Chapter 339 Three Plus One Mistakes

A strong wind filled his eardrums, and Fu Cang's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and then a figure broke through the window and headed towards his front door.

Fu Cang's eyebrows turned cold, and the murderous look in his eyes flashed away. The brush in his hand turned into a hidden weapon and shot towards the person who came. The person turned his head and dodged past him. With a thud, the pen stick was inserted straight into the wall with a strong force. It makes the brush vibrate and buzz slightly.

Ink splattered on the ground at one end of the soft bristles.

Even the rice paper laid out in front of me while I was copying had a drop of ink splashed on it, which looked particularly dazzling on the white paper.

The air seemed to become quiet for a moment.

The visitor stood still in the room, and Fu Cang's eyes fell on his face. He was about forty years old and looked calm and reserved. He was a master who kept his secrets to himself.

Fucang vaguely felt that the opponent must be a shadow guard. The skills and reactions just now were most common among well-trained shadow guards.

But there are very few shadow guards who can still maintain such skills when they are around forty years old.

Looking away from the brush embedded in the wall, the man looked at Fucang silently, and Fucang looked at him without saying a word. Their eyes met, and an unpleasant atmosphere slowly fermented in the air.

The middle-aged man nodded silently, then slowly turned around and walked out of the door.

"Wait a minute." Fu Cang already understood what was going on. Seeing that he was about to leave, he spoke in time, "Can you get the pen back for me?"

The man turned to look at him, and for a moment, he looked at the brush embedded in the wall: "What if I don't?"

Fu Cang frowned.

"You have already made three mistakes." The man said calmly, "A fourth mistake will have no impact."

With that said, he walked away.

Fu Cang pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, staring at the rice paper in front of him that was stained with ink. Thinking about what he said, he had indeed made three mistakes.

The mind cannot be distracted.

The handwriting cannot be messy.

Keep the rice paper clean and tidy.

The only thing that wasn't a foul was that Zamabu's posture was fairly stable. When the opponent broke through the window just now, he just raised his hand and threw the brush in his hand without moving his body.

But……

Fu Cang frowned, how could he copy without the pen in his hand?

There are no extra pens on the desk. If you want to get the brush back by yourself, you have to get up and walk over.

Therefore, it became impossible to keep the body still.

Fucang hesitated for only a moment, then got up and came back with the brush.

The rice paper stained with ink could no longer be used. Fu Cang did not hesitate to throw away the half-copied rice paper, took out a new piece of paper, dipped it in ink and copied again.

Before he stepped down, he turned to look at the hourglass in the room. He had already walked a little halfway, so he walked over and set the hourglass to start again.

When everything was ready, he got back on his horse, held the brush and started copying.

Calm your mind and calm down your mind.

No one disturbed him, so the two hours passed by without any difficulty.

It was already late at night by the time he completed the task, so Fu Cang rubbed his wrists and moved his limbs.

Looking at the dark sky outside, he felt that he should not disturb his master and his wife's rest at this hour, so he spread out the copied articles one by one on the desk and memorized them silently.

At the same time, Fu Cang began to think about how to apologize to his master after dawn.

The master has said before that the master is very strict in teaching people. The most direct way to teach a subordinate or son who has made a mistake is with a cane.

It doesn't hurt the muscles and bones, but it can make the body feel unforgettable pain.

Fucang couldn't help but think that he should prepare a cane first.

Although he can't be blamed for the mistakes tonight, when someone makes a sneak attack, killing them with one blow is the most basic instinct of a qualified shadow guard.

The person who attacked him tonight was also very skilled and had no murderous intent, so he escaped from Fu Cang's hands.

But these are not defensible reasons.

Years of rigorous training have already made them accustomed to taking responsibility for their mistakes without making any unnecessary excuses.

Thinking like this, Fu Cang turned around and went to wash up.

After gathering himself, he turned around, walked to the case, sat down, opened the book, and began to read the content at the back.

Rest at midnight and sleep until Mao hour.

Three hours a day.

This is what his wife asked him to do.

If it weren't for Nan Xi's control, Fucang would be able to sleep for one to two hours every day, and the rest of the time could be used to read, copy, and learn more.