Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜 Quotes

“You don’t need to worry too much. The Princess has recently improved by leaps and bounds in her cultivation, jumping over the cognitive barrier, and it is estimated that she has performed techniques beyond her existing ability, so her spiritual power has been exhausted for a while.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“Zhu Yan was laying on the golden tent with the book in front of her, turning page after page, and discovered that each page contained a different, subtle and profound cultivation method; from the basic introduction to the transformation of the environment, to more advanced and darker techniques, the essence was extracted and explained in simple terms. Some complicated and obscure places were also matched with drawings for an easier understanding. It was obviously written in response to her training level.
“This meditating little person is well drawn… the bun is well combed.” She lifted her cheeks, stared at the picture, and couldn’t help but muttered, “Huh? Is this the Jade Bone painted on it? Does it look like me?”
She poked her finger at the hairpin on the little person’s head and grinned: “It looks like it.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“She is already eighteen years old and has long become an adult. Why can’t she choose her own life path according to her own thoughts? Just because she is the Princess of the Red Clan, will her freedom, her marriage, and the happiness of her life be sacrificed in vain? In this way, what’s the difference between her and those Shark slaves?”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“She stared at him in a daze, and muttered incredulously: “You…you will also get hurt too?”
“Do you think I’m immortal?” he gazed at her coldly. “Is it so easy to defeat ten thousand people with one person?”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“The past is like smoke, scattered and gathered together in front of us.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“He paused, then said: “It’s going to be very lonely, too.”
“No, no,” she smiled, and grabbed his hand, almost rubbing against him, “there used to be only dead people in that valley, and of course you were alone; but from now on, I’ll be there with you! You will never be alone again!”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“He paused, then said: “It’s going to be very lonely, too.”
“No, no,” she smiled, and grabbed his hand, almost rubbing against him, “there used to be only dead people in that valley, and of course you were alone; but from now on, I’ll be there with you! You will never be alone again!”
His hands were cold, but for the first time there was a glimpse of warmth in the boy’s eyes.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“However, the young man lowered his eyes, looked at her for a moment, and just said indifferently: “I am not a good teacher; it will be very hard for her to follow me to study the Dharma.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work!” She cried at once. “I can live in the cave with you!”
He paused, then said: “It’s going to be very lonely, too.”
“No, no,” she smiled, and grabbed his hand, almost rubbing against him, “there used to be only dead people in that valley, and of course you were alone; but from now on, I’ll be there with you! You will never be alone again!”
His hands were cold, but for the first time there was a glimpse of warmth in the boy’s eyes.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“Ying, this is Princess Zhu Yan, the youngest daughter of the Red King I mentioned to you before. She’s nine years old. She sincerely wants to learn the cultivation method.”
The Great Priest took her little hand from the Red King and came to the disciple, “You are 18 years old now, and the power of the prophecy has disappeared, you can go out of the valley to take in disciples; if you are free, teach her, just let her be an anonymous disciple.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“In the depths of the Jiuyi Temple, she met the young man for the second time.
This time, he changed his commoner clothes and put on a magnificent formal dress, with a white robe hanging to the ground, a jade belt tying his long hair, holding a piece of jade bamboo slip into his hand. He stood behind the Great Priest in silence. He was as handsome and gorgeous as a God from the Heavens.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“The boy could have easily subdued the little girl, but in the end, he stopped and sighed quietly: “If you don’t want to forget, then don’t forget… maybe it’s fate. Even if I will really die by your hand in the future, today I almost killed you by mistake, so we can consider it to be even.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“His face was cold, but his tears were burning. What kind of world is buried into the heart of this lonely boy who is isolated from the rest of the world?”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“Seeing the cold light in his eyes, she subconsciously stepped back with a surprised expression: “Big… big brother, what are you going to do?”
The teenager paused his fingers and said faintly, “I want you to forget me and forget what happened today.”
“No!” She jumped up. “I don’t want to forget you!”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“…” The young man was silent for a moment, and suddenly his shoulders began to tremble violently, and could no longer suppress a sob. He hugged the child in front of him firmly, bent down deeply, and buried his face on her tunic; he suddenly lost control in an instant, and said something vaguely, like shouting, like a curse, and every word sounded like a sharp cut.
“What’s the matter? What’s going on?” She was frightened and kept asking, “What’s the matter with you, big brother?”
Above the nine heavens, the divine bird spread its wings, and the young man buried his head into her arms, crying silently. She was panicked and wiped away his tears with her small fingers time and time again, but she couldn’t calm the tremor on his body.
His face was cold, but his tears were burning. What kind of world is buried into the heart of this lonely boy who is isolated from the rest of the world?”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“When the child reopened her eyes into his arms, he breathed a long sigh of relief, tears slipping down his emaciated cheeks, only to feel that his mind was on the verge of collapsing.
“Ah? Don’t cry, what… what’s going on?” Zhu Yan raised her hand, wiped his cold face with her little fingers and comforted him with a thin voice, “Has anyone bullied you? Don’t be afraid. My father, is the Red King, and he is very powerful!”
He shook his head slowly, grabbed her hand and moved it away from his face. However, the little girl persevered and moved her little hand back onto his face. In the end, he finally stopped resisting and let the child rest her warm little hand on his forehead.
“Here,” the child who narrowly escaped death looked at him and said in a happy tone, “you have a beauty tip. My mother, the Imperial Concubine, also have it!”
“…” The boy didn’t speak, and turned his face silently.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“She came over and tried to comfort him. However, he lost the reason in the moment of rage and completely lost control of himself. He just flung up his sleeve and threw the child out like a doll; by the time his mind realized what he has done and tried to rush and protect her, it was too late. He watched helplessly as she bumped into the stone wall like a broken porcelain doll.
How did this happen?! At that moment, the teenager who had been sitting for many days, finally jumped up in surprise, ran to her and picked her up, then rushed out of the cave with the dying child in his arms; jumped onto the divine bird, and flew desperately to Menghua Peak in the northwest, completely forgetting the anger and hatred that engulfed his heart a moment ago.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“After more than ten years of no news, bad news suddenly came from the Imperial Capital. The only relative he had left in the world has been separated from each other. Despite years of hard work and cultivation, he still could not completely wipe out the anger and hatred from his heart. He only felt that the fire of karma in his heart was burning, and he could only burn his heart to ashes!
He entered the cave alone, drove Chongming out, and sat alone facing the wall for three days and nights, trying to extinguish his demons. The valley was empty, with only the deceased to accompany him, so he shouted uncontrollably, yelled, screamed and punched the stone wall, vented his anger and pain, but he still could not control the hatred in his heart.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“When she woke up, she didn’t know how long it had been since she fainted. Her head hurt and her eyes were blurred. Someone was holding her into his arms and calling her by name, eager and anxious. Every time she was about to fall asleep, he will shake her, chanting strange spells into her ears, while pressing his hand on the back of her heart.
“Don’t sleep.” She heard the brother whispering into her ear, “Wake up!”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“Who let you in?” The boy didn’t look at her, but lowered his voice and said, “Get out!”
His tone was fierce, but Zhu Yan recognized that his voice was shaking and his shoulders were trembling, as if he was trying his best to endure some great pain. She couldn’t help but move over while asking, “What’s the matter with you?… Are you sick?”
When she got closer, she couldn’t help but remain speechless: “Oh, my God!… Why are you crying?”
The beautiful brother sat facing the stone wall, pale, with tears in the corners of his eyes; his hands on his knees trembled slightly, clenched into fists, and the back of his hands was dripping with blood. On the stone wall in front of him, one by one densely packed, there was full of his bloody palm prints!”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“The opening of the cave was very small. It only allows one person to go in and out. The ground was flat, and there were obvious signs that some people often walked through it.
The road was very dark, she fumbled around the stone wall, and stumbled away for a long time before she reached the innermost point. The center suddenly opened up. There was a small stone room lit with a lamp, clean and tidy. The floor was covered with dead leaves, an old blanket, and a firepit, much like the resting place of those ascetic monks she had seen in the desert.
Does that elder brother live here alone? Isn’t it hard?”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“Looking back, the child was immediately frightened and screamed; the rain on the top of her head suddenly disappeared, and four huge eyes rose from the cliff and looked at her, their pupils colored red with blood, reaching her in a blinking of an eye.
“Oh… Four-eyed bird!” she exclaimed, trying to escape.
However, amidst the screams, Chongming Divine Bird grabbed the little girl’s skirt with his giant beak, picked her up, spread her wings and soared away! She screamed and struggled desperately, but after a moment she landed in a place unharmed. It was a cliff not far away from the white rock; there was a recessed concave grotto under the cliff. The bird picked her up and placed her gently at the entrance of the cave, then stared at her, tilting her head towards the inside.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“The Valley of the Kings is extremely quiet, as silent as death; there are only countless tombs among the verdant trees, and it seems that there will never be a breath of living person.
The young man practiced very hard. Every day, regardless of the wind and sun, he sat cross-legged on a white rock every day and closed his eyes. While sitting, sometimes he will fly up from the ground, open his arms and whirl in the air like a bird; other times he will summon all kind of animals, let them dance in line, make them advance and retreat in an orderly manner; and some other times he would open the palm of his hand and lotus flowers would bloom into his hand, then it would turn into various forms of clouds…”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“The curious child went back and asked the other attendants in the temple, only to realize that the young man living in the deep valley was named Shi Ying, a young priest in the Jiuyi Temple. He was only seventeen years old, but he has been practicing in Jiuyi Temple for twelve years. With magnificent spiritual power and superb skills, he is known as the only genius that Yunhuang has seen in the past hundred years. He usually lives alone deep in the mountains, is a vegetarian dressed in commoner clothes, is accompanied by a sacred bird, and never comes into contact with anyone except the Great Priest.
“Remember, you can just look at him from a distance, but don’t try to disturb him,” the attendant in the temple patted the little child on the head and exhorted, “the young priest doesn’t like to talk to people, and the Great Priest won’t allow him to talk to anyone; whoever dares to get close to him and try to speak, will have to suffer!”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“The young boy didn’t reply, he gave the eight-year-old child a cold look, frowned, and asked, “Are you a boy or a girl?”
“A girl, of course! Am I not pretty?” She cried out discontentedly, glanced at the white bird again, and pulled his tunic. “Big brother, please let me take a piece of feather for my dress! Okay?”
“She is a girl?” The teenager ignored her plea, his body suddenly tightened, and his eyes became a little strange. “How did this happen?… Is the prophecy going to come true?”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“Suddenly, she heard a sharp roar: deep in the deserted Valley, a huge white bird fluttered from the jungle, its feathers shining white and dazzling as snow in the sunlight.
Holy bird! Is that the legendary Chongming divine bird?”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“She was shocked, huddled into his arms tight, and looked up to see the face of the savior. If it wasn’t for this person, she would have been pecked and eaten by the four-eyed bird as a snack. It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a handsome face. He was wearing a white robe with a jade pendant on his waist. The clothes were simple, with a high crown and wide sleeves, unexpectedly dressed in an ancient style. The whole person looked indifferent and quaint, as if he had just walked out of an ancient tomb.
Startled, she couldn’t help but blurt out: “Are you… are you a living person or a dead person?”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“She cried out in exclamation, and suddenly flew into the mist.
“Stop!” Someone descended from the sky at the moment of her death, waved her into the sleeve of his robe, and lifted her up, while with the other hand pointed to block the sharp beak of Chongming.
The huge divine bird suddenly bowed its head obediently.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“Her mind suddenly flew back ten years in the past. Thinking in retrospection, the first time she met Shi Ying, she was only eight years old. At that time, as the only princess of the Red Clan, she left Xihuang for the first time and followed her father to the Jiuyi Temple. Before that, she had just passed a life and death calamity and narrowly escaped from the terrible red fever. The Great Wizard of the clan said that her father had made a great vow for her in front of the gods, and after she recovered from her illness, she must go with him to the Jiuyi Temple to thank the God for his blessing.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“He ascended onto the back of the divine bird with his umbrella, and rose against the wind amidst the roar of the winter storm, fluttering in his white clothes, as handsome as a god. The herdsmen on the desert uttered a wave of exclamation, all kneeling down to worship him, as if the gods descended on earth.”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜

“I… I can’t bear to see Master leave!” She tried her best to hold back her anger and smiled flatteringly at him. “It’s been five years since I saw Master last time, why do you want to leave after meeting for so short? Why don’t you let Ah-Yan come with you? Right… no matter if it’s the end of the world, I will follow Master!”
― 沧月, Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜