The three of them meandered down the mountain road, and faintly saw several torches approaching them, and it was estimated that the temple members of Kobo Temple at the foot of the mountain heard that they saw something strange, so they went up the mountain to find out.

The few figures coming down the mountain can barely be seen with the eyesight of the little half-immortal, and there are eight people.

Although they didn't know each other, there was no need to make any extraneous branches, so Xiao Banxian immediately took out three talismans and slapped one directly on Mo Liunian's forehead.

And Mo Liunian thought that the little half-immortal was playing tricks, and he was about to take it off when he reached out.

"Don't, it's an invisibility charm. ”

The little half-fairy whispered to Mo Liunian and also posted a picture on his head, Mo Liunian looked carefully, the little half-fairy was faintly tired between his eyebrows, and his face was pale.

couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wanted to touch his forehead, but he noticed it, and raised his eyes slightly to look at Mo Liunian.

There was a brief silence.

Mo Liunian didn't know whether to withdraw his hand, or calmly test the temperature of his forehead.

Just when she was wandering awkwardly, Mo Yan gently leaned forward, and Mo Yan took the last one and put it on her head with cooperation.

"How can I still see you, spirits?"

Although the invisibility charm was pasted, Mo Liunian could still see the two of them, so he asked in a low voice.

can say that he has already regretted it, Mo Liunian was stunned, seeing that the little half-fairy was a little embarrassed on his face, he wrapped up the hair that fell on his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth were bitter and ridiculous, and he looked at the little half-fairy curiously.

The little half-fairy put his index finger to his lips to make a silent motion, looking like he was not making a sound, and then explained in a low voice.

"They can't see us, don't talk, they're coming. ”

The little half-fairy's body was in tatters, and there were obviously a few more scars, but he still did not hide his handsomeness, but no matter how sharp those wonderful eyes were, they also quietly had a sense of vicissitudes and an imperceptible lingering meaning.

At this time, the eyes of the little half-immortal were also much gentler, and Mo Liunian's small mouth also pouted.

Hearing Xiao Banxian say this, Mo Liunian didn't dare to speak, and the three of them hid behind the trees on the side of the road, it was now late autumn, and there was no sound of insects in the forest, and it became extremely quiet.

The little half-immortal still relied on Mo Liunian, and Mo Liunian stiffened his body and didn't dare to move.

Mo Liunian's heart jumped for a while, and he hurriedly turned his head, only to see the little half-fairy smiling at the corner of his mouth, leaning on his side with a little laziness, and his black hair seemed to be casually, but it was not messy.

It's just so simple to lean on, but it's as wet as a spring moon willow, faint as an autumn night rain, which makes people unconsciously want to get close.

Mo Liunian felt that Xiao Banxian's smile was even brighter, and even a gentle smile appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

At this moment, Mo Liunian lowered his head and frowned, and his movements were very delicate and soft.

The autumn wind turned the scars of the past body into nothing in an instant, and ushered in a faint wisp of tenderness.

Mo Liunian's long hair was dull to a shoulder, and the leaves were crawling on the ground.

The little half-fairy held Mo Liunian's wrist with his palm facing up, and the five fingers of the little half-fairy inadvertently lightly rested on Mo Liunian's wrist, and Mo Liunian also seemed to feel the little half-fairy's slightly cold skin......

The memory is shallow, and only in a casual situation, Mo Liunian will think of it as if he were nothing.

Running water in the year.

Just like that, I don't look back, and I take it away, and there is still the most beautiful time.

Prosperous sheng song, counting the passing years, what else did Mo Liunian forget?

The other side is lonely, fragmented and incomplete, and Mo Liunian's thoughts emerge at this moment.

The sun of spring has a hint of vitality.

The summer sun has a hint of coolness.

The autumn sun brings a hint of harvest.

The winter sun has a hint of warmth.

Your arrival is a little heartwarming.

What should we do if we are so tired of the world?

As long as Mo Liunian's breath is still there, then, try to be indifferent, guard the rest of the year, go to see, find this long road of life.

Perhaps, I will always find a reason to live with a smile even if my heart has changed and only my heartbeat is left.

At that moment, Mo Liunian had a strange feeling, as if the years missed for so many years and the stumbling of the two sides were all a dream.

In a trance, Mo Liunian felt that the person he loved deeply had not gone far, nor was he stained with red dust, his appearance was as soft as his heart, and that person was close to him, leaning lazily on himself, and he also grabbed his hand and rubbed it......

No matter how much you want to keep it, no matter how hard you try to grasp it, you can't grasp this short time......

Autumn nights are deep.

The chic leaves in the daytime lie weakly in the dirty ditches, and the bitter autumn moon on the horizon only scatters a touch of paleness.

Loneliness occupies both eyes, and the arrogance in the day turns into a flutter.

After a while, more than a dozen monks came over with torches, although Mo Liunian believed in the little half-immortal, but his heart still raised his throat, fortunately, those monks passed by with torches, but they really couldn't see the three of them.

"Alright, let's go. ”

When those monks walked away, Mo Liunian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the little half-immortal revealed the invisibility talisman and said.

Mo Liunian felt that his body was petrified, and he stumbled under his feet as soon as he took a step, but fortunately, Xiao Banxian helped her, otherwise the two of them would have rolled down directly.

"It's okay. ”

Mo Liunian heard Xiao Banxian snort and hurriedly asked if there was anything wrong.

"Something, my leg is broken. ”

Xiao Banxian opened his mouth aggrievedly, it was originally half of his body weight that was pressed on Mo Liunian's body, but now almost the weight of his entire body has been pressed over, Mo Liunian is really glad that his body is still strong, otherwise he would have been crushed to death.

Thinking that he was still a half-immortal and fractured, Mo Liunian could only swallow his anger.

After some hesitation, the little half-fairy gritted his teeth and continued, and the road down the mountain became wider and wider, and the more he walked, the quieter and quieter.

Fortunately, the mountain is not high, and soon the little half-fairy panted and walked to the position of tying the horse halfway up the mountain.

I saw that the original carriage was gone, and standing there, the three of them looked at the village under the mountain, and their expressions were quite emotional.

The road is rugged and endless, and it seems that time has forgotten this road.

After walking for a long time, time seemed to take them back, the mountain fog gradually rose, the gloom turned to dark, the dim condensed to black, the black piece was thick, did they want to stay in a small village far away tonight?

The next day, we climbed Tiandu Peak, which is known for its thrills.

Along the way, stop-and-go, stop-and-go, go through hardships, but the small village is still out of reach.

Looking up, I only feel that the sky is within reach and looking down, the clouds and mist are shrouded between the mountains, which makes people look up and look around, the sea of clouds is vast and misty, and when an empty high heaven world goes down the mountain, the wind blows very hard at night, and the three of them are also very cold and tired.

The little half-immortal was so strong that he shivered with coldness, and Mo Yanxin gave the coat to the little half-immortal to wear.

Passing through the hillside covered with towering trees and layers of vegetation, several people gradually appeared at the end of the mountain road.

Suddenly, a large forest appeared on the high ground on the front side, surrounded by acres of fields on all sides, but there were no houses in the shadows.

Looking up at the sky, the stars and the moon are lightless, like rain.

After a little further walk, it was pitch black, with occasional raindrops in the wind.

What kind of genre is wireless text?

How big is the market for "wireless text"?

Is there still a way forward (money) to write a "wireless article" now?

Today, I will briefly introduce to you the "wireless text", which is purely literacy.

In the book "Teach You to Write Online Essays from Zero Basis" published by us, the development of online literature is summarized into several eras.

1. 1997 - 2 primitive era

2. 2 Free Era

3. 2 Charging era

Fourth, 2006 - In 2009, capital began to pour into the era in large numbers

5. 2010-2015 Wireless Era

6. 2015 - to present the IP era

Of course, the above six eras are only the division we make according to the characteristics of the era, or in other words, the dividend period of an era, which does not mean that a certain era has passed.

The simplest example.

The payment of online articles, starting in 2003, has been a source of income for most authors today.

It's the same with wireless.

To this day, the income of wireless is still scary, and it is not uncommon for the head works to earn millions every month.

It's really real - a million a month!

Such a lucrative income naturally makes many authors plunge headlong, and new authors are naturally envious of it.

So, let's talk about some questions about wireless today.

1. What is wireless?

The so-called wireless refers to the change of terminals and even modes brought about by the popularization of smartphones after the advent of the 3G era.

The 3G era is also known as the era of "Internet 2.0" - the wireless era.

The characteristic of this era is the rise of smart phones, which have gradually replaced traditional PCs and become terminals often used by users.

Moreover, with the acceleration of traffic and the reduction of fees, the price of smartphones has been greatly reduced.

Today, almost everyone has at least one smartphone.

This is a huge market, over the years, the rise of various APPs is to seize and carve up this market, and according to this market, many new giants have been born.

At the same time, there are also many old giants who have not kept up with this era, and thus declined, or even perished.

Well, we'll stop at this point, not because we're afraid of breaking the ban, but because it's not within the scope of our discussion today.

The topic of our discussion today is the impact of the wireless era.

The biggest impact is the change of the text carrier.

The medium of our writing has evolved over thousands of years, and there have been many changes in it.

From animal bones, tortoise shells, bronzes, silks, bamboo slips, and paper, to computers and PCs in the PC era, and then to today's mobile phones.

The change of the medium naturally leads to a change in the style of the content.

It's as if the brush is best suited for writing from top to bottom, from left to right.

The writing habits of hard pens (fountain pens, ballpoint pens, quill pens, etc.) are completely different or even opposite to those of brushes.

The ancients described a person as erudite, and they would describe it as having five cars of learning and being rich in sweat.

But in fact, there is no text on the five carts of bamboo slips, measured in bytes, which is probably a few things.

It's just that the content and spirit rich in these classics are not comparable to the tens of thousands of content that can be produced on the Internet every day.

Okay, that's a long way off

Straight to the point.