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

Old Qiao leaned against the tree trunk and rubbed against it. "Old beggar, I've eaten and taught you all the kung fu. How much you learn is up to you, girl. I'm leaving now. These three moves are enough for you to study carefully." With that, he prepared to leave.

Nie Qianqian was still in shock when she heard what Old Qiao said. She immediately snapped out of it and hurriedly grabbed Old Qiao, "Old Qiao, are you leaving already? How can I learn such profound skills after only watching it once!"

Old Qiao snorted, "An old beggar only teaches kung fu once. Don't expect me to demonstrate it for you again."

Nie Qianqian's eyes darted around. "Since you don't want to demonstrate again, at least let me do it once and give you some pointers. Otherwise, I won't know where I went wrong."

Nie Qianqian wasn't the type to act cute or coquettish, but she was pretty and had a nice voice, so when she said those words, it did sound a bit like she was trying to please or be charming.

After hearing this, Old Qiao didn't have the heart to leave. He just frowned and waved his hand impatiently, "Oh dear, what a hassle. Women are such a hassle."

"Then you can play it once."

Nie Qianqian nodded with a smile and agreed. After agreeing, she immediately stopped smiling, her expression became serious, she closed her eyes, and carefully recalled Old Qiao's movements just now.

Those movements played out in her mind like a slow-motion replay, frame by frame. After a long while, she opened her eyes, her eyes sparkling, and then she began to move.

After this period of training, Nie Qianqian's physical condition is quite different from before. She has a tall and straight posture and graceful movements. She can even imitate Qiao Lao's movements to a great extent. She has basically mastered the moves and techniques. Although she has not yet fully grasped the essence of them, she has already captured some of the spirit of the movements.

Old Qiao's initially indifferent gaze gradually became focused. After Nie Qianqian finished her routine, Old Qiao's eyes lingered on her, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who is your teacher?"

Nie Qianqian was prepared for such questions. "When I was young, I met an old man who took me in as his apprentice when he saw that I was living in poverty. He taught me kung fu and medicine. I learned my kung fu skills from this old man."

Old Master Qiao was skeptical after hearing this. How profound must this old man's skills be to be able to teach a disciple like Nie Qianqian? If such a person truly existed in the martial arts world, he would probably be famous throughout the land by now, but he couldn't think of who it was.

but···

The world is vast, and there are many talented and extraordinary people. The original owner had told him not to be too arrogant or complacent, but to know that there are always people more capable than oneself and that there is always something beyond one's understanding.

Seeing that Elder Qiao was no longer pressing the issue, Nie Qianqian asked instead, "Elder Qiao, what do you think of the movements I've learned? Is there anything I'm doing wrong?"

Old Qiao did not answer Nie Qianqian's question. Instead, he suddenly threw a punch, which came straight at her with a sharp gust of wind. It was extremely fast, and he showed no mercy.

Nie Qianqian was startled and quickly dodged, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Old Qiao's punches were extremely tricky at the angles, and his palm strikes were incredibly swift, making it difficult for Nie Qianqian to defend herself. Unconsciously, she began to use the movement techniques she had just learned to dodge.

As they exchanged blows, Old Qiao's attacks grew increasingly fierce. At first, Nie Qianqian could only barely keep up, but as the fight progressed, she began to discover more of the secrets of this movement technique. Each parry was a learning opportunity, and she felt as if she had touched upon a deeper level of this technique.

Qianqian was even more astonished. This movement technique was truly mysterious, and Old Qiao's martial arts were even more unfathomable.

What Nie Qianqian didn't know was that Old Qiao was even more shocked than she was. Nie Qianqian was so young, and after only witnessing him perform this set of movements once, she was able to imitate it perfectly and even apply it in the upcoming battle, constantly gaining more and more understanding.

This boy is truly a martial arts prodigy!

In the first half of his life, Old Master Qiao had seen many promising martial arts students, but only two truly amazed him: one was the young man from the Chu family in the capital, though that young man's ambitions lay elsewhere; despite being a martial arts prodigy, he preferred books; the other was the young master of the Gao family and his younger sister, but they were both quite young at the time, and he wondered how their martial arts skills had progressed since then…

After exchanging more than a dozen blows, Old Qiao stopped. Nie Qianqian was panting heavily, her forehead covered in sweat.

Old Qiao twitched the corners of his mouth, a smile finally appearing on his face. "Girl, you have good comprehension. You have now grasped the basics of this movement technique. But you must know that this is only the beginning. You will need to practice continuously in the future."

Nie Qianqian had already understood Qiao Lai's intention. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, clasped her hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Qiao. I will practice diligently and will never let you down."

Old Qiao secretly felt a sense of appreciation for talent. This young girl in front of him had such amazing talent, and he just happened to meet her. Could this really be a destiny ordained by heaven?

Thinking of this, Old Qiao pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to Nie Qianqian and said in a deep voice, "You must observe carefully!"

After speaking, he moved swiftly, as fast as the wind, and presented a set of exquisite and unparalleled movement techniques to Nie Qianqian. His movements were like a series of phantoms, making it difficult for anyone to predict his actions.

Sure enough, these were the last three moves of this movement technique. Each move contained endless variables and mysteries. The first three moves were already amazing, but these last three moves were even more amazing, truly a peerless skill among superior martial arts.

Ye Qianqian, standing to the side, was already speechless with astonishment. Her eyes were wide open, fixed on Old Qiao's every move, afraid of missing any detail. At this moment, she was completely immersed in this movement technique.

Gradually, her body began to move as well, mimicking every movement of Old Qiao.

The last three moves are profound and cannot be mastered in a short time. Nie Qianqian broke down each movement and memorized it. Given time, she will become proficient and master its essence.

Nie Qianqian naturally knew the value of this movement technique. If she learned it, she could slip into the inner room within a few moves when she fought that man surnamed Chu again at the Zhao residence. She bowed deeply again to express her gratitude.

Old Qiao waved his hand, "Alright, I've finished teaching you, that's enough to repay Little Swallow's kindness. We're even now, this old man is off."

Nie Qianqian replied, "How can we call it even? You saved my mother and uncle's lives a few days ago. We haven't repaid that debt of gratitude yet..."

"When my mother came back that day, she described the situation to me. I knew that a highly skilled martial artist must have saved them. At that time, I had not yet met you, Mr. Qiao, so I couldn't match the names. After meeting you and thinking about it carefully, I realized that the mysterious master who saved my mother must be you, Mr. Qiao."

Upon hearing this, Old Qiao paused, turned to look at her with raised eyebrows, and smacked his lips, "Little girl, you're not planning to let me leave today..."