Yi Jian and Yan

There are immortals in the world, who fly away in the clouds and mist, fly into the clouds with a sword, or stir up waves with the wind. People are like birds in the world and make cages. Why do they seek the way? It all comes down to two words, carefree. I sigh how can I be carefree? But I want to be beautiful with a sword and have no regrets.