Chapter 157 White-haired Sword
"Second Master, Second Master!"
But on this morning, Sun Shaozong was stretching his muscles in the yard when he saw Zhao Zhongji rushing in and shouting in panic, "Master Bao from Rongguo Mansion is here!"
Then he stepped forward and lowered his voice and said, "Go and have a look. Master Bao's hands are covered in blood. I didn't dare to ask any more questions."
When Sun Shaozong heard this, he quickly put the golden ring knife back into the weapon rack and walked to the front hall in two steps.
As expected.
Jia Baoyu was seen standing in the center, his hands and body were covered with bloodstains, and his usually cheerful baby face looked unusually calm.
"you……"
Sun Shaozong couldn't help but blurt out, "You killed Lai Da yourself?!"
If this is true, Sun Shaozong would have to look at him with new eyes.
Jia Baoyu smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Then what's the matter with all this blood on you?"
When Jia Baoyu heard Sun Shaozong mention the blood on his body, his eyes became a little dazed, but he soon regained his clarity. He bowed deeply and said, "This is exactly why I came to find my second brother. Actually, just now..."
But it was more than half an hour ago.
Jia Baoyu walked out of the gate of the farm almost step by step. He saw two carriages in front of him, but there was no sign of Jiao Da. His heart gradually sank to the bottom.
The dying old man is really unreliable!
At this moment, a trembling figure suddenly appeared from behind the carriage that Lai Da was riding in. He rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Damn it, why are you walking so slowly? Grandpa Jiao's legs are almost unable to hold on!"
When Lai Da saw that it was him hiding behind the car, he subconsciously glanced at Jia Baoyu. He was a little suspicious at first, but then he was relieved - what tricks could this half-grown child and an eighty-year-old man play?
So he asked rudely: "Jiao Da, what are you doing here?"
"What? You want to take me back to live with you?"
Jiao Daman listened with his ears tilted, but slowly shook his head and said, "I will only go back to Ningguo Mansion, I will not go to your house."
This old thing!
Seeing that he couldn't even hear clearly, Lai Da was even more disdainful and stepped forward and shouted: "No one wants to take you home! I..."
Before Lai Da could finish his words, Jiao Da's body suddenly leaned forward and crashed into Lai Da's arms!
Lai Da's expression froze instantly, and then he grabbed Jiao Da's wrist and said in a loud voice: "You...you..."
Seeing that he was still able to struggle, Jiao Da pushed forward as if for his life, and the two of them fell to the ground like a pile of monks.
"what you do?!"
The servants in Rongguo Mansion finally reacted and rushed forward, some to support and some to tear the body apart.
"Who dares to touch me!"
Jiao Da raised his head and shouted, his voice was hoarse and low, and there was a hint of shortness of breath. Logically, it should have no deterrent effect at all, but those servants were as if they were under a spell of immobilization, and they stood there in strange shapes.
After a while, someone shouted, "Kill...kill people!"
All the slaves fled far away, tumbling and crawling.
It turned out that when Jiao Da raised his head, he revealed a dagger with a cold and shining light, and the tip of the dagger was slanted into Lai Da's heart!
“Save…save me…save me quickly!”
However, at this moment, Lai Da actually raised his head and wailed. It turned out that Jiao Da was old and weak after all, so even though he tried twice, he still failed to kill him!
"Damn it, this body is really useless."
Jiao Da cursed, steadying the dagger with his hand, raised his head high, and smashed it hard on the handle!
Phew~
The gushing blood immediately sprayed all over his head and face.
However, Lai Da was still alive. He stretched his neck like a sick chicken and shouted with all his might: "Dear Yi Zhong..."
Bang!
Another headbutt hit him!
Most of the energy in Lai Da's chest suddenly dissipated, and the roar at his mouth turned into a few intermittent murmurs: "Shop...butt..."
Bang!
The third header completely took away all of Lai Da's chances of survival.
Jiao Da was still worried, so he punched Lai Da twice more. Seeing that Lai Da didn't react at all, he panted and straightened his bruised forehead, laughing: "My dear grandson, when Grandpa Jiao killed people, your father was still breastfeeding!"
As he said this, he tried to struggle to stand up.
But when he stood up, he found that Lai Da's hand was still tightly grasping his wrist, and he couldn't break free no matter how many times he struggled.
Finally, he had to stop panting and called to Jia Baoyu, "Brother, come and help me."
Jia Baoyu saw that his old face, which looked like terraced fields, was still dripping with dirty blood, some of which had even flowed into his mouth, but he was still laughing heartily, like a devil crawling out of hell!
For a moment, he was so scared that he took two steps back, not to mention going forward to help.
A hint of loneliness and disappointment flashed across Jiao Da's eyes. He lowered his head silently and started fighting with the hand again.
At this time, there were more than twenty people standing at the gate of the farm, but it was surprisingly quiet.
Everyone was in a state of dismay, looking at the old man with white hair and beard, who was riding on Lai Da's body and trying his best to twist it. Even the confidants brought by Lai Da did not have the idea of going over to stop him.
After a long while, Jia Baoyu suddenly took a half step forward, then another half step, and finally rushed to Jiao Da with big strides, his eyes red and his teeth gritted, he stretched out his hand and pried open Lai Da's palm.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Jiao Da shook his wrist and suddenly burst into laughter. Seeing Baoyu was about to help him up, he pointed at the dagger and said, "That was a reward from Grandpa. Brother, keep it for me first."
Baoyu looked at the dagger deeply wedged into Lai Da's heart. His legs were shaking like a mountain, but he still slowly bent down, tremblingly grasped the dagger, and pulled it out violently...
Memories stop here.
Baoyu took out a dagger from his sleeve, stroking it in a trance, and said, "At that moment, I regretted it so much."
"regret?"
Sun Shaozong asked curiously, "Do you regret killing Lai Da?"
"No!"
Jia Baoyu suddenly raised his head and gritted his teeth, "I regret that I didn't kill him myself! The inheritance left by our ancestors should be protected by me, their grandson!"
Sun Shaozong stared at him for a long while, then suddenly laughed, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "It's not too late for you to understand now!"
After a pause, he continued, "Since Lai Da is dead, why did you come to see me?"
"Grandpa Jiao refused to hide."
Jia Baoyu then remembered the important matter and said hurriedly, "Please think of a way, brother, so as not to cause trouble to him again!"
So it was because of this.
Sun Shaozong's eyes rolled and he immediately asked, "How old is Mr. Jiao?"
Baoyu said uncertainly: "It seems...it seems that he is eighty-six years old."
"That's easy!"
Sun Shaozong laughed and said, "According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, anyone over eighty years old can be pardoned, except for treason!"
