A peasant girl travels through time with a hospital, rising to become an empress.

The jade pendant has been successfully returned to Gu Xiao, a major task accomplished, and Nie Qianqian slept soundly that night.

She seemed to be having a dream.

In her dream, she wore a dark yellow gown, with exquisite patterns embroidered on it with gold thread, so lifelike, and her head was adorned with precious jewels.

A familiar figure slowly approached, gently placed a key in her hand, and said softly, "Remember my promise from back then, this key to the national treasury is now yours, and you may use it as you see fit."

Nie Qianqian took the key and opened a tall, heavy door.

Behind the door, countless gold and silver treasures were piled up like mountains, shimmering with dazzling light; famous paintings and calligraphy covered the walls; and a dazzling array of rare and precious treasures dazzled the eye.

Having lived two lives, Nie Qianqian had never seen so much treasure before. She was so amazed that she couldn't close her mouth, and then she started giggling.

Liu Yan got up in the middle of the night and happened to hear Nie Qianqian's cheerful laughter.

Under the moonlight, Nie Qianqian's pretty face was full of satisfaction and happiness. Liu Yan looked at her, and a smile curved her lips as she murmured softly:

"I wonder what sweet dream this girl is having, she's laughing so happily."

The next morning, as soon as the rooster crowed three times, Nie Qianqian got up early as usual to practice her skills, strengthen her body, and study her techniques—a good habit she had cultivated over the years.

In her past life, she was not only a medical prodigy in her family, but also a martial arts genius.

Firstly, she is exceptionally talented and has a high level of comprehension; secondly, she possesses extraordinary perseverance and execution ability, and has never slackened in her pursuit of martial arts.

After finishing her kung fu practice and having breakfast, Nie Qianqian did not go to the clinic. Today was the day she had arranged to meet with Old Master Qiao. In addition to the ten jars of fine wine she had promised, she also personally cooked several of her signature dishes to take with her.

Although their last encounter was brief, Nie Qianqian could already tell that Old Master Qiao was an extremely gluttonous person who loved fine food and wine. Since she wanted to learn kung fu from Old Master Qiao, she naturally wanted to prepare a gift that would please him.

Around noon, Nie Qianqian arrived as promised and went to the grove.

Winter had arrived, leaving the once lush trees bare, with only a few withered branches and leaves remaining. Looking around, the forest appeared exceptionally empty and desolate, with nothing to obstruct its view.

"Mr. Qiao... Mr. Qiao? Are you there?"

Nie Qianqian called out Qiao Lao's name several times, but the surroundings remained quiet and no one responded.

Nie Qianqian wasn't in a hurry when she didn't see anyone. She leisurely took out a thick blanket, spread it on the ground covered with fallen leaves, sat down against the thick tree trunk, and took out the prepared food and wine, placing them on the blanket.

Today she made spicy blood curd and beggar's chicken. When the food was laid out, the aroma filled the air, a mixture of the meaty fragrance of roasted chicken and the spicy aroma of numbing spiciness.

Nie Qianqian tore off a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth to eat. The beggar's chicken was still warm, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with an excellent taste.

Nie Qianqian had only taken a few bites when she heard some faint noises coming from somewhere in the woods. A slight smile played on her lips as she continued eating, "So delicious..."

Immediately afterward, a whooshing sound rang out, and Old Qiao appeared out of nowhere. He flashed by, riding the wind, his figure graceful and light as a falling leaf.

Without saying a word, Qiao Lao reached out and grabbed a large chicken leg, taking a bite out of it.

Old Qiao completely disregarded his appearance; the oil from the chicken leg clung to his unkempt beard, but he didn't care, smacking his lips as he ate. "Qianqianwan, your beggar's chicken is really good! This old man has eaten plenty of beggar's chicken, and yours is the most fragrant! Did Little Swallow make this?"

When Nie Qianqian saw Old Master Qiao appear, she was in a great mood and laughed, "It wasn't my mother, I did it."

As Nie Qianqian spoke, she opened a bottle of wine she had brought and handed it to Old Qiao, "Qiao Lai, this is the ten bottles of wine we agreed on. I thought good wine goes well with good food, so I also made a few snacks to go with the wine for you."

Old Qiao glanced at Nie Qianqian. With his experience, how could he not see through her ingratiating intentions? When he was younger, countless young people came to him seeking to learn kung fu, trying their best to please him and flatter him, which annoyed him.

But Nie Qianqian is different. Even though you know she's trying to please you, you don't resist. On the contrary, you enjoy it.

The little girl is like a little devil.

Nie Qianqian wasn't in a hurry to bring up learning kung fu. Instead, she opened a bottle of wine and started drinking with Old Qiao.

She chatted casually with Old Qiao, first talking about how to make beggar's chicken. Her method was an improvement on the one from her previous life, and it was quite different from the current method. The flavor was richer and more savory, and the aroma of the meat was irresistible.

Old Qiao was already interested in food, and he listened intently to Nie Qianqian's recipe, even telling her the story of the first time he ate beggar's chicken.

The two, one old and one young, ate chicken and held wine jugs, chatting and drinking as they ate. Although it was their second meeting, they showed no embarrassment or awkwardness and got along very well.

After a hearty meal, Old Qiao wiped his greasy hands on his worn-out clothes, leaned against a tree trunk, and patted his stomach.

It's been so long since I've had such a good meal...

Although he possessed exceptional martial arts skills and had no worries about food or drink, able to freely go wherever he wanted to eat and do whatever he wanted, it had been a very long time since he had experienced such a relaxed and enjoyable time with Nie Qianqian, eating delicious food and chatting about interesting things.

So many things happened after the Lord left. He wandered around and never opened his heart to anyone about the past or himself. But this time he made an exception.

He patted his knees lightly, leaped up, and, with a twig in his mouth, said indistinctly, "Alright, I, the old beggar, am full. We agreed beforehand that I would teach you three moves, and I keep my word. Watch closely."

After saying that, he started moving without waiting for Nie Qianqian to be ready.

When Nie Qianqian heard that Qiao Lai was going to teach her kung fu, she immediately put down the food and wine in her hands, jumped up, and watched Qiao Lai's every move intently, afraid of missing anything.

Old Qiao moved with incredible speed and unpredictable movements, like a phantom darting through the forest.

As Old Qiao demonstrated his moves, he explained, "The first move is called 'Sparrow Leaps from Branch.' This move emphasizes lightness and agility, like a sparrow leaping from branch to branch, using skill to evade the enemy's attacks." With that, Old Qiao lightly touched the ground with his feet, leaping high into the air, his body twisting gracefully before landing steadily on a nearby branch. Then, he leaned forward, instantly transforming into a gentle breeze as he rushed towards Nie Qianqian, shouting, "The second move is 'Gentle Breeze Brushes Shadow.' It requires being as invisible and traceless as a gentle breeze, quickly approaching the enemy without being detected."

Finally, Old Qiao stopped and slowly moved his hands, the surrounding airflow seemingly moving with him. "The third move, 'Flowing Clouds Enveloping the Body,' uses oneself as the center to drive the airflow, like flowing clouds enveloping the body, which can both deflect force and defend."

Nie Qianqian frowned slightly, her expression serious, her eyes fixed on Old Qiao, not missing a single detail. Old Qiao was quick in his movements, and she remembered them just as quickly, breaking down these three moves and memorizing them firmly.

After completing the three moves, Old Qiao returned to his seat and resumed his leisurely demeanor, as if he had not been the one who had just performed this unparalleled movement technique.

Nie Qianqian was filled with shock. She knew the ways of martial arts well, and the three moves that Elder Qiao had demonstrated contained endless subtleties. They were far beyond ordinary martial arts and must be top-tier martial arts techniques of the era.

Nie Qianqian pondered to herself, how could someone with such profound martial arts skills as Elder Qiao end up here, appearing as a beggar? He could never be an ordinary person.