Water Margin Ren Xia

As a historical novel, this book is written very realistically. It does not introduce ethnic plots, does not maliciously slander (such as Song Jiang), and does not open the harem indiscriminately. This is worthy of praise. As a time-travel novel, the common problem of this type of novel is that the protagonist is too "kind" and has a strong modern flavor, which is inevitably slightly inconsistent with the troubled times of ancient times; The author is obviously aware of this, but he just relies on his ability to construct stories with clear layers and his far-sighted cultural skills to downplay this point, which is really clever. As a Water Margin novel, to be honest, the author does have a hint of Zhong Er's passionate thoughts in the conception... For example, the group of Liangshan heroes that the protagonist has gathered seems a bit hasty; the nickname Ren Xia is very Zhong Er... But as mentioned above, the author's conception of the plot and control of the progress of the article are really superb. The degree of restoration of official historical figures and the author's own innovation made me praise him. He has a deep understanding of ancient people's livelihood, military and even political systems. These shining points alone can cover ten loopholes. After all, in today's online literature world where systematic literature dominates, who has the heart to delve into the Northern Song Dynasty? This shows the author's off-stage performance. In fact, I don't know much about the Northern Song Dynasty, and I haven't even read the original work of Water Margin. But this book is really worthy of my praise. I am a keyboard warrior. There are three factions of keyboard warriors in this world. One is the trolling faction, and the other is the aggressive faction. I am the third faction - the bragging faction. If you like it, praise me. Keyboard warriors don't need a reason~

After reading a few chapters, I don't understand. Wu Song is indeed a man. You won't kneel down and lick him, right? How can people who have traveled through the past, who are determined to turn the tide, kneel and lick like this? Have you gone back to ancient times to chase stars? Also, your time traveling through the past has changed too quickly. At least there must be a transition. There is not even a scene of amnesia. It is a 180-degree turn. A normal person would think it was haunted!

1 Memories I remember that the first time I read this book was two years ago. When I first started reading it, I was very impatient and gave up after a short time. Later, I searched for Water Margin and saw this book again. I started reading it in a strange way, and turned back to the chapters out of boredom, and suddenly found that the title of the following chapter was really exciting! I read the last chapter on a pirated version. At that time, it should have just been written that the heroes gathered together to decide their duties. Speaking of which, it has been such a long time, and I really missed it. I tried to read this book, and I have to admit that I read a pirated copy. However, I also want to be proud to say that I bought six to seven hundred chapters in reading just with the book coupons (shy and silly smile)... I'm still saving now. I'll use my two-day membership card on Sunday and buy at a discount (I'm such a clever little guy)... Because this is a really good book. 2 Thanks I have been reading online articles for many years, but there are almost no works that I can write down in my heart or engraved in my bones. Water Margin, this is the first one. I have somewhat forgotten when I fell in love with this book. Maybe it was the moment of surprise when I saw the author's smooth and clear words. Maybe it was the moment when I saw the author's wonderful description of martial arts that made my blood boil. Maybe it was the moment of admiration and admiration when I saw the author's solid literary and historical skills. I was deeply attracted by this work. That year, Zhu Jing fought on the battlefield and died brazenly... That year, Bian Xiang turned the tide and risked his life to attack the city... That year, I danced in the wind, drank blood, and slept in the loess... On that day, Han Cunbao's heart was cold and his teeth were cold, and he ended his life with passion... That day, Shi Wengong secretly had an obsession and settled his grudges with a fight... On that day, Li Shifu made a meritorious service to a foreign tribe and returned to his homeland with a single thought... That time, Chao Gai retired and returned to his hometown in Liangshan... That time, Yue Fei returned to Tangyin to teach talented people... That time, Hua Rong galloped on the battlefield to create China's glory again... That time, Li Jun accepted your order and went to the boundless sea... The talents of the ages, Liu Qi, Wu Lin, and Yang Yizhong, are still brilliant for Hua Xia Shu! The heroes of all ages, Lin Chong, Wu Song, and Lu Zhishen, still write legends for the history! The past of Water Margin and Liangshan will still shine for thousands of years. 3 End The rolling Yangtze River passes eastward The waves sweep away all the heroes Right or wrong, success or failure turns to nothing The green hills are still there Several degrees of sunset red White-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank Used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze Happy reunion over a pot of wine How many things happened in ancient and modern times Everyone is laughing and talking 4 hope I hope to see you, Yun Da. I only saw one of your replies, and it was deleted... To be honest, you have true Buddha nature. I once tried to join a book club, but no one paid attention to me? Also, I looked at the space of the group leader (hehe, it should be you), and in my imagination, you are still a rigorous, serious, personable, and bookish person. Then there is Yunda in the album: a young man from Northeast China. I woke up from the dream and my love was broken (bah). ... I hope to see your reply and let me, a loyal follower, feel warm! 5 Future No matter what, Ren Xia is almost over. Be sure to tell me about your next book after it is published. I'm afraid I won't find it in the future. I have been waiting with all my heart. After all, there are too few books on the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. I hope you will emerge as a new force~ Let me say it again: Don't forget our old troops! ! ! 6 Blessings I wish Yun Da a successful career, a smooth life, and a lifetime of happiness! I also wish all book friends a safe and happy life, and everything goes well! Goodbye everyone. But I must come back. I will always be waiting here!

I liked them quite a lot when I was a kid, but when I was older, I felt shuddering when I watched them. One Hundred and Eight Generals basically have mental illnesses, especially the part about asking Fang La to make me feel chilled every time I watch it.

I have read a lot of online articles about Water Margin, but most of them change the story of Song Jiang to the protagonist. After recruiting enough people, he will unify the country (haha). I think there are three good things about this book. 1. The characters are written very realistically, with flesh and blood, and some details in the original work are well grasped, especially some of the heroes among the three bandits in the original work. The psychological activities of each person are also very detailed, so that readers are not seeing a group of replicas. 2. This is also the most important point in my opinion, but there are sacrifices of heroes in the later period. In fact, most of them are ordinary people. Their ability does not mean that they are strong. Sacrifice can sublimate feelings, rather than a group of villains dying and the good guys being invincible. 3 The introduction to some history is very good. To be honest, I am not very familiar with some stories of ancient people. The introduction is really helpful for understanding. There are also some minor flaws that I think (I don't like it very much😊). The book has a common problem with Water Margin in the later stages. What is not written is that although the war scenes are very vivid, the description of the protagonist is less, which makes me... Slow down a bit. There are still dozens of chapters left to finish. Overall it's great. I hope the author can write many more good books. Come on (ง •̀_•́)ง

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Just like a real world. Zhu Jing, Qin Ming, Guan Sheng, Dong Ping, Zhai Jin, Yang Wen, Deng Yuanjue, Shan Shiqi, Han Cunbao... I didn't expect that so many hard-blooded men would die on this battlefield... Especially Zhu Jing, I have been deeply in love with this fierce and righteous hero since his sentence "The Xiao is surrendered but not the Song Dynasty". Every time he appears, my blood boils and I feel a real admiration in my heart. He is one of the people who has followed Xiao Tang for the longest time. He kills decisively and traverses the battlefield. He has never lost the unique sharpness of his blood knife in his life. He seems to have always had an indomitable momentum. But he died in the end. He fell in the northwest courtyard of the Han family, on the battlefield of the bloody battle with Wanyan Loushi and Wanyan Nianhan, and in the golden horse that he loved so much but could never return to. Was he swallowed by darkness? No, I don't think so, because he is a bloody knife, and he can definitely cut through the so-called darkness! I believe that Zhu Jing is immortal. I seemed to be deeply invested in this book. Salute, Zhu Jing! Salute, Haner! Salute, hero!

Ahhhhh, it's just because I can't stand the alphabetical place names.

As a modern person traveling through time, my IQ is not online! ! !

Awesome! Kick away the scum in the Water Margin!