Zhao Rui was a little confused and looked at what his knife was doing for no reason.
Suddenly, he suddenly realized that this was Dongliang's King's Sword.
As a Dongliang person, I definitely have a heartfelt respect for this knife.
Zhao Rui didn't say anything more and directly handed over the long knife. Anyway, with his current skill, he could easily take it back.
Fan Hu took the knife excitedly and carefully pulled it out.
"King Yu's Sword, it's really King Yu's Sword! This sword has disappeared for sixty years. Where did you get it?"
Zhao Rui did not shy away from it: "It was given to me personally by King Jingtian!"
Fan Hu was as stiff as a stone statue, his eyes dull.
"It's impossible. King Jingtian died on his way to conquer Rongdi sixty years ago! How could he hand it over to you personally?"
"Hmph!" Zhao Rui raised his hand and took back the King Yu Sword: "Who said King Jingtian is dead? He was just killed by a traitor and trapped under a cliff and couldn't get out."
Fan Hu plopped down and knelt on the ground. To be precise, he was kneeling down to worship King Yu's sword.
"Sure enough, King Jingtian was assassinated! Sixty years ago, he made a long-distance raid to save the Northern Zhao Kingdom. This was his desperate order. Even if he died, future generations would have to complete it. But the vanguard army had just entered
Liang Guo, his old man died suddenly, and the army also returned inexplicably!"
Zhao Rui was a little confused: "Who are you? As far as I know, it is impossible for people from Dongliang to appear in such a place."
Fan Hu calmed down and suddenly raised his head.
"First tell me why King Jingtian gave you this knife and where his old man is now!"
Zhao Rui half-crouched on the ground, King Yu's sword slightly unsheathed.
The identity of Fan Hu in front of him must be extraordinary, so there is no harm in telling him the real situation. Even if this guy has bad intentions, Zhao Rui is sure to kill him.
"My name is Zhao Rui, the Zhao of Northern Zhao. It was my ancestor who King Jingtian led his troops to save sixty years ago, and I am also the only prince alive in the former Northern Zhao! Except for this King Yu sword, before his death, King Jingtian
He also left me a letter of credence and a national seal, asking me to be the leader of Dongliang and change the current situation in the country!"
Fan Hu's eyes were filled with despair: "The old man is still gone!"
After a long time, he suddenly looked up.
"Where are the credential and the national seal? Can you show them to me?"
Zhao Rui looked at Fan Hu calmly and took out a jade pendant from his body.
"Both of these things are in Dashang Imperial City. If you want to see them, you have to follow me there! But I still have a jade pendant on me, which was also left to me by King Jingtian."
It was a jade pendant with an extremely strange color. It looked inky black, but it exuded a faint purple light.
In the middle of the jade pendant, the word "Liang" is written in Dongliang Kingdom's unique symbolic text, and behind it are the words "Tianzuo".
This is indeed the personal jade pendant of King Jingtian.
Fan Hu looked at the jade pendant and his body trembled violently.
"My subordinate, Fan Hu, a descendant of the Dongliang Kingdom's Hu Benjun, is here to meet the Lord!"
Zhao Rui's pupils suddenly dilated. When they were at the bottom of the cliff, King Jingtian did tell him about the Tiger Ben Army.
They were the personal guards of the Lord of Dongliang. Although there were only eight thousand people, they were the best among the best.
Seventy years ago, because they were afraid of the existence of the Dongliang Kingdom, the Southern Qi, Jiang Wu, Baiyue, and Lu Zhou Kingdoms gathered an army of 600,000 to destroy Dongliang in one fell swoop.
Unexpectedly, he was defeated by these eight thousand people!
From then on, all the princes in the world no longer dared to take advantage of the Dongliang Kingdom.