The young guard was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "Princess, have you broken through the realm? I just seemed to see a white light flashing on you. This should be the sacred image of breaking through the realm..."

"broken."

The seventh princess said lightly.

A seventeen-year-old first-class scholar was very rare in the entire Song Dynasty, and could never be counted on more than one hand.

Moreover, she is only seventeen years old.

One is that she has extraordinary qualifications; the other is that she has great resources. The four great Confucians of the Song Dynasty can all be said to be her teachers...

besides.

During this period of time, she took care of Feng Qingyan's food and daily life, and Feng Qingyan would give guidance or enlightenment from time to time. Without Feng Qingyan's guidance and enlightenment for more than ten days, and only today's morning reading, it would be difficult to break through.

After all, he is too young.

Being young means not having much experience and insufficient knowledge accumulation.

Confucianism pays most attention to accumulation.

If there is not enough accumulation, no matter how extraordinary the talent is, no matter how amazing the quality and effectiveness, it is impossible to make rapid progress.

"Congratulations princess."

The young guard said in surprise.

If the princess can become a bachelor before the age of eighteen, she can get more say in matters.

The seventh princess didn't say anything. She glanced at the students at the foot of the hillside and her eyes fell on Feng Qingyan.

There is only wonder in my heart, sir, he is truly a man from heaven.

At this time, Feng Qingyan stood at the highest point of the hillside with his hands behind his back, about three feet away from everyone.

He stared directly at the red sun, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The heavy fog transformed by Haoran's righteousness still shrouded the hillside and the former Sandalwood Academy. Although the morning reading had ended for a while, the fog did not dissipate for a long time.

It takes about as long as a cup of tea.

Feng Qingyan started his lecture directly, and what he lectured was "The Book of Songs".

The Book of Songs is one of the most important classics of Confucianism. All Confucian disciples must read the Book of Songs. If you can read the Book of Songs thoroughly and clearly, you will definitely have a smooth journey on the road to spiritual practice...

One "Analects of Confucius" can rule the world.

A "Book of Songs" will be released tomorrow.

As long as you understand the Book of Songs, you can understand the world, all things, heaven and earth...

This is the power of the Book of Songs.

What Feng Qingyan said was not profound, it was too profound, and they could not understand it at their current level.

As he spoke, white words still floated out of his mouth.

The mouth is vomiting greatness.

on the hill.

The students who were standing before they knew it sat down and listened carefully.

The look is relaxed, natural, and intoxicating.

Moreover, Feng Qingyan's voice was full of charm, as if it brought them back to ancient times, to the prosperous age of the philosophers...

as time goes by.

On the banks of the Weishui River, only Feng Qingyan is left, which is full of charm and contains a mighty voice.

It seemed that even the sound of wind and running water had stopped.

The water didn't flow, the birds didn't sing, and the animals didn't roar. They all lay on the ground and listened, with expressions on their faces that they seemed to understand but were enjoying immensely.

Although the wild beasts cannot understand it, to their ears, it is undoubtedly like the divine music of fairy music, which is extremely beautiful and makes them feel comfortable both physically and mentally.

The same is true for the people who come to watch the excitement.

He looked intoxicated.

They couldn't understand any great principles or read the Book of Songs, but they could understand the style of the poems.

Many puzzles in my heart seemed to have answers at this moment.

But the scholars and other literati were shocked, it turns out that this is the Book of Songs...

After Feng Qingyan's voice fell, scenes of ancient scenes seemed to appear in their minds, making them feel as if they had returned to the ancient customs.

Feng Qingyan's lectures are even more amazing than his morning reading.

His voice can penetrate the soul and make goosebumps all over the body.

One by one, the scholars broke through silently during his lectures, but they didn't know it and had been intoxicated by Feng Qingyan's voice.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have entered the world of The Book of Songs by Feng Qingyan's voice.

Everyone's heart trembled.

Feng Qingyan's lecture lasted an hour.

When he stopped, no one on the hillside was awake. Even the common people who had not read the book were immersed in the world of the Book of Songs.

You don’t need to be literate to appreciate the customs.

To understand the truth, you also don’t need to study.

Feng Qingyan looked around with a smile and then walked towards his thatched cottage.

After he left for a few moments, Ning Song and other students from the school woke up from the world of The Book of Songs. But the first thing they did when they woke up was shock, and then they were still shocked...

Is this a dream?

Just now, I seemed to be in a dream again.

It is still a dream of entering the world of The Book of Songs, extremely real.

At this moment, Ning Song and other students from the academy were stunned and could not recover for a long time.

When they came back to their senses, Feng Qingyan had long since disappeared, but they did not look for him in a hurry, but looked deeply at the students and people at the foot of the hillside.

"this……"

There was a scholar who wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't describe it. Then, he found that he had broken through. Finally, he had broken through.

He had not broken through the realm of morning reading and dream consciousness before.

Now it's finally broken.

He is a fifth-grade bachelor, and now he has entered the fourth grade. He is also very hopeful of entering the third grade and becoming a third-grade bachelor.

"Haha, I, I broke through again."

As time passed, students and people gradually woke up, and heard some scholars saying extremely excitedly.

Breaking through again.

This word "again" shows that he has also broken through before.

Now it actually broke through again, which shocked the surrounding scholars.

"Haha, I finally broke through, I finally became a scholar, Mingming, I finally became a scholar."

Some students said excitedly, crying with joy as they spoke.

Most of the people who came to watch the excitement felt physically and mentally relaxed, and the depression in their chests had long since dissipated.

It seemed like my whole body became relaxed.

"Who is this Mr. An? How could he let the students break through?" Some people asked with doubts on their faces, "Can this still be done? Look, how long has it been since they broke through one by one?"

"It's amazing."

"This Mr. An is so awesome."

"It would be great if my baby were here, maybe he could become a ninth-grade scholar."

The people were also talking a lot, and some looked quite excited.

"By the way, will Mr. An still read in the morning?"

"Will you still give lectures?"

"How long will Mr. An stay? Will he stay forever?"

The riverside suddenly became noisy.

"Hey, how can I see inside my chest? Ah? My heart is gone, it's over, it's over..." A commoner was stunned for a moment and worried, "No, why did my chest become a piece of ground? This is

how?"

"What?!"

"There is a piece of land in the chest? This, how is this possible?"
To be continued...