Feng Ziyu felt like she was running into a truck - one second she was complaining about "the cliches of time-travel dramas are outdated", the next second her face was covered with the sound of horns, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already stuck on the slope of a field in Runzhou, Northern Song Dynasty.
There was freshly plowed wet mud at his feet, and the sweatshirt with anime patterns on it looked like an out-of-place patch against the surrounding sparse farmland and dilapidated huts. I was staring at the cattle in the distance in a daze when I heard a "ding" in my head: The Three Kingdoms system has been bound and can call people.
It's not a great start, so it's just a place with no front and no store. But he thought that if he could call people from the Three Kingdoms to the Water Margin world, and then attract some heroes from Liangshan, he would be able to liven up his life.
From being a confused passerby on the edge of the field, to collecting points to summon civil servants and generals, and then having a few bowls of wine with Wu Song and Lin Chong, Feng Ziyu led two groups of ruthless men with different styles, fighting all the way from Jiangnan to Bianliang.
When I look back, I see that the fallen earth slope has long disappeared, and at my feet is the Jinluan Palace of the new dynasty - who said that dragon chairs cannot grow from the earthen rubbish in troubled times? He wanted to try.
