Chapter 68: Should I join the Martial Suppression Division?

"This……"

Chen Mu paused. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and explained, "Of course I guessed! At your age, little Tutu, don't you all have to go to school?"

He couldn't say he knew because he had been listening to Zhao Fuzhou’s self-talk from afar.

"Sigh~"

Long Tutu sighed, looking distressed, "I don't want to go to school. School is so boring; there are no pigs to watch being slaughtered."

As she spoke, she showed a look of longing, "If only there were classes on pig slaughtering."

"……" Chen Mu was speechless.

There was indeed a legacy of pig slaughterers.

But with Long Tutu’s status, could she go and learn this kind of low-class craft?

Moreover, the little girl just liked watching, not doing the slaughtering herself.

Thinking of this.

Chen Mu coughed lightly and changed the subject, "Then when are you leaving? I’ll prepare some gifts for you."

"No need, no need."

Long Tutu waved her hand, "We are friends; no need to give gifts. I’m leaving early tomorrow morning, going through the west city gate."

"Okay, I’ll see you off tomorrow morning." Chen Mu nodded, "It’s because we are friends that I must give a gift. Got it! I thought of a gift you’ll definitely like!"

Having said that, he invited Long Tutu to sit down and wait a moment.

"What gift?" Long Tutu was curious.

"It’ll be ready soon."

Chen Mu turned to find a piece of hardwood, then took out his loot, the dagger that could cut iron like mud, and carved on the wood.

This non-special skill he had just mastered was highly skilled; even using a dagger, he could carve flowers out of wood.

After a few strokes, a wooden carving in the shape of a little pig appeared in his hand.

The little pig was not a pig on all fours, but Peppa!

"Wow~"

Long Tutu’s eyes lit up, and she happily took it, playing with it in her hands.

"Old Chen, thanks! Haha, this little pig is so cute. This is a little pig, right?"

"It’s a little pig." Chen Mu smiled and said, "It’s called…… you can give it a name."

Peppa or something was too Western; since it was a gift for Long Tutu, she should name it herself.

"Let’s call it Little Zhu!"

Long Tutu’s little face bloomed with a smile.

Chen Mu had no objections. Watching Long Tutu laughing happily, he nodded secretly.

Only at this time did the little girl reveal her childlike side.

Before, she had always pretended to be like an adult, calling him Old Chen, Old He.

……

The next day, just as the sky brightened.

Chen Mu rushed outside the west city gate.

After waiting for a while, an ordinary carriage drove out.

The person driving the carriage was a rugged-looking, muscular man whose aura was faint and indistinct, perfect and without leaks.

Innate?

Just as he was surprised, the carriage stopped in front of Chen Mu. Long Tutu lifted the curtain of the window and waved at Chen Mu, "Old Chen, you really came. I said no need to see me off, but you insisted on coming. Really."

She complained with her mouth, but her face was full of smiles, and her watery eyes were full of joy.

"Of course I had to come."

Chen Mu smiled and handed over a package, "After this parting, I don't know when we’ll meet again. The package contains some snacks and fruits; eat them slowly on the road."

"I didn't eat breakfast, thanks!"

Long Tutu happily took the package, opened it, picked up a snack, and put it in her mouth. While eating, she said, "Old Chen, don't worry, I’ll come back here when I’m on vacation. Provided Old Zhao can keep his position and not be demoted or transferred elsewhere."

"Stinky girl, you’re hoping I get demoted, aren't you?"

A clear voice sounded. Zhao Fuzhou got off the carriage, stood to the side, and scolded with a smile.

Afterward, he bowed to Chen Mu, "Brother Chen!"

"Greetings, Lord Zhao!" Chen Mu bowed in return.

This was Chen Mu’s first time seeing Zhao Fuzhou. He was over 1.8 meters tall, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and sharp facial features.

He was not wearing the red fire uniform of the Martial Suppression Division guard, but just an ordinary azure long gown. There was no aura wrapping around his body; if one had to say, it was that the whole person exuded a sense of laziness.

"What Lord? You are Tutu’s friend; call me Brother Zhao, or Old Zhao is fine." Zhao Fuzhou said easily.

"Just call him Old Zhao!" Long Tutu echoed.

"……Brother Zhao is older than me; I’d better call you Brother Zhao." Chen Mu smiled.

"That works too."

Zhao Fuzhou’s bright eyes scanned Chen Mu carefully, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Chen Mu’s heart skipped a beat.

Was he discovered?

Chen Mu controlled his outward cultivation to the fifth stage of the Acquired Realm.

But Zhao Fuzhou’s glance probably saw through his true realm: ninth stage of the Acquired Realm!

"The journey is long; Tutu, you can set off now."

Zhao Fuzhou withdrew his gaze and looked at Long Tutu, saying, "Uncle Gu, I’ll have to trouble you for the rest of the journey. Tutu, you must listen to Uncle Gu, you know?"

"Don't worry, Son-in-law; this old man will definitely send the little miss home safely." In the spacious carriage, an old man with half-black and half-white hair and a spirited appearance bowed respectfully to Zhao Fuzhou.

Afterward, he looked at Chen Mu and bowed.

Chen Mu hurriedly bowed in return.

The aura on this old man was much more obvious, like an abyss or the sea, unfathomable!

"Hmph~ I’m not a three-year-old child."

Long Tutu hummed, ignored Zhao Fuzhou, and waved at Chen Mu, "Leaving, Old Chen, see you later!"

"See you later, have a safe trip."

Chen Mu waved, watching the carriage slowly leave.

"This girl, small person but big ghost; there’s no one in the family she’s afraid of."

Zhao Fuzhou also stood by the side of the road, watching the carriage leave, shaking his head and smiling.

"Tutu is smart and clever, sincere and cute; it’s very rare." Chen Mu echoed.

"Smart is smart, just disrespectful."

Zhao Fuzhou scolded with a smile, then looked at Chen Mu and said directly, "Do you want to join the Martial Suppression Division?"

Ah?

Chen Mu was startled, "If Brother Zhao is……"

"It has nothing to do with Tutu."

Zhao Fuzhou interrupted and explained, "Your cultivation and ability are qualified to join the Martial Suppression Division."

Damn!

Sure enough, Zhao Fuzhou knew about reporting the Eternal Life Sect stronghold and the Guo family hiding Carefree Pills.

His true realm was also seen through!

Joining the Martial Suppression Division was naturally a good thing; one could say the future was boundless.

How many rogue martial artists wanted to join but weren't qualified or had no way in?

But Chen Mu didn't want to be an ordinary Martial Suppression Division guard.

"Thanks, Brother Zhao!"

Taking a deep breath, Chen Mu bowed first, then looked directly at Zhao Fuzhou and said seriously, "May I ask Brother Zhao, what does it take to become an Inspection Envoy?"

The Martial Suppression Division’s Inspection Envoy was not the Supervisory Envoy that Guan Tong had made up.

This was a position specifically for monitoring internal personnel of the Martial Suppression Division, holding real power, with an official status issued by the Great Zhou Imperial Court, possessing a rank!

Ordinary Martial Suppression Division guards needed to complete missions, catch criminals, and solve cases, running around everywhere.

Inspection Envoys didn't need to; they could choose a place and watch secretly.

The key was that they could look at intelligence information whenever they wanted!

This was the place Chen Mu liked; intelligence could be read at will, and people didn't need to run around; wherever a murder case was discovered, he could just go there directly.

The Martial Suppression Division’s intelligence system was not something the Great Blade Gang’s Foreign Affairs Hall could compare to.

That was a massive organization with countless people serving it.

……

"You want to be an Inspection Envoy?"

Zhao Fuzhou was startled when he heard this, then laughed, "You really are qualified to be one."

"However……"