Goodness is Like Water Painting

Huang Ze heard Liu Chang Gong's words: Goodness is like water. Huang Ze was stunned. He felt that this small word contained a great deal of meaning.

"Goodness is like water..."Huang Ze kept repeating these four words, trying to grasp the meaning, but he felt that it was just a little bit lacking.

Liu Changgong was also a little surprised when he saw Huang Ze like this. Didn't he just say that goodness is like water? Why did he look like he was possessed?

However, he quickly threw this matter to the back of his mind and pondered over what kind of painting he should draw.

After a long while, Liu Changgong had an idea and smiled. "Since the Old Sir likes such words so much, I might as well give you a 'goodness is like water' painting!"

While Huang Ze was still in a daze trying to figure out what those four words meant, Zhu Zhao hurriedly replied in his place. "It's all up to Senior. It's already very good that Senior isn't bothered about our rudeness." After saying that, he bowed deeply.

Soon, Liu Changgong prepared his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

He stood in front of the table, took a deep breath, and picked up his most commonly used brush. The words 'heaven and earth' faintly appeared on the brush, making Zhu Zhao's eyelids jump.

Looking at the flickering treasure light, Zhu Zhao also knew that this was probably another immortal treasure similar to the Heaven-Raising Flagon!

Seeing that Liu Changgong was preparing to draw, Zhu Zhao, who was standing beside him, pulled on Huang Ze, but there was no response. He gave up on the plan to wake him up and prepared to watch Senior Liu draw.

Such a close-up observation of Senior copying the Great Dao was too rare!

The brush was placed in the inkstone, and the brush had to drink its fill of ink.

Draw!

A trace of Dao charm began to flow along with the tip of Liu Changgong's brush, and Zhu Zhao's eyes began to reveal an infatuated look.

Although the name was 'goodness is like water', Liu Changgong had drawn out the evil and urgency of water.

Just as he was sketching out the dark clouds in the background, coincidentally, the sky outside the house also began to turn dark.

In just a few short breaths, the dark clouds in the sky completely covered the sky. The sunlight that was originally tens of thousands of miles away was completely covered. In the distance, there were muffled thunderclaps, and a rainstorm was about to arrive.

Liu Changgong was completely immersed in his painting. Zhu Zhao's eyes were completely immersed in his painting. When he looked up occasionally, his face was filled with inexplicable shock. It was as if he had seen a scene that was challenging his worldview.

He kept looking back and forth at Senior Liu's 'goodness is like water' painting and the storm that was about to arrive in the distance.

Wasn't this what Senior Liu was painting? ...No, how did Senior Liu's painting end up in the sky?

Zhu Zhao started to wonder if he was dreaming. Senior Liu's painting had actually appeared in the distant sky!

Heavens, Senior Liu's painting could actually trigger the sky!

What kind of terrifying cultivation base and profound realm did he have to have to achieve this?!

Just how terrifying was Senior Liu's cultivation base?!

Liu Changgong drew another stroke on the paper, and the dark clouds in the sky outside the house became thicker.

Then, he started to draw more strokes, and it started to rain heavily outside the house.

Rumble~~~

"Ah--"

Suddenly, thunder came from the sky, waking up the Huang Ze that was immersed in the four words.

Zhu Zhao saw that his old friend had woken up from the state of enlightenment, and pulled his sleeve.

With one hand, he pointed at Liu Changgong, who was painting, and with the other, he pointed at the sky outside the door.

Huang Ze turned his gaze over and saw--

"Oh my god!" Huang Ze exclaimed when he saw that the painting and the sky were almost in sync.

Outside the door, there was wind and rain, lightning and thunder. However, Liu Changgong was completely immersed in the painting in front of him.

In Zhu Zhao and Huang Ze's eyes, it was as if only the figure in front of him and the sky in the distance were left in the world.

The interweaving lightning became his foil, and the dark clouds appeared in his hands. The drizzle outside the door became faster or slower as he wrote faster or slower. The Dao rhythm filled the air, and the heaven and earth resonated.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of this world, and the celestial phenomenon changed with the brush in his hand.

"The painting of goodness is like water... Liu Changgong."

After he finished writing the last word, the painting of the goodness is like water was completed.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the layers of dark clouds and shone on the painting. Only then did Liu Changgong realize that when he was painting, it was already raining.

However, if it was going to rain, it was like a mother wanting to get married. This was something that couldn't be helped, so it wasn't strange for it to rain.

He took a few steps back and made way for the painting in front of him. Then, he turned around and said to the two people who had been waiting for a long time.

"Alright, this 'goodness is like water' painting has been completed. What do the two of you think?"

When he turned around, Liu Changgong saw that Zhu Zhao and Huang Ze were both in shock. The way they looked at him revealed a deep admiration.

'Is this a deep admiration for my talent?'

Liu Changgong was also a little proud. To be honest, ever since his painting skills had reached the level of return to origin, all of his paintings had been the best of the best. He was very satisfied with this 'goodness is like water' painting. He could understand the shock on the faces of these two calligraphy and painting lovers.

Huang Ze and Zhu Zhao had not woken up from their shock just now. He could actually change the weather in such a simple way.

However, he could not do such an understatement. Without using a trace of spiritual power, just by relying on their own Dao connotation to influence the weather, the two of them were still far from being able to do it.

The moment he took up his brush, the wind and clouds would change dramatically. When he put down his brush, the clouds would disappear, the rain would disappear, and the sun would appear.

Such power was simply unheard of.

Senior's cultivation had really reached an unfathomable level.

The two looked at the painting on the table. The Dao charm permeated the air. Not only did it contain the Great Dao of Water, but it also contained more lightning, wind, and clouds. In terms of value, it was simply a priceless treasure. It was even a level higher than the 'sun rises and the mountain shadows'.

Huang Ze could not wait any longer. He was so happy that his entire body trembled slightly.

"Thank... Thank you, Senior, for the painting."

Looking at Huang Ze's extremely excited expression, almost to the point of fainting, he could not help but think to himself, what a cute old man. Moreover, he liked to bicker with Zhu Zhao. The two of them both liked to compare themselves with each other. It was estimated that the cultivation of these two old men with six unpurified roots was not too high. Perhaps both of them were obsessed with these common things and delayed their cultivation.

Looking at how old they were, they were probably 'small' cultivators who didn't have much time left to fulfill their wishes!

It turned out that the ten thousand years of a cultivator's life was similar to the old age of ordinary people!

It was all about making use of the remaining days to make up for his own preferences!

There was basically no essential difference between the two; they were both quite pitiful!

"Senior, why is this painting called 'goodness is like water', but it's painted with a storm?"