Immediately, everyone gathered together and arrived at a library called Tianxu Pavilion.

Tianxu Pavilion is three stories high. In the attic, there are records of paintings, paintings and poems written by many ancient scholars.

The most famous among them are the "Lanting Preface" by the ancient calligrapher Wang Xizhi, and the "Luo Shen Fu Tu" by the ancient painter Gu Kaizhi.

At the same time, King Luo Bin couldn't help but have a look of pride on his face, and said: "Eighth Prince, I have long heard that you are talented in both literary and military skills. Your calligraphy and paintings are unparalleled in the world, and your ability to write poems is not inferior to that of famous poets."

Holy Master, your literary talent is not inferior to that of the ancient Confucian! Today, I would like to learn from you!"

"Oh? Literary fight or physical fight?"

Hearing this, Li Chengfeng became excited.

This is the first time he has heard that someone wants to compete with him in literary and martial arts? Is this King Luo Bin not aware of my reputation as the number one prodigy of the Tang Dynasty?

On the other hand, Kong Xu, who was next to King Luo Bin, spoke hurriedly and said: "Of course it's a literary fight. When it comes to a military fight, no one among us can be your opponent!"

You must know that Li Chengfeng once led his army to defeat the Turks and Tubo on his own, and then ushered in the current prosperous age.

When it comes to military force, even Li Jing, Qin Qiong and others are ashamed of themselves.

So how could they dare to fight with Li Chengfeng? They all asked for a fight.

Since these Shanxi scholars are not convinced by him, Li Chengfeng can just show off his talents and convince them of their defeat.

At the same time, Li Chengfeng also needs to collect time and space fragments. As long as he collects the remaining fragments, maybe he can really open a time and space tunnel and travel back to the current society.

Thinking about this, Li Chengfeng felt even happier.

"Well, as the saying goes, if you study martial arts without studying literature, you will be a Tang Dynasty person in vain. If you study literature without studying martial arts, you will be a 250-year-old. Look at you, although you have a little talent, you all look sick and sick, and you have to struggle to kill a chicken.

Let alone go to the battlefield to kill the enemy!"

"What? You..."

King Luo Bin immediately turned red with Li Chengfeng's arrogance.

"Ding, the anger from King Luo Bin has a naughty value of 999!"

The system's voice announcement came, and Li Chengfeng couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

It is no joke that he was the number one bully in the Tang Dynasty and the number one bully king in the Tang Dynasty. You know, he once made Wei Zheng vomit blood and scolded Changsun Wuyi until his head was bloody in the court hall.

King Luo Bin suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "Humph, what the Eighth Prince said is wrong. No matter when and where, culture and literature are always the foundation of a country. Without literati like us writing poems and lyrics, the history of the dynasty will definitely be ruined.

We are inferior by three points. Although we are not very good at using force, we can still use the pen as a blade and the paper as a knife to complain about the harmful things done by those evil nations and pass them down through the ages for future generations to observe and criticize them!"

"Okay, that's well said. I agree with King Luo Bin's point of view!"

"That's right, I agree! Who says that our civilized force is not worth it? But our spiritual force is not weak at all!"

"Hmph, if we happen to be in troubled times, I can turn my pen into a sword and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. The style of our literati will definitely not be inferior to those of those generals!"

King Luo Bin's words immediately ignited the atmosphere in the audience, and all Shanxi literati clapped their hands and applauded.

"Wrong, wrong!"

However, Li Chengfeng waved his little hand and denied King Luo Bin's remarks.

Everyone was surprised and wondering, what could a child under ten years old know?

And Li Chengfeng continued: "In prosperous times, civil servants are the same as military generals in troubled times. I can still agree with this sentence! After all, a country's culture can also represent the strength of a country, but if it happens to be troubled times, the literati are just the fish and meat on the chopping board.

People are just slaughtering people, and military generals are the heroes who defend the country and the people. What you say about using a pen as a blade will make people laugh to death. Do you really think that you can go to the battlefield and kill the enemy with a pen? You won't die.

Know how to die!"

"hiss……"

Li Chengfeng's words immediately made all the guests present take a breath, and no one refuted it, because what Li Chengfeng said was right.

It's not that Li Chengfeng has any prejudice against literati. On the contrary, he also particularly likes the poetry and style of those literati in ancient times. But when the war comes, how can literati compare with military generals? How about their mouths? What they get on the battlefield?

Knife or mouth?

King Luo Bin also turned pale at Li Chengfeng's rebuke and was speechless. He immediately snorted coldly and said: "Hmph, when King Tianjun comes, you and I will compare our literary talents and see who has higher literary talents!"

"Okay, come on then!"

After saying that, Li Chengfeng simply ignored these scholars and started to visit Tianxu Pavilion.

There are three floors in Tianxu Pavilion. The first floor is for literati to recite poems and write poems, the second floor is for painting and calligraphy, and the third floor is for dignitaries to appreciate the scenery and cultivate their sentiments.

Li Chengfeng went up and walked around and found a lot of ancient literati's crops. If these things were placed in the 21st century, they would be quite explosive cultural relics.

"Brother Feng'er, when are we going back to the capital? I want to go back to see Erbai and Dahong, and I want to go back and play with sister Jinyang. I also want to eat the steamed cakes made by the boss lady Fan Meng!"

Next to Li Chengfeng, Princess Li Lizhi of Changle rubbed her sleepy eyelids and yawned, as if she didn't sleep well last night.

Li Chengfeng said: "Don't worry, Sister Changle, we can go back after I settle the matter with the Shanxi County Prince!"

"Ah? Isn't there going to be another war? Since they intend to rebel, just ask General Li Jing to lead his army to flatten this place!"

Li Lizhi muttered.

Li Chengfeng said: "This is different. This is a cultural war between literati, not an ordinary villain's rebellion. If we ask people to kill them all, it will be a lack of history and culture in the Tang Dynasty, which will make people feel distressed!"

Li Chengfeng looked distressed. After all, this place is also a land of literati and talented people, and it has also left a strong cultural color in history. If they are all wiped out, it will be a loss of history and culture. By then, the thickness of primary school textbooks will be

At least half the size.

Especially this King Luo Bin, whose culture is even more outstanding. He has written hundreds of poems, each of which is a masterpiece. He can be said to be one of the strongest cultural poets in the history of the Tang Dynasty. Of course Li Chengfeng did not want to kill him, but wanted to persuade them to give up using culture to

The idea of ​​resisting the imperial court. If Li Chengfeng hadn't dissuaded him, Li Shimin would have sent troops to wipe out these Shanxi literati long ago. How could he have allowed them to act so randomly?

"Prince Tianjun has arrived!"

Suddenly a high-pitched sound sounded, and it was the King Tianjun of Shanxi who came.

At random, countless literati came forward to welcome the arrival of the prince that day.

I saw a man with a majestic look, dressed in brocade clothes and jade sleeves, slowly coming forward. Behind him were a group of guards with swords. On his left, there was an old man with a white beard.

The old man looked serious and dignified, quite Confucian in style.

"King Luo Bin pays homage to King Tianjun!"

"Kong Xu pays homage to King Tianjun!"
Chapter completed!