From his vantage point, he saw Wen Yi holding onto a Spirit Grass, cheering loudly with a face filled with joy. His expression relaxed, and stopped in his tracks, looking at her in admiration.

Suddenly, he heard a rumbling sound behind him. He turned his head in shock and saw a pile of black rocks rolling down the rock road. He shouted, "Move over quickly!"

He leaped up lightly and hastily retreated to the side, looking aghast at the giant boulder rolling down. It was too late for him to fly down to save Wen Yi, the rocks quickly swept Wen Yi and he disappeared in an instant.

He quickly jumped down, and the rocks rolled everywhere as he chased after them. Finally, when and the rocks fell into the deep lake together, he jumped into the lake without even thinking.

The water was freezing cold, and the pool water was very deep. He quickly swam around his body, looking for Wen Yi. He had been diving the entire time, and the water in the pool was pitch-black, so he could not see anything. He searched all over, and found that the water had a lot of buoyancy, so he was unable to move the gigantic rock.

His heart was frantic as he held his breath and searched in the dark. Even though he had already prepared for the worst case scenario, having been smashed by rocks and flooded by water, even if it was him, he would not be able to come back. But if he wanted to see her, if he wanted to see her, if he wanted to see her, then he had to bring her back, even if it was just her corpse.

He swam to the surface, intending to catch his breath before diving down again. However, he was caught off guard as he saw a head floating on the surface of the water.

He was ecstatic and quickly swam over, holding Wen Yi's head and swimming towards the shore.

Wen Yi's hands were still tightly holding onto the Spirit Grass, to the point where her joints turned white. There was a wound on her forehead and face, and the blood had been washed dry by the water, which had stopped her blood because it was cold, but her belly was swollen, and she believed she had been filled with water, no pulse, no breath, no heartbeat.

Song Yunqian supported her as he sat cross legged and channeled his Qi to support her.

Wen Yi was unable to sit up straight, and was practically lying in Song Yunqian's embrace. Song Yunqian supported her with one hand, and while channeling his Qi with the other, she found it extremely difficult to do so.

In just a moment, Wen Yi and his clothes were all dried up, she used 100% of his Qi, not caring if Wen Yi was able to endure the powerful impact, and not caring if she would exhaust his own Qi.

Time slowly passed by, Wen Yi's lips continuously leaked water, but her life force had not recovered at all.

Because he had transferred too much inner strength, Song Yunqian's Dantian could not hold on any longer, causing his blood to churn. He only felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He slowly fell to the ground, his vision filled with darkness, the world spinning around him. He knew that he was on the verge of Qigong deviation, and could no longer channel any inner energy. Otherwise, he would have difficulty protecting himself.

Wen Yi also collapsed onto his body, and subconsciously, he held her cold hand. Her mind was in a mess, as she thought of that day when she entered the palace, she held her hand under the bright and beautiful sunlight, and walked step by step towards the of the empress dowager. Her hand was very warm and comfortable, and he wanted to say, he really liked holding her hand like this.

Wen Yi sank into the endless darkness. She was very tired, very painful, and her entire body hurt.

A dignified and calm voice sounded in his ears: "Wen Yi, Wen Yi, listen carefully, your fate is disastrous, but your fate should not end here. I bestowed upon you your first rebirth, and will naturally bestow you a second life, and this is the result of the benefits you accumulated in your previous life and your previous life. You have to save countless lives for this, and you must remember this, you cannot abandon your principles. Wen Yi tried her best to listen, but he couldn't hear anything. However, she felt the pain in her body gradually lessening. A golden light flashed before her eyes. She immediately felt pain in her eyes and subconsciously reached out to rub it. With this move, she was jolted awake.

Her stomach swelled, and she bent over and vomited.

The water in her stomach was spat out in torrents, causing her to burst into tears. Her stomach acid began to flow in reverse.

After vomiting, she weakly fell backwards, and then she jumped up. When she turned around, she found that Song Yunqian had fainted on the ground.

She put her hand to his nose and checked. Luckily, he was still breathing.

Fragments of his brain flooded into her, fragments of his best efforts to rescue her after she fell into the water, fragments of his efforts to heal her, fragments of his efforts to heal her, scenes of him healing her luck as he collapsed to the ground, played out in her mind like a movie.

Her nose soured as she reached out to wipe the grass on his face, murmuring, "Actually, you're a really good person. You're so hard on the mouth but so soft on the heart!"

She sat on the floor and felt something strange under her butt. She stretched out her hand and touched the floor. There was actually a book on the floor.

She found it strange. How could there be a book in this desolate mountain and wilderness? She picked it up. The book was a bit old, and on it were three large words written in wild grass: acupuncture of gold.

Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly opened the first page and found a small cloth bag in the middle. When she opened the cloth bag, she found more than ten thin golden needles stuck inside. She picked it up and wiped it with her hand. The golden needle emitted a bright yellow color under the sun. It really was made of pure gold.

There was a piece of paper inside the cloth bag. It was already turning yellow, and it looked like it had been there for quite some time. She picked up the piece of paper and read its contents: "Yu Liansheng has studied acupuncture of gold and cured diseases to save people, but he has betrayed his beloved. He used the art of acupuncture to save people countless times, but in the end, he was unable to save himself!"

It was signed with a very gentle signature!

Who was Wen Yingxiu? Wen Yi flipped open the book. Inside, it recorded the usage of acupuncture needles and the way it fell due to an illness. The records were extremely detailed and could treat almost any number of difficult cases. Wen Yi's heart was filled with a strange joy. She was a person who studied medicine, if the things in the book were true, then there would be many illnesses in the world that could be cured.

She took out the gold needle and used her fingers to gently revolve it, feeling around the acupuncture points on Song Yunqian's head. She slowly rotated the gold needle, and the gold needle seemed to have life, with a gentle poke, it entered his acupuncture points.

What made her even more shocked was that she was sure that she had never learned acupuncture of gold before. This was the first time she had used it, but when she had inserted the needle, she did not hesitate at all, as if she had already memorized it thoroughly.

Song Yunqian opened his eyes and looked at her. Finally, he laughed bitterly, "We are all dead?"

Wen Yi supported him up with a smile, "Not dead, we're all still alive!"

"What?" Song Yunqian was startled, he reached out to caress her face, "What did you say? You're not dead? Are you really not dead? "Great!" When he touched the warmth of her face, it was as if a summer's sun had poured onto his face. It was so bright and beautiful that it made people feel touched.

Wen Yi raised the Spirit Grass in her hand and said: "Look, we've picked up the Spirit Grass."

He looked at the wound on her forehead and asked gently, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Yi stared blankly for a moment. She reached out her hand and touched the light in his eyes, only to discover that there were injuries on his body.

Seeing her expression, Song Yunqian naturally knew that it was not because of the pain, but instead because of the pain. When he thought back to the scene just now, he felt a little afraid. "This time, it's really too dangerous. If something really happens to you, this king also doesn't know how to explain it to royal father or your parents!"

Wen Yi suddenly wanted to see Yang Luoyi's parents. Although they did not know that Yang Luoyi had died, it was a fact that she had died. It was just that they were luckier than her parents in the end because Yang Luoyi's parents did not know the truth while her own parents had to face the pain of a white-haired man giving away a black-haired man.

She said with tears streaming down her face, "Thank you for saving me. I know that if not for you, I would have been dead for sure this time."

At least, in this instant, what he thought of was not what she had done to Ke Er, but what he had done to her after she had married into the Duke Palaces. He felt his heart tighten. Actually, she wasn't that bad.

"It's good that you're fine. As long as the two of us are here, we have to send both of you back. We can't miss a single one of them." Song Yunqian sighed.

"Rest first. I'll fill your throat with water to moisten it." Wen Yi turned around and took out a water bottle from his bag, and also placed the book and the golden needles inside the bag. Song Yunqian did not notice this detail, but even if he did, he did not think that there was anything wrong with it.

Song Yunqian allowed him to eat a little more after drinking a few mouthfuls of water, and he slowly recovered his strength.

He felt it was weird that Wen Yi could walk and run. Logically speaking, she should be even weaker than him, but why did it seem like she was fine? If he hadn't seen her fall with his own eyes, then seen her walk up with no breath in her arms, he really would have thought that it was just an illusion.

When he went down the mountain, she was still moving as if she were flying. He was very depressed, but he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so energetic?"

Wen Yi was startled, that's right, she almost died just now, and there were injuries on her forehead and body. When they went up the mountain, she sprained her leg, and on her back, she had to walk for a long time. She had twisted his foot, but it still hurt so much. Why did she only feel pain when he was mentioning the fact that the wound was so big?

Could it be that she was already dead? Was the current her a ghost?

She reached out and grabbed his hand. She touched his face and asked, "Am I warm or cold?"

"It's warm, what's wrong? You were sweating when you ran so fast, so of course it's warm. " looked at her strangely and said.

Wen Yi heaved a sigh of relief, "I thought I died, I don't know why, but I've been like this lately, feeling like I have a lot of strength. But thinking about it now, my spirit, it's probably because you lost your inner strength to me."

Song Yunqian was a little depressed in his heart. Although she was mental, he was like a sick ghost, taking a few steps to catch his breath.