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The old man was waving a fan. The sun was shining on his face, but his face was rosy and his hair was white. His chin was covered with a silver beard and his hair was like the hair of a child. The old man walked until he was about ten meters away from the group of bandits, then suddenly blew with his lips, making a few extremely sharp sounds. With a flick of his fan, he sent the whistling out