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According to what High Lord Devil Dao said, he was once a disciple personally chosen by the Storm Sect to bring the rain records out of the Storm Sect. This was a heaven-shaking piece of news; no matter how much this Hai Dongqing drank, it was hard to believe.

But, there was nothing wrong with speaking this way. When these wandering martial artists were all killed, all they could do was hide and scatter. But now that they dared to come onstage, besides the four Protectors, this had nothing to do with the formidable High Lord.

But just what did Demon Lord use to make the four protectors of the demonic path willing to help him? Where did his martial arts come from? Hai Dongqing had already seen this speculation of his by many people. After today's explanation, it was reasonable.

High Lord Devil Dao also said that besides the four Protectors, there was another Hai Dongqing who knew about this.

The Devil Dao was controlled by the Devil Dao High Lord. They were the protectors, presidents, supervisors, deacons, and members, and they were normally disrespectful and disrespectful to each other. Only when they carried out missions would they be divided into higher and lower levels.

Witches didn't like being bound by too many rules. The formation of the Witch Dao was something they liked. Such a system was one of the most important reasons.

After High Lord Devil Dao, Hai Dongqing also had a general understanding of the situation, but he still maintained his skeptical attitude the entire time. He believed that the rain from the record was still in the hands of High Lord Devil Dao. Wouldn't that mean that the Great Master was his martial brother?

"I've told you so much. It's because I saw that you're extremely talented and your personality is lovable, I intentionally wanted to take you in as my disciple to teach you how to use the Rain Record." High Lord Devil Dao said in all seriousness.

Hai Dongqing's eyes widened as he heard this. This was simply inconceivable. High Lord Devil Dao had taken him in as a disciple? One must know that the last big boss who wanted to take him in as a disciple was unable to run away and win.

"The person who said that last time ran away." It was obvious that the gyrfalcon's wine hadn't awakened yet. He smiled foolishly at the High Lord, not caring about etiquette.

"Are you that powerful?" The High Lord looked at the drunk gyrfalcon with interest.

"Heh, it's not like you want to know who I am!" The gyrfalcon said proudly.

"But I don't know what running means." The High Lord stood with his hands behind his back. The aura of a master made even the drunk gyrfalcon a bit dazed.

"I'll tell you!" The gyrfalcon leaned towards High Lord Devil Dao as he smiled.

Immortal Drunken Wine pulled him away. What was with this fellow? What was with him?

"Do you agree?" High Lord Devil Dao smiled as he asked.

"Haha, that's impossible! I will never in my life join any evil ways!" Hai Dongqing giggled and waved her finger in front of her face.

"Who did you say was unorthodox?" High Lord Devil Dao suddenly turned solemn as he stared at Hai Dongqing and asked.

"Isn't the Path of Demon?" The gyrfalcon waved his hand behind him and walked out of the residence. When the High Lord saw this, he kicked the gyrfalcon out of the residence with a gloomy face.

"Drunken Protector, bring that person away!"

"Yes!" Immortal Drunken Wine cupped his fists as he walked out of the mansion. He then carried the gyrfalcon, who was stuck on the ground, to the saddle.

The next day, the gyrfalcon woke up from his room at the tavern. Immortal Drunken Wine was drinking wine at the side.

He thought to himself, I just took a sip yesterday, why did I get drunk?

Immortal Drunken Wine looked at the gyrfalcon who was lying by the window in disdain, then continued to drink.

The gyrfalcon lay back on the bed, feeling hollowed out and aching all over his body.

"Remember yesterday?" Immortal Drunken Wine looked towards Hai Dongqing and asked.

"I remember." The gyrfalcon stood up and nodded. Thinking back to yesterday, it was a shame for him, but at the same time, he was impressed by his own courage.

"Since you remember, then you should know that I'm from the Devil Dao right?" Immortal Drunken Wine put down his wine cup and said to the gyrfalcon.

"Got it." The gyrfalcon nodded.

"Then I hope you won't tell what you know."

Hearing Immortal Drunken Wine's words, the gyrfalcon nodded. As Immortal Drunken Wine said this, he turned around and picked up his sword. After finishing his wine, he pushed the door open and prepared to leave.

"Where is Mister Drunken Wine going?" The gyrfalcon quickly stood up. He could see a strange feeling from Immortal Drunken Wine's expression and actions.

"Their paths are different, and they are completely unrelated to each other." After speaking, Immortal Drunken Wine resolutely left.

The gyrfalcon followed suit quickly. After walking out of the tavern, he walked to Immortal Drunken Wine's side and said, "Mister Drunken Wine, I said I drank too much yesterday. Do you believe me?"

"I knew you were drunk!" Immortal Drunken Wine suddenly smiled and said as he slapped Hai Dongqing's head.

When the gyrfalcon saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched. Ever since he first saw Immortal Drunken Wine, other than feeling that he was cool, he didn't think that he was a proper person.

One of them was riding a horse, the other was riding a donkey, one was carrying two swords, one was carrying a sword, one was drinking wine, and the other was remaining silent as they walked in the direction of the Ocean Viewing Sect.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the gyrfalcon suddenly recalled that Immortal Drunken Wine's swordsmanship had been taught by his father, Li Xianfeng. Was there a connection between his swordsmanship and his sword intent?

Even though he thought this way, he didn't know how to explain it to Immortal Drunken Wine so that he could confirm his thoughts.

When night fell, the two slept in a tavern. Because of Hai Dongqing's curiosity, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. After drinking, Immortal Drunken Wine could only sleep soundly.

Finally, the gyrfalcon couldn't sleep anymore until midnight. He stood up and took the risk of getting beaten up by Immortal Drunken Wine.

As expected, Immortal Drunken Wine slapped Hai Dongqing hard across the face, causing Hai Dongqing to lose his head in shock.

The gyrfalcon was angry. Why was this guy getting heavier and heavier each time?

Thus, he ran to the back of the tea table, gently placed the table down, picked up the teacup and threw it towards Immortal Drunken Wine. Immortal Drunken Wine caught the cup and threw it towards the wall behind Hai Dongqing. The cup bounced back and smashed onto the head of the gyrfalcon.

The gyrfalcon felt like he was going crazy. He wanted to shout at Immortal Drunken Wine, "Look at you, you're not paying attention today. Just say whatever you want to say."

With that, Immortal Drunken Wine turned his body over. At first, Hai Dongqing didn't know whether he was speaking in his sleep or in the truth, but he was willing to give it his all.

"Mister Drunken Wine, I want you to teach me your swordsmanship." The gyrfalcon lowered his head, blushing.

Ah ~ This is the first time I've seen you speak with such care. Alright, you have to be clear about the principle of not biting off more than you can chew. After that, it is very possible that you will train in the records of the Rain Clan. Immortal Drunken Wine sat up, rubbing his eyes as he spoke in a sleepy voice.

"I think your sword technique should be related to my sword intent, so …" After the gyrfalcon finished, he bit his lips and said.

"Alright then!" We'll talk about it tomorrow! " After Immortal Drunken Wine said this, he fell back asleep. The gyrfalcon was excited, but also felt that this Mister Drunken Wine was a bit unreliable.