creature being awakened. Spring returns to the earth, the most vibrant and colorful season, and it is coming.

After the high school student representatives and junior high school student representatives of the Japanese team are confirmed, all overseas training will begin immediately to prepare for the U-17 World Cup.After the overseas training camp, I flew to Australia, the main stadium of the World Cup, and the next morning was the time for departure.

The time is short, and other things don't matter, but Fenghe can't bring red tails this time.

So that night, he took the time to go to the back mountain, and personally entrusted Weihong to Yimulian to take care of him temporarily. When he came back from the U-17 World Cup, he came to pick up Xiaotengu.

"Young master, I wish you prosperity in martial arts." Little Tengu lay on the ground, wishing very cautiously.

Feng He, who didn't know if he could come back, was also amused when he saw this. He didn't go to fight, what kind of martial arts is prosperous.

But turning around and thinking about it, in the world arena, each game is no less than a battle.

"Thank you." After earnestly thanking Wei Hong, Feng He turned to the handsome young man again, "Your eyes are endless, and Wei Hong is entrusted to you."

"It's just a trivial matter." Yimulian shook his head, "I returned safely."

Feng He was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I will." Trying his best and accepting all the results, he already has no regrets.

In the early morning of the next day, except for the regular members of the Japanese representative team, all the other high school and junior high school students had left the training camp. All four people in dormitory 201 were selected for the representative team, and they happened to have breakfast at the same table.

"Congratulations to all 201 for being selected for the Japanese national team?" Shiraishi raised the milk in his glass with a gesture.

Feng He also raised his cup, "For victory." His goal is so clear.

"Everyone is very excited." Yukimura also picked up the cup. It's not surprising that Shiraishi is so excited, even Feng is much more excited than usual. Although his face still looks expressionless, the look in his eyes has revealed all emotions.

It's rare for Bu Er not to smile as softly as water, "Hehe, yes, we can go to the world arena together." In fact, not only Baishi Fenghe, but even the Qingxue genius who has always been indifferent has been inspired with all fighting spirit, waiting for a battle .

So, what else is there to say, for the upcoming arena, for the victory, cheers!

They raised their glasses and touched each other, with excitement and excitement in their eyes.

From being called up to the U-17 training camp until now, they have finally lived up to this opportunity, and then they will go to the world stage to show their talents.

After breakfast, the four of them walked to the meeting point together with other junior high school students from the Japanese team, talking and laughing.

Of course, even at this moment, Feng He still upholds the fine tradition of a boy with a paralyzed face, only talking but not laughing.

When he was about to walk to the meeting point, suddenly, something floated past Fenghe's eyes, he stopped, and then threw the bag in his hand to Baishi next to him, "Help me carry it, I'll be right over."

After Feng He finished speaking, he turned around and ran, and Bai Shi's voice came from behind, "Wait, where are you going, Feng, the meeting time is coming soon."

"What's wrong?" Yukimura just turned his head and said something to Fuji, and saw this situation when he turned around.

Buer was also puzzled, "Where did the wind go?"

"I don't know." Baishi also looked baffled, "I just threw the bag to me and turned around and ran away. Could it be that I forgot something?" He laughed again, "Or go to the toilet? Don't guess, don't guess. , Anyway, he will be back in a while, Feng is not a person who forgets everything." The sweet 201's last conscience, holding his own bag and Fenghe's bag, greeted Yukimura and Fuji, "Let's go first."

The other two had no objection, so the three of them continued to move towards the meeting place after a moment's pause.

Of course Fenghe also heard Baishi's cry, but he ignored his cry and quickly ran towards the destination. After turning this corner, the scenery in his eyes made him stop suddenly.

"Sure enough, the cherry blossoms are blooming." Involuntarily, the corners of Feng He's mouth twitched slightly.

The early cherry blossoms that bloomed almost overnight, like clouds and sapphires, covered the sky in patches of pink, and the blue sky reflected the rain of petals, which was so beautiful that it made people mesmerized.

Feng He raised her head slightly, her eyes fixed on this unbelievable beauty for a moment.

In the early spring morning, with a cool breeze, like a naughty child, he raised the petals and his blue hair into the air.In the rain of cherry blossoms, he stretched out his hands, trying to catch the falling petals, "The third time the cherry blossoms bloomed."

Until yesterday, he thought that he would not see it until he left Japan, but he didn't expect that it would surprise him so much.

He likes the cherry blossoms here very much. I don't know if it's because of the special relationship in the world, but he always feels that the ones he saw in his previous life are more beautiful and pure.

Every time, when the cherry blossoms are flying, he will involuntarily stop on the road full of trees.

Then, it reminds me of a song I heard a long time ago.

It is very good to be able to come to this world and meet you, really really good.

This is probably one of the meanings of tennis to him.

At this moment, several pink cherry blossom petals with beautiful shapes fell into Feng He's open palm. Feng He stared at the cherry blossom petals in his palm, and slowly, his eyes became extremely firm.

For the only wish of that new year, even for such a chance to make a wish.

It's time to fight to the death.

Feng He hurried to the meeting place, luckily he was not late, otherwise coach Mifune would be much more vicious than Sanada in beating up people.

He didn't want to end up falling at the hands of Coach Mifune after saving his face from the deputy minister.

Being beaten up by the alcoholic team leader is much uglier than being beaten up by the deputy minister.

"Finally back." Baishi was also relieved when he saw Feng He came back, stretched out his hand and threw the bag over, "Go on."

Feng He took it, "Thank you." If it wasn't for Baishi, he would probably have to run all the way with his bag on his back. Although it didn't affect his speed, it was more or less inconvenient.

The very sweet Xi Laixi just gestured to Feng He that you are welcome, and when he turned around, Kintaro grabbed him. The lively little red-haired monkey jumped up and down excitedly, "Baishi, are we going to fly?"

"Yes, we are going to make a plane." Shiraishi has long been used to Kintaro's activeness, "Kin-chan hasn't been on a plane yet, has he?"

"Haha, it's your first time flying, will it really be like what they said?"

"What did they say?" Baishi was a little surprised, and then he fell into all kinds of weird rumors about flying.

Seeing this, Fenghe shook his head slightly. He and Kintaro were also very familiar, so of course he knew the nature of a simple red-haired little monkey. It can only be said that fortunately, Shiraishi is a patient minister.

Of course, the director of Sitianbao Temple is good, and the director of Lihai University is also very good. Seeing Fenghe came back, Yukimura naturally had to be concerned, "Where did you go?" He asked very gently.

Fuji looked at the expressionless friend below with a smile, "Is there really something missing?"

"No." Feng He said that he is not an unorganized person.

"What did you do?" Fu Er was also curious, "Running so fast, it looks like there is something urgent, but luckily I'm not late."

In this regard, his thinking is more similar to that of Feng He. He is also a companion from the cliff, and he doesn't think it is an easy thing to be late in the hands of coach Sanchuan.

Both Yukimura and Fuji want to know where he went?

Feng He thought for a while, put the bag on his back, reached out his hand to take a look in his clothes pocket, "Stretch out your hand."

The two looked at each other, and although they didn't understand why, they stretched out their hands.

Feng He opened his clenched hand, and the small cherry blossom petals, like a rain of the smallest and sweetest cherry blossoms, gently floated into the hands of the two of them.The pink and tender petals fell to the palm without feeling any weight, just like pink clouds, pitiful and cute.

Cherry blossoms are blooming.

The author has something to say:

The World Cup is about to start, little angels don't want to cheer for Xiaofeng~

Thank you for the rockets and landmines of my little angel Wang, thank you for being a blind little fan, I can’t find the mines of the little angels, thank you!