March fifteenth.

The sky had just turned white, and the rows of bamboo buildings along the river were lit up one after another. At this moment, all the students were busy washing or eating breakfast...

"Master, it's dawn, get up."

"I'll sleep a little longer."

"Master, today is the fifteenth day. It is the day for Mr. An's morning reading and lectures. If you arrive late, there will be no place for you."

"fifteen?"

The student suddenly jumped out of bed.

Mr. An’s morning readings and lectures are only twice a month. Who would miss it?

In the past three years, I don’t know how many students have broken through just because they listened to Mr. An’s morning readings and lectures.

There are also people who have broken through several realms in a row.

Even a quasi-confucian scholar has traveled thousands of miles to come here.

Every time Mr. An reads and lectures in the morning, countless students will break through, which shocks the world of the Song Dynasty again and again, and makes the entire literary world of the Song Dynasty eclipse. Now every time Mr. An reads and lectures in the morning, countless people will come to see him.

Later, the county town dozens of miles away almost became an empty city...

There were tens of thousands of literati from all over the country.

There are tens of thousands of students.

If the number of people who come to join in the fun is included, the number has already exceeded 100,000, and may reach 200,000 at the most.

On every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, the banks of the Weishui River are extremely lively.

Just like a street market.

Although the place where Mr. An reads and lectures in the morning is still the same place as before, the appearance has changed drastically. It has become high-end, grand and classy. Moreover, the flowers, plants and trees in these places are thriving, full of vitality and incomparable even in winter.

Lush.

Not only do the plants and trees grow fast and wonderfully, but even the flowers bloom brightly and beautifully.

At this moment, there were already students taking up positions on the lawn at the foot of the hillside.

There are also some servants who started to occupy positions here yesterday evening. After all, the position under the hillside is limited and belongs to the center of the inner circle. Moreover, the lawn under the hillside is only so big and can seat up to a thousand people.

.

But how many students come to attend the class?

Tens of thousands!

Including the common people, the number is more than 100,000.

Fortunately, Mr. An's voice can travel tens of thousands of miles. Even in the academy town, Mr. An's lectures can be clearly heard.

But the center position is always the center position.

Generally speaking, everyone has acquiesced that only those scholars who have opened up the world in their minds are qualified to enter the lawn.

The frontmost position at the bottom of the hillside requires a bachelor's level.

On the hillside, you need a quasi-great scholar.

Others can only be outside the lawn, or in distant places such as the other side.

In these places, there are flowers, trees, and other buildings. It is difficult to see the hillside, and it is even harder to see Mr. An.

"Young Master, today is the fifteenth day, which is the day for Mr. An's morning reading and lectures."

In a certain bamboo building, a servant called Ji Lun.

"roll!"

Ji Lun shouted angrily.

The servant looked embarrassed because Ji Lun had told him last night to wake him up. But now...

"Little Lord……"

The servant had no choice but to continue calling.

"What does Mr. An's lecture have to do with me, Guilun? I'm not one of those bookworms..."

"But young master..."

"roll!"

"Little Lord……"

However, at this time, the surrounding bamboo buildings were very noisy. Ji Lun, who had been awakened, could not sleep anymore, and his face became angry.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter.

From the surrounding bamboo buildings, students kept coming down in a hurry and heading towards the hillside.

"Brother Xian, this is the first time Brother Yu has come to the academy. I wonder what rules need to be followed to listen to Mr. An's lectures?"

Some students were quite excited and looking forward to it, and some nervously asked their classmates.

"Rules? Listening to Mr. An's lecture, there are no rules." The companion thought for a while and said, "Oh, by the way, generally only scholars can enter the lawn..."

"How long does it take for Mr. An to read and lecture in the morning?"

"Mr. An usually reads in the morning within half an hour, and lectures for one to two hours."

"How was Mr. An's lecture? What will he lecture this time?"

"How about the lecture?"

The companion seemed stunned for a moment, then said: "Every time Mr. An finishes his lecture, dozens of people will break through immediately, and hundreds of people will break through within three months..."

"Are there really so many people breaking through?"

The student couldn't help but be shocked. Although he heard it not once or twice, he still couldn't believe it, "Mr. An's lectures are really so good?"

"Oh, when you listen to Mr. An's lectures, you will know what is enlightening and enlightening." The companion said with some pride, and then added, "Every time Mr. Zhi An talks, he will not say it in advance.

However, every time Mr. An reads in the morning, he only reads the Book of Songs..."

At this moment, he looked back at the student and couldn't help but exclaimed: "As long as you listen to Mr. An read the Book of Songs once, you will be immersed in the world of the Book of Songs. Mr. An's voice is full of charm, like a saint

As he was reciting, Ling's soul was beating along with it..."

"So exaggerated?"

"Exaggeration? No, no, no, this is not an exaggeration. Mr. An's recitation is more amazing than what I said. Once you hear it once, you may never forget it..."

"Never forget it?"

"right!"

The young man nodded, closed his eyes at this moment, and said: "As long as you close your eyes and think carefully, the sound of Mr. An's reading will sound like it is ringing in your ears. Moreover, every time you think about it, you will gain some understanding of the Book of Songs...

"

The sky is getting brighter and brighter.

In front of and behind the young man were the literati rushing to the hillside.

When they arrived, the lawn was already full of people, and there was almost nowhere to stay. But after all, they had opened up a world in their hearts and were qualified to enter the lawn.

All we can do is squeeze together.

On the other side of the river, there are people standing on tiptoe to look out, and there are also many vendors pushing carts and carrying burdens to sell...

On the hillside.

The Seventh Princess, Ning Song and others were already waiting there.

"Meet Mr. An."

"Meet Mr. An."

When Feng Qingyan appeared, the literati sitting around stood up to greet him. Feng Qingyan nodded and began to read in the morning...

Or the Book of Songs.

When his voice sounded, a mighty righteousness rose from heaven to earth.

The vast righteousness was like the coming of a heavy fog, covering an area ten miles away, which was extremely astonishing.

After about half an hour, he stopped.

At this moment, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest. Many students who woke up quickly went to solve their personal problems. After all, Mr. An will give lectures for one to two hours...

but.

The students who heard the morning reading for the first time were dumbfounded and extremely shocked.

It seemed that my soul was resonating, and my body was trembling uncontrollably.

First, the sound of Mr. An’s reading was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, which was deafening and made people feel goosebumps all over their bodies; second, there were more than one student who really made a breakthrough on the spot...

Even the proud Ji Lun was dumbfounded. He actually had an impulse in his heart to give up the piano and follow the text. Fortunately, he held back and woke up in time, otherwise he might have abandoned the piano and followed the text.
To be continued...